A millionaire?
Virgínia
I left that food court feeling sad and couldn't afford to go back to my store at that point.
On the day of the auction, when a man bid one million reais for my virginity, I was sure he must be rich. But to know that Murilo was simply one of the owners of FERZ, the largest cosmetics company in the country, was beyond any expectations I would ever have.
And now I was pregnant with the child of a millionaire businessman, CEO of one big cosmetics company, who was also in other countries besides ours.
How could I get involved in something like this? I was not prepared to get involved with a person of such high social status! I didn't even have the education to talk to this kind of person, I thought with deep dismay.
I was so stunned that when I saw the sign indicating the restrooms in the mall, I went straight to them because I felt that tears would fall at any moment and I entered one of the reserved ones and cried. Tears fell in spurts, and I surrendered myself to the weeping that I could no longer control. There was so much going on at the same time!
I didn't know what was more serious in all the drama that my life had just become. Besides the fact that I was pregnant by a stranger, with whom I had only had one night of sex, wonderful sex, by the way, but still only a few moments of pleasure.
Then there was how we had met, which I feared would come to the attention of people other than ourselves.
I wasn't worried about what other people would think of me. It would never affect me. My biggest concern was that my parents would know what I had done, auctioning my virginity in a nightclub.
If there was no pregnancy, the possibility of that happening was minimal, almost nonexistent because my parents had no contact with people who might discover this secret and tell them.
But since there is a child and the father is a millionaire, a constant target of the media, and since they were so sneaky and would do anything for a sensational story, my story was in danger of being discovered and exposed to all of Brazil!
I am truly desperate now. And repentant. Not for having done what I did but because I did it thinking always of offering the best that I could to my family. I could not regret this.
As much as I was convinced of how wrong it was to think this way, I would not have told the father of my child about the pregnancy if I had known who he was.
All I wanted in life was to provide decent conditions and comfort for my parents. I was not seeking wealth, and now I would be forced to live with people far above my social status and I could already imagine all that I would have to face, being who I was.
After I had cried all I was feeling, sitting in the bathroom, I paid attention to make sure that there were few people in the bathroom at that moment and left the reserved compartment.
Facing the mirrored countertop, I washed my face and tried to improve my appearance as much as possible. I didn't want anyone to notice what I had been crying about.
Already recomposed, I brushed my hair, put nude lipstick on my lips, and tried to smile at my reflection in the mirror, testing to make sure I could fool Mariana when I returned to the store.
When I came out of the bathroom, the first person I saw was Murilo, leaning against the hallway wall and looking in my direction, and I deduced that he had been waiting for me all that time.
" What are you doing here? " I asked, annoyed.
He came toward me, and only then did I realize that I had said it loud enough for other people to hear, drawing their attention to the two of us, and I immediately felt embarrassed by my lack of sense.
" I was worried about you, " he said, already standing in front of me. " I could only realize how stunned you were after I saw you walking straight toward the restrooms, looking completely lost.
Murilo was a beautiful and gentle man, I had to emphasize. But that didn't change the fact that we were different people, in every way.
"Thank you for your concern, but I am fine. It was just some discomfort, something common to all pregnant women.”
I would rather lie about why I went to the bathroom than admit everything that I am feeling.
" Just because it's common doesn't mean we shouldn't worry, " he replied.
" I'll take care of myself," I said, trying to shake off his unsettling presence.
" I'd like to walk you home " he suggested "I won't rest easy until I'm sure you're all right.”
I looked away, trying to avoid facing him as I told the lie I intended.
"I'm meeting a friend in a few minutes.”
"Right here, at the mall?”
"Yes.”
"Then I'll wait with you.”
"I'll be fine! " I insisted "I'm sure you must be a very busy man. You don't have to hold on so tightly to me.”
" I have to, and I will, whenever it's necessary " He seemed to be a very determined man.
"But it's not necessary. I am fine, and I can perfectly well stand in a food court waiting for my friend without you watching over me.”
As soon as I said those words, I could tell he was hurt because his look made it clear.
" Let's sit down " He invited me, his tone always gentle "People are already looking at us.”
I looked around and realized that he was right and that some people who were passing by were watching us, with questioning looks on their faces.
" Let's go " I finally accepted because I understood that it was useless to argue in the middle of that corridor.
