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- What?! - Lia wanted to smile - Really, I need you to leave. The pleading look gave her strength to stay there.
I knew well that when someone is sad and pretends not to want to talk about it or pretends not to want attention, that's when they want and need company the most.
"Don't you have a TV in your bedroom?" He changed the subject, scanning the walls with his gaze.
"Lia..." he tried to protest but she found a control beside the bed.
"Where is this control from?" he questioned, analyzing the small device.
He snorted in defeat. For now...
“From my TV. he said and took it from her hand by pressing a button.
Soon the wall opened giving way to a large panel with a giant television and a fireplace decorated with stones. The girl looked at him with fascination.
- Wow! - exclaimed with shining eyes - That's really cool. — stupendous as a child for the first time at an amusement park — Want to see a movie?
— I don't like to watch movies. And you're inviting me to watch a movie in my own room. he said dryly.
"Wow!" Because we're going to see one right now. She pulled the controller out of his hand, rummaging through the tools on the TV.
"I'm sure you're hard of hearing, Miss Hamilton... " He managed to make Lia shudder with the way he called her.
— No, I don't, Senhor Bartholomeu... —she countered, making him feel a twinge under his robe.
He liked the look of her in that instant.
"Then let me choose." I don't want to see a romance movie. — somehow he thought he was the type she liked.
"Good, because I don't want to either." How about horror? she suggested and he laughed humorlessly.
— My life is a beautiful horror movie. he murmured.
"Then why don't you tell me about her?" Let me watch you... — whispered Lia very close to Lazzaro.
He swallowed and quickly walked away, feeling a different tension in the air.
- Adventure. - decreed and went towards the bathroom.
"I hope you're going to change." I don't want to watch a movie with someone wearing just a robe with nothing on underneath. He joked to relax.
“It's not like I'm going to get hard out of nowhere. — he paused, going into the closet — You're afraid you won't be able to resist me, I know. - Said very softly but she heard.
The girl's eyes widened at the inappropriate comment before rolling them, finding it both abused and rude for thinking such things about her. However, she ended up laughing a little, which made the man satisfied.
Perhaps her company is not bad. She thought as she dressed in loose black shorts and a white tank top.
— I'm going to the kitchen to make a bucket of popcorn. he informed and went downstairs without waiting for an answer.
She returned twenty-five minutes later, having insisted that Magdalena let her do it since the housekeeper was used to doing everything in the house.
"I've already chosen the movie." — Lázzaro said when she entered the room.
She glanced at the big screen with the name of the movie paused in capital letters.
— Up - High Adventures? she asked smiling.
- Some problem? He frowned when she was slow to stop smiling at his choice.
- No. None. — she took a deep breath holding back a few more laughs and sat on the bed facing him — Are you going to watch standing up?
She was pretty sure she saw a smirk but ignored it. He sat next to her leaning against the headboard comfortably.
At the end of the film, after laughing and many tears on her part, Lia got up and saw that Lázzaro had fallen asleep. She approached, taken by an unknown instinct and reached out to touch his face, afraid that he would wake up, gave up the action.
When he opened the door to leave, he saw Nadia about to knock. The blonde's eyes widened when she saw Lia feeling anger rise in her throat, a reciprocal feeling on the young woman's part.
- What do you want? he asked looking the woman up and down.
— Lunch is ready, can we serve now? She saw the maid trying to catch something with her eyes in the room.
— You can bring our lunch in the room, we don't want to leave it for now. — the insinuation was made but she was surprised by her own attitude.
— Senhor Bartholomeu never eats in his room.
— But today he will eat. - he asserted with a firm look feeling jealousy dominate his actions.
- OK.
— Just a second, what did you miss this morning here in my husband's room? - she even tried but couldn't avoid the question.
The woman paled.
— Well, when she bumped into me, with her teasing tone she didn't seem so nervous about talking about it.... — Lia knew something was wrong.
He already knew that Lázzaro had spent the night out, so what was that woman doing in his room? She felt deep inside that she needed to find out, like a flame burning that something was wrong.
