Revelations

Mariana

Ethan then sighs with visible displeasure and lets go of my waist, thus freeing me to get out of bed, which I do extremely quickly, and the bathroom becomes my refuge, a way to keep as far away from that temptation as possible.

"Traitorous body! " I complained softly, to myself. "How can you let the enemy have that much power, huh?

I had no answer to my question, and after some basic morning hygiene, I went back to my room, much more confident and willing to stick to my purpose.

Which is quite difficult, seeing Ethan leaning against the back of the bed, the sheet up to his waist and his chest exposed to my curious eyes, which went straight to his well-defined belly, trying not to swallow dry, because the enemy was very beautiful, with those green eyes and a mouth that promised things that were better not to think about now.

" Am I free to go back to my room now, Mr. Constantine? " I ask my voice as hard as possible.

"Better not treat me like that, for I will not answer for my actions," he replies.

"I don't understand what you mean, and I think it's better not to ask. "I say, already looking at the bedroom door, about to flee at once.

He lets out a loud and cynical laugh, and surprisingly gets out of bed in one jump, and only then do I realize that he is wearing only white boxer shorts, which is a complete assault on my modesty.

"You didn't ask, but I'm going to answer anyway. "The more you treat me like that, the more willing I am to win you over, you know?

I tried to keep my line of sight on his face and pulled out the memory of what he had already done to Murilo, as well as his absurd blackmail so that I would stand firm.

"Can I leave now?" I ask again.

"Pack your things, we're going back to São Paulo together. "he "informs" me.

Now it is my turn to let out a loud laugh at the presumption of that asshole.

"I'm not going back to São Paulo with you.

"It's up to you," he says. "Tomorrow the newspapers will know about a very interesting auction.

He threatens and turns his back on me, walking toward the bathroom.

"I'm going to pack my bag. "I end up agreeing with his imposition. "Idiot...

"I heard him," he says without looking in my direction, already holding the bathroom door open.

"I told you to listen anyway!

Ethan

As it turns out, Mariana is not malleable at all, and as much as she is accepting what I impose on her, she still doesn't do exactly what I want her to do, and this is something that makes me very upset.

Nevertheless, I was convinced that at some point, she would give in, because I wasn't making empty threats, and soon she would understand that I was very serious and that Murilo couldn't escape what I wanted to do for him.

Anyway, I continue to follow my plans, even if they have changed a little, and with my luggage already in the trunk, I wait for Mariana inside my car, feeling quite uneasy about her delay.

She gets into the car a few minutes later, clearly upset, but I don't care about her temperament, after all, she must be delicious in bed, with all that hint of insubordination that she demonstrated to have.

" I don't understand why I can't just go back to São Paulo by helicopter, in the pleasant company of my friends," she complains. " This is absolutely unnecessary.

I don't listen to her grumbling and start the car, leaving Murilo's ostentatious estate, and entering the rather quiet traffic of the seaside city and my attitude seems to annoy Mariana even more.

Instead of continuing with her speech about my attitudes, I notice that she opted for the punishment of silence, which I find even more comfortable, in this way I could calmly appreciate the two landscapes, both the one around me and the beautiful and irritated woman beside me, which is quite inspiring.

But after almost an hour of travel, Mariana's absolute silence began to annoy me, unlike Bruna, who I thanked a thousand times to her heavenly father when she kept her mouth shut.

"I like to travel by car. "I said, breaking the silence that reigned inside the vehicle. "I truly enjoy driving, seeing the scenery, enjoying a little bit of this time that I can just concentrate on driving, without having to make important decisions and change destinations.

She didn't answer anything, but I looked at her profile and noticed that she didn't look so irritated anymore, as when she got inside the car, which I can already understand as something quite positive.

" I don't like riding in a car? " I ask, trying to get her to talk. "Do you prefer air travel?

She stared at me, seeming to decide whether or not to answer my question, and after exhaling a long sigh, I understood that she would not leave me in a vacuum.

"I had never been in "air travel" until yesterday," she put quotation marks on the words and used an ironic tone to say it, "The problem is not that I am returning to São Paulo by car or helicopter. I was referring to the companies. That's what annoyed me.

"Am I that unpleasant?" I ask, also in an ironic way.

" Anyone who forces his company on another person will always be unpleasant," she says promptly.

From the looks of it, Mariana didn't mince her words and said, what she was thinking, something that might have displeased me but caused the opposite effect.

"You say that now, but soon you will change your mind. "I say, with conviction.

"You are so pedantic!

"You're not so easy yourself," I reply, concentrating on the road. "That is, we are the perfect couple.