smile does not die. - I'm sure it is. - She types in the huge screen of the tablet while admiring the concentrated countenance. Suddenly, the woman rises and bites the lips of a naug

inner will be served after the awards ceremony. I walk through the room, looking for

an makes one of the best wines I've ever tasted, and that's all I need to know about him. They both see me and wave hello. Nathan Espinosa is also there, his dark eyes bored and his face closed in the best expression of "I'd rather be anywhere else" as he raises a martini glass to his lips. As expected, he doesn't talk to anyone. I nod my head in greet

found here." The short hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I managed to get away from him in the last few weeks, but I was finally caught. It doesn't take being

your face because I expected you to be man enough to get down to the ring. The ring? In the gym where Danilo and I trained boxing together? I'll never set foot in that place again! As the old saying goes: a living coward is worth a de

r mark in different shades of purple stamped on his skin. I hope the women don't mind. - The next time you show any video of my girlfriend without her permission, I'll beat you up. Whether it's in the ring, in your office, or wherever. - I didn't show it. T

ved that interlude during rush hour and started filming the situation. One of them was the rookie. Instead of going straight home to play video games or jerk off in front of the computer, he took out his iPhone, which his recent college graduate

as if the idea were absurd. "It's been a while since we've had a peak in v

bela Santana to enter my field of vision. My eyes automatically fall on the deep V-neckline of her black dress that emphasizes each of her curves and I quickly raise my head before Danilo finds another reason to hit me, and I face a gaze the purest color of honey. Her dark blond hair is tied in an intricate hairstyle, her tall, slender neck adorned with a beautiful necklace

arm around her waist and pulls her towards him, breaking contact. She smiles slightly, as if she was already used to her boyfriend's somewhat rough ways and enjoyed every detail of it. - No, you don't forgive me - Danilo scolds. - Yes, I do - says Isabela. The man closes his eyes

. - Same as you! - Danilo growls, as if it were obvious. - I'm competing for the prize and I hope to win. - Well, I can't say I expect the same thing. The competition is pretty fierce - I blurt out