— Lia... — she heard her husband's mumble and when she turned to see him, Nadia had fled from her path.
Sooner or later she would have to say what she was doing there. The young woman wasn't going to let that go unnoticed.
— I ordered lunch in the room. he warned.
“I don't eat in the bedroom. he exclaimed with traces of irritation.
- Why not?
“It's ridiculous and lazy.
- There is? — the defensive tone — Quite illogical your thinking, sir ... — teased him.
"What's on today's menu?" he asked from under the covers, unusually cold.
- I don't know. Are you well? She found his behavior strange.
- I am cold. Could you turn off the air? If you know how to do it, of course. he asked, shrugging.
“It's not on, I think. — he said looking and not seeing anything resembling air.
— It started to rain, the change in temperature must have got to you. —she dared to approach and put her hand on his forehead —Lazzaro, you're burning up with fever!
She was more scared than she should have been.
"I'm going to see if there's any medicine around here." Where do you keep them? she asked worriedly.
"I don't have medicine at home..."
Someone knocked on the door and she went to answer it. It was Magdalena now and not Nadia.
“Lunch, Lia.
"Thanks, you can put it somewhere here." Do you have fever medicine?
"Are you sick?"
- He is. she whispered to the lady.
"I'll make some foolproof tea." I already bring it, but make him eat all the food please, I made his favorite since it's been a whole day since he's eaten.
Lia knew how much Lázzaro meant to that woman, the sparkle in her eyes when referring to him was beautiful and full of tenderness, she felt that she should do what she was asking and what her heart also screamed.
Take care of him...
He looked at the dishes on the bountiful tray. Fish in white sauce, the smell was wonderful, so he took one of them and sat down on Lazzaro's side.
“Here, your food. she said and he grunted.
"I don't want to eat!" — he grunted in stress and turned to the other side — Lia, leave me alone.
She swallowed hard, thinking about giving up, but she couldn't.
“Don't be like an old man or a grumpy child. You need to eat because there are people who care about you! She fidgeted a little and then he sat up.
“You're boring as fuck. She smiled contentedly.
"I can kiss you if you want." she sneered and he gave a wicked smile in the corner.
He liked the idea of teasing her a lot. He knew it was wrong when his real intention was to make her distance herself from him or even hate him so that she wouldn't suffer with his departure. But something made him want to relax.
“Actually, I do. The girl's face turned red.
She was surprised, he was just kidding. She caught his mocking gaze and wanted to play along.
“So come on, at least one spoonful.
The smell was very good, Lázzaro couldn't resist and opened his mouth as he watched Lia with the spoon raised and a beautiful smile on his lips. Let yourself be fed.
— Hmmm... — he moaned feeling the delicious and juicy fish melting in his mouth.
He closed his eyes in the intention of enjoying the taste of his favorite food a little more, when he opened them again he saw Lia's eyes glued to his lips.
“Want more?” she whispered in a soft voice.
- Yes. he replied with his mouth full of water.
She gave him a more generous spoonful this time.
- More? - She couldn't look away from his lips moving savoring the food as if it was the best thing in the world.
The two couldn't deny the sexual tension in the air, one with his briefs tight and the other with wet panties rubbing his thighs.
- Please. he said and she served him.
Lia put all the food in his mouth and in the end he let out a hoarse moan that made her moan too and accidentally drop the spoon on the floor making a loud noise.
"Jesus Christ!" she murmured, taking the spoon, dazed with the wetness and need in her intimacy.
- What it was? he asked, disconcerted for the first time in his life.
Even though they knew they were playing games with each other, the reactions that overwhelmed them were not premeditated but completely unexpected.
"Does the food taste so good?" She looked away from the lips that addicted to staring.
“It's very tasty. His simple voice sent a chill through her body.
Frightened by what she was feeling, she took her full plate in her hand.
"Excuse me, I'll go eat in the other room."
Without waiting for an answer she left.
