Deep love: insatiable lover

After Dylan left, Brisa smashed everything on the floor.

The floor was a mess with pieces everywhere.

She still didn’t feel like it was enough, her chest felt like a fire was burning, constantly scorching her, leaving her breathless and on the verge of going crazy trying to destroy the whole world.

-Impossible! How could Dylan fall in love with Vanessa?

Brisa’s eyes were bloodshot and red as her mouth continued to sing.

She couldn’t admit that she had lost to Vanessa and, naturally, she couldn’t believe that Dylan had fallen in love with her.

How could Vanessa, who had only known Dylan for less than a year, do what she had not done for so many years?

-Ah, Vanessa, I’m going to kill you, I’m going to kill you!

Brisa screamed through gritted teeth, her lip bleeding from the bite, looking horrible.

Later that night, back in the dormitory.

Naturally, Brisa was not happy to be returned, she threw all her belongings on the bed and, while going through her bag, suddenly dropped a mobile phone.

It wasn’t his; his had been taken by the goalkeeper.

After staring at the phone for a long time, Brisa took it in her hand with a jerk.

He was about to call Vicente, but when he looked in his diary, he saw Roberto’s name.

Apparently, the mobile phone belonged to Roberto.

Brisa stared at Roberto’s name on the screen, not knowing what to think. Her grip on the phone tightened, as if she was about to crush him.

-Roberto. Roberto.

As she continued to chant Roberto’s name, Brisa’s eyes became frantic.

He wanted to let off steam, to do something crazy.

Otherwise, he would have suffocated for sure.

Brisa gripped her phone tighter and finally dialled Roberto’s number while staring at him until her eyes turned red.

-I wondered if you would get in touch with me, I didn’t think we had a heart to heart.

Roberto’s low, husky voice came over the phone, sounding even sexier than usual.

-I’m not looking for you to talk nonsense!

-What do you want to do then? Whatever you want, I’m always up for it.

-Really?

Brisa was almost beside herself, and saw Roberto as the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Thinking about the last time he had taken her to a car race, the excitement and the chance to let off steam, she couldn’t help but feel excited.

-I’ll stay with you if you can come up to me now and take me under the gorillas’ noses.

On impulse, Brisa spoke without hesitation.

-Really?

-What, you can’t do that?

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-Where are you?

-I’ll give you the address, you’re on your own. Remember, no one can find me or you’ll be miserable.

-Don’t worry, that’s something I can still do Roberto.

Ciudad Pacifica was their territory.

Roberto pursed his lips, his eyes shining with excitement and madness.

He could almost imagine the freshness of the lamb that was to be slaughtered in front of him.

-Breeze, let’s see how long you can hold out,” said Roberto to himself with a wry smile.

Late in the evening.

Smoke billows out of the silent building and someone sounds the fire alarm in the apartment building. The sound of the bell penetrates the darkness and wakes up the sleepers, and the apartment building starts to fall into chaos.

The noise was overwhelming.

-Miss Brisa, Miss Brisa, are you awake?

The bodyguards split up, some to prepare to flee, others to call Brisa.

-What’s going on? -asked Brisa as she opened the door, clutching her clothes in panic.

-It’s on fire, we have to get out now,” said the doorman, pulling Brisa with one hand and hurrying out.

The other bodyguard took a wet towel and handed it to Brisa, gesturing for her to cover her mouth and nose, and several people hurried out when they were ready. The lift was not available and they all took the escape stairs.

There were screams, cries for help, coughs….

Chaos and noise ensue as people rush for their lives.

Brisa is escorted by bodyguards, but her eyes are full of laughter.

“Roberto did it, didn’t he? It must have been him.

-Ah!

They did not know who pushed whom, but when they reached the third floor, where the smoke was thickest, the area instantly descended into chaos.

People jostled, some fell, others rushed to pull. The bodyguards who had been guarding Brisa were also scattered by the crowd, and although they tried to run towards Brisa, they were separated by the crowd.

Brisa mingled with the crowd, a satisfied smile on her face.

-Come with me.

Her wrist was grabbed and the warmth of her body, which was not her own, made Brisa unconsciously try to shake the other woman off.

-Come with me if you don’t want to be discovered.

Roberto whispered in her ear.

He quickly shook off the woman’s jacket he had prepared and placed it over Brisa, then dragged her through the crowd of people pretending to run for their lives and soon disappeared into the night.

-Enter.

Brisa yanked open the door and walked in, disgusted, dropping the wet towel she was holding in her hand.

As she looked in the mirror and fixed her dress and hair, she saw that her cheeks had accidentally been rubbed with black powder, which Brisa wiped off with the damp towel in disgust. The car had already started and soon merged into the night traffic.

-Did you make the fire?

-Just a bit of smoke.

Just because Roberto was acting crazy didn’t mean he was actually deranged, creating a fire just to get Brisa out of the way.

-A whole conscience.

Brisa bristled and laughed.

-Sit down and I’ll take it to you for a little fun.

Ignoring their taunts and sarcasm, Roberto finished and began to accelerate, the car headed for the top of the hill again in anticipation of Brisa.

-Do you want to try it?

Roberto asked as he waved his keys at Brisa’s anxious expression.

-I wouldn’t do that,” Brisa glared at him and said in a commanding tone, “I want a drink, get me a drink!

-What, in a bad mood?

-I told you to bring the wine, why so much nonsense,” said Brisa uncharacteristically.

There was a dark gleam in Roberto’s eyes and he waved to someone not far away, who immediately raised his wine respectfully.

-Drink.

-Stay with me.

Brisa ordered again.

The man who had brought the wine had not moved far enough away to hear her and immediately returned her gaze with a mixture of sympathy and coldness in his eyes.

Sympathy that she was the devil’s target.

And coldness because he had come to speak to Roberto in a commanding tone.

The more she opened up at this moment, the harder Roberto would torture her later.

In time, she would realise that she had brought this on herself.

He deserved it.

-Why are you in a bad mood? -asked Roberto when Brisa had almost finished her drink.