Leonardo left Olivia’s house lost and frustrated.
When he opened the door, he saw Olivia’s parents standing outside, drew an ugly smile on their faces, crossed the living room and slowly walked out, as if he were a walking corpse.
Olivia stood behind the curtains, secretly watching the man’s figure move farther and farther away, and tugged hard at her clothes to stifle her urge to cry. Her heart ached so much that she could hardly breathe.
At zero o’clock, the cathedral bell was struck three times, signaling the arrival of Christmas. Fireworks sparkled high in the sky, under which many young couples embraced each other, confessing their love and vowing never to be separated in this life.
***
Carlos, holding Micaela in his arms, was standing on the terrace.
In the sky over the front lawn, many large and glorious fireworks were lit and illuminated almost the entire night sky.
On the lawn, Tomas, Bianca, the other cousins and the children were having a merry time….
Bianca plucked up her courage and went to light fireworks. Then she turned to run when Tomas grabbed her in his arms and pulled her away from potential danger. Tomas seemed to say something funny to her and Bianca burst out laughing.
Micaela couldn’t help but feel happy to see their intimate interaction.
The fireworks Bianca set off shone beautifully in the sky and Micaela tilted her head and said:
-Carlos, look, what beautiful fireworks!
Carlos looked at the woman in his arms, felt so much happiness and said affectionately:
-There is nothing that can be more beautiful than you, Mica.
Micaela blushed slightly. At this moment, she heard a noise on the lawn and looked over. It turned out that Tomas was embracing his wife, kissing her passionately, and everyone was cheering for joy.
Micaela hurried to look away, but Carlos’ thin lips came close to her ears and he whispered:
-Mica, I want you to kiss me too.
At his words, everyone on the lawn looked at them and Micaela turned shyly and entered the room.
Carlos smiled and followed her inside. Then he closed the door and the curtains.
It was a luxurious bedroom. Micaela had taken off her coat and put on a white robe, her long straight hair falling over her shoulders. Just looking at her graceful figure, Carlos felt short of breath, so he lifted her up and whispered in her ear:
-Honey, it’s getting late and it’s time for us to rest.
Micaela suddenly remembered something and said:
-Carlos, I have something to tell you.
Carlos put her on the soft bed, looked at her with deep eyes and said in a deep voice:
-Well, I give you permission to confess your love to me.
Micaela blushed, turned her head away to avoid his domineering gaze and said weakly:
-Carlos, don’t be like that.
Carlos held her chin to make her look at him and asked her:
-What do you want to talk to me about?
Micaela bit her lip, trying not to get lost in his deep eyes, and said seriously:
-Happy Christmas!
Carlos smiled contentedly, showing his white teeth.
Micaela’s heart skipped a beat slightly.
“How could his smile be so attractive?”
Carlos leaned over, kissed her softly on the red lips and replied with deep emotion:
-As long as I am with you, I will be happy at all times.
Then his hands began to slide over her body and Micaela became a little shy.
-Carlos, I just saw a photo album over there on the shelf -she suddenly said to divert the man’s attention by pointing to the shelf.
Carlos stopped, and said mischievously:
-Hateful girl, if I don’t satisfy you, you won’t satisfy me, will you?
Micaela, very flushed, pushed him slightly away and said:
-I want to see that photo album…..
Carlos took a deep breath, contained his desire, stood up for that photo album on the shelf.
Micaela got up from the bed and took it from his hands.
Carlos sat next to her and hugged her, leaning against the headboard.
Micaela put the album in his lap and opened it immediately.
Most of the photos were of the whole family and there was no individual photo of Carlos in the album.
Micaela wanted to see the picture of Carlos’ mother, but after looking through it for quite a while, she couldn’t find one. Just as she was about to give up, she saw a photo of Carlos’ mother and father together on the last page of the album.
Micaela was quite shocked to see the picture of this one.
“His mother was so beautiful, dignified and elegant! No wonder Carlos and Tomas are so handsome! It’s just too bad she died at such a young age.”
In the photo, Matthew was wrapped around her waist affectionately and you could see that Carlos’ father loved her very much.
“So why did Carlos’ grandfather treat her like that?”
However, Micaela didn’t want to ask Carlos to bother him on such a happy day, so she was ready to close the album.
“Wait!”
Micaela frowned slightly, looking at the woman in the photo, and felt it sounded a little familiar.
“Why does Carlos’ mother look familiar? But I’ve never been to Salamentro before.”
Micaela didn’t think too much about this, because Carlos saw that Micaela intended to close the photo album, immediately took it out of her hands and put it on the bedside table. Then he turned around, pinned her against the bed and sealed her lips.
Before Micaela was overcome with desire, he suddenly remembered something and said in a soft voice:
-Carlos, we don’t have condoms…..
Carlos turned off the light, and whispered in a sexy, deep voice:
-It doesn’t matter. Honey, nothing will happen without the condom.
Micaela still resisted a little, and Carlos’ voice became a little urgent:
-Mica, be a good girl, give it to me….
***
The next day, Micaela didn’t wake up until noon.
Carlos was lying on his side next to her, supporting his head with one hand and looking at her without blinking.
Micaela blushed instantly, grabbed the blankets to cover her face and asked:
-Why are you looking at me like that?
-Because you are beautiful.
Micaela blushed even more and asked:
-How long have you been looking at me?
-Since six o’clock in the morning.