Chapter 8

Fernanda

Damn, dope a thousand times dope. I put my hand on my chest to see if it would calm his heartbeat. "If you control a woman, you are no longer a teenager who can't see a handsome man and sigh for him as if they were a young woman."

I quickly enter my room and go to the bathroom and as soon as I get in there I close the door and turn on the sink faucet and splash water on my face to see if the heat I was feeling would calm down.

“Oh Fe stop it! — I grumble. I take the towel and pass it on my face so I end up taking off the makeup I had put on. I grab my bag and touch up my makeup.

As soon as I finish putting on my makeup, I leave the bathroom and come face to face with Lívia Aragão, I'm surprised to see her in my living room.

- Some problem? - I ask seeing her sitting.

- Yea! - She answers and I sit in my seat and I wait waiting to see if she spoke or not.

We stayed like that in silence and looked at each other for a while. I was curious to know what Livia was doing here.

- Then. I just got her attention.

- What? she asks and I lift my head up and look for patience.

"Madam Aragão, you came to my room and I'm waiting!" — I speak to her.

— Oh yes, I was here watching, which caught Bruno's attention. - She asks measuring me and I look at her without understanding.

- I did not understand! – I ask confused.

'Don't be silly!' - She speaks.

"Madam Aragão, I'm working here and you're interfering with me." - Warning.

— Well, well, the newcomer showing her claws. She speaks ironically.

"Madam Aragão, I'm sorry, but I have to work." — I answer.

'I'm not staying here, no! She declares and I breathe a sigh of relief. And she gets up and goes to the exit door and looks at me and says: — Just to make it clear, Bruno is mine! “She Declares and walks away and I don't know what to say.

- What happened? I ask myself. I was still thinking about what happened and I hear my cell phone ringing and I look at the display and I see an unknown number my desire to not answer was great what if it was my lawyer?

- Hello? – I ask when answering.

- Hey Love! — I hear Otávio's voice.

- Love? What drug is this? And why are you calling me Otávio? I ask him questions one after another.

“That you are my love. He says as if nothing happened.

— No, I am your love, Otávio and we are separated. — I remember.

- We are married I love you! - He declares and look at the ceiling asking for patience.

— Otávio, for God's sake, we've already talked about this! — I warn and continue talking: — And you can see my lawyer, Otávio.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" - He speaks out of conversation.

— For God's sake, man signs the blessed divorce is simple. - I ask.

“I'm not going to sign any paperwork. - He declares and god control me not to scream.

— What the hell, Otávio, I want a divorce. — I practically scream.

"And I already told you I'm not giving you a divorce until we talk." — He talks and the urge I have to slap them was too much.

— Otávio, for all that is sacred, give me the blessed divorce. — I ask for the last time.

- No! - He speaks.

— Otávio, damn it, stop acting like a child! - I tell him already tired.

"I love you and you love me!" - He speaks and I laugh bitterly and answer:

“Funny, you say the word love, you should have thought about her more when you were fucking your secretary. “I remind him and he tries to talk and doesn’t I leave: — Whether you like it or not, Otávio, I'm going to divorce you! — Warning and without letting him answer anything else I end the call.

When is Otávio going to be ashamed of himself and give me that damn divorce. Damn is that too much to ask? I don't want to be married to him anymore, let alone sign documents with my married name.

Since I broke up I feel like a better person. At first I cried a lot thinking it was my fault and it wasn't. Seeing Otávio having sex with a younger woman made me almost sick.

I was considering myself old, a month from now I would be forty and I would very much like to be divorced to celebrate the end of a marriage. I could say that I was happy yes in my marriage I had two wonderful daughters. It's just that there's that story, everything that's good doesn't last long and that's how my marriage lasted as long as it had to.

The desire I had was to go after Otávio and force him to sign the blessed divorce and I was very tired of this story. He was always making excuses not to sign that damn paper.

My cell phone rings again and I look at the display and see that it's one of my daughters calling and I answer:

— Hi Kam! — I answer.

— Hi, mom, Kathy and I are wanting to go to the movies, would you like to go with us? she asks and I'm touched by the form of affection.

— Daughter is next, today I need two things bath and bed, I'm feeling very tired I think old age has finally arrived! — I'm kidding and I could say it's even the truth because just talking to Otávio, she left me with my nerves on edge and tired.

— Oh, mother, you're still young! She says and smiles.

- Thank you my love! — I answer.

- So if you still want time, mother, we are waiting for you! - She says and thank you:

— Daughter, go have fun with your sister and I'll be fine! - I answer and look at my wristwatch and see that it was time to go to lunch. — Daughter, mother will leave in a little while, we'll talk to each other.

— Okay, mom, but if you don't call, I'll call you huh! - She warns and I laugh and I end the call and I go back to the bathroom and I grab my bag more before I leave like every woman ends up hitting that need to relieve herself and right at that moment my phone rings and starts ringing and I finish quickly and dry myself and run away and when I answer the phone I say:

— “Amor Proibido” company, Fernanda de Freitas good afternoon! - Greeting.

— Fernanda, is Bruno, have you had lunch yet? "Damn it, why is he calling me?" I was trying to forget the way my body was reacting and hearing his voice saying my name didn't I get turned on again? Damn I need to control myself! — Hello Fernanda?

- Hi sorry! — I answer when I hear him calling me. I think it was my impression but I think he invited me to lunch, oh I must have heard wrong.

- No problem. — He answers and continues talking: — You still haven't answered me, my question. He asks me a question and I answer quickly:

"Oh yes, sorry, I haven't had lunch yet!" — I answer awkwardly, damn I was hungry but it wasn't for food.

"Then let's have lunch!" — He speaks and I am shocked and without knowing what to say I end up saying:

— Mr. Mendes, I don't want to get in the way! — I curse myself mentally, for the bullshit I speak. I shouldn't have said that.

— You don't get in my way and wait for me in front of the elevator. — He asks and ends the call and as soon as I put the phone on the cradle and stare at him trying to understand exactly what happened just now? Did my boss ask me out? "Don't start thinking about nonsense, he didn't invite you out, he invited you to lunch!"

I go back into the bathroom and look at my face and see that I was very flushed and that wasn't good. Damn I had to control myself closer to this man, god is a father.

I wash my face for the second time and touch up my makeup and I also apply my deodorant and look at my hair to see if everything was ok and I leave the bathroom feeling my legs tremble. I look at my desk and grab my cell phone and my bag and head out towards the goddamn elevator.

And when I get there and see that he wasn't there, it gives me a mixture of sadness to see that he might have given up and also of relief for not knowing how I would behave after all he is my boss.

I press the elevator button and stand there waiting for him to arrive when I smell the perfume and I didn't even have to turn around to know that he was the one arriving and I turn around and he smiles and one thing I could be sure of, going down with him in the elevator purely torture and god help me because i'm feeling very attracted to this man.

"Good, you're already waiting for me!" - He comments smiling and my legs get weak and the elevator arrives and I breathe a sigh of relief and we get in and he says as soon as he closes the doors and looks at me and says: - Finally we meet again!