Strawberry Kisses Phavy Prieto (bookstand for reading TXT) 📖

my parents who never argued or scolded me. Probably because I had always been such a well-behaved girl that I never did anything for them to punish me.

"I'm going to get the appetizers. In the meantime, please make yourselves comfortable," I said, feeling as if I were the lady of the house where I had spent only five hours.

"Tell me, how long have you been living together? Last time I was here she hadn't moved in yet, right?" Since the question seemed to be addressed to Damian, I simply remained silent.

"A little more than a week, mom, when I managed to convince her to leave her apartment and move in with me," he added as he uncorked a bottle of wine.

"And when did you think to tell your mother? Two days before the wedding? A lifetime spent educating your children and this is the result!" the lady exclaimed, taking her wine glass in her hand.

"I already told you that I wanted to break the news when you met her, not earlier. I regret that in the end my plans got screwed up and that you found it out from Michael," Damian replied with such ease that he would deserve a gold medal for that excellent performance of the best liar in history.

During the dinner I learned that Miranda was Damian's older sister, she was a lawyer and had her own law firm. She was so busy that she didn't even have time to breathe. The middle child named Amelia was a dancer in a ballet company and apparently travelled all over the world. At that moment I remembered the two companies that appeared in the report on Damian's mother: a law firm and a ballet company. Without a doubt she was the benefactor of her daughters and probably helped them to forge their future, although I was surprised that they didn’t work in the company, especially Miranda being a lawyer. Perhaps the family business already had its own legal department.

"We should organize a lunch when Amelia is back in town. I think she’ll be here next month. It would be the perfect occasion to introduce Maria to Amelia and Miranda," said Elisabeth enthusiastically. "I'm sure you'll get along very well with my daughters. They too are hard-working girls."

"Yes, they kill themselves with work," confirmed Damian's father ironically.

"Oh, stop it!" Elisabeth exclaimed, patting him on the arm. "They just want to live their life, which I certainly admire and share."

From those words I understood that they didn’t want to have anything to do with the family business, and all the weight fell on Damian’s shoulders, his father and the group of investment partners.

"I'll be happy to meet them," I smiled like a good child and glanced at Damian who took the opportunity to caress my cheek affectionately, while he looked me in the eye.

"Everything is delicious, honey!" Damian said making my eyes widen because we both knew who had cooked those dishes. He had his typical conspiratorial smile on his lips.

"Oh yes! It’s delicious indeed! I think I'm going to kidnap you and take you to my house so you can cook all these delicacies. Besides, I smell this sweet aroma in the air..."

"Orange cake!" I interrupted Elisabeth, getting up suddenly to prevent her from asking me about the herbs I used for the chicken. If she had done it, I would have been forced to throw myself off the terrace of the penthouse.

When Damian's parents left, I felt so relieved. Mission accomplished! Apparently they didn't realize it or they pretended very well.

"Did you like them?" Damian asked, helping me clear the table.

"Yes, I find them amazing. And your mother is adorable," I said sincerely as I turned on the tap to wash the fine china delicately.

"I've never seen my mother so excited," he replied, leaving the glasses on one side and standing behind me. His closeness continued to make me nervous. It was likely that I would never get used to his presence, to that extremely intoxicating smell and pure masculinity that emanated from his body. "She probably fell victim to your spell as I did," he whispered, placing a delicate kiss on my neck that took my breath away.

For God’s sake, why did he have to tell me that? I knew it was all part of a plan that was supposed to feel real, but, damn it, I had feelings!

"Fuck it all," I sighed, leaving the dishes and the tap running to turn around towards him. With my hands still full of detergent foam, I grabbed the back of his neck to shorten the distance from his lips and began to devour them with such impetus and passion that I surprised even myself.

"Then prove it to me," I suggested, pulling my lips away from his a little. "Show me to what extent I have bewitched you."

He slowly moved away to turn off the tap and then turned his gaze back to me with great intensity. I knew what was going to happen moments before it happened, I knew that that night was going to end up in the repertoire of my memories, as probably all the nights I would spend with him. Without asking, without saying anything, he took me in his arms and brought me to his room and put me on that immense bed.

With his lips pressed on mine I unbuttoned his shirt as he impatiently unzipped my dress.

The clothes disappeared little by little from our bodies while his fingers carefully caressed my skin. Then I felt his hands intertwining with mine while his moans echoed in my ears. I was aware of the desire emanating from his body and of his impatience while he was trying to control it. I saw him take one of the condoms from the bedside table and in an act of possessiveness, I pushed him on the