Chapter 5

• I'm lying on the bed looking at the ceiling, thinking about what just happened with Zac. I'm really confused, it's crazy everything that's going on. On one hand, I feel a physical attraction to the idiot Gael, and on the other hand, with this kiss I had with Zac, I felt a million emotions throughout my whole being.
• "I see you're awake," Gael enters with a cup of coffee.
• "Yes, I'm not sleepy anymore," he approaches and sits beside me.
• "How are you feeling?" he asks me.
• "Better, the wounds don't hurt as much anymore," I see a look of regret and I feel happy that he feels that way after the beating he gave me. I don't think I'll forgive him.
• "Tamara, I... I'm really sorry. I know I went too far with you, I shouldn't have attacked you like that, but you drive me crazy and I couldn't control my anger."
• "Well, for not wanting to control your anger, you almost beat me to death. You're an idiot," I shout, releasing all my anger.
• "I just went to the bathroom and maybe took a little longer, but I didn't run away. And you're an idiot who didn't let me explain," he closes his eyes as if every word hurt him.
• "I'm sorry, I promise I'll control myself. Ask me for anything, I'll give it to you," anything I want.
• "I want my freedom," I sentence him, and he pales at hearing that.
• "NO, THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN," he yells, standing up abruptly.
• "Understand, Tamara, I bought you and now you're mine. You belong to me."
• "You keep acting like an idiot. Don't you understand that I don't want to be here? Let me go," I say, sobbing like a child.
• "No, Tamara, understand that won't happen," he gives me one last look and leaves, slamming the door. When he leaves, I throw myself on the bed and start crying until I fall asleep.
• The next day, I wake up to the sun's rays, so I decide to get up and take a relaxing shower. When I come out, I go to the closet and see a lot of brand-name clothes. I'm surprised because I've never been surrounded by such luxury. I've always been poor, and we didn't have money to buy expensive clothes. I see a nice pair of jeans and a crop top in the closet that look comfortable, so I decide to put them on.
• I leave the room and see the housekeeper.
• "Hello, you must be Tamara," the lady says with a smile on her wrinkled face.
• "Yes, that's me," I give her a smile.
• "I'm Amelia, the housekeeper. I'm here to serve you," poor Amelia, at her age, she should be resting.
• "Do you want something for breakfast?" she asks.
• "Yes, but I'll make something for myself. You go do something else or better yet, rest," she looks at me as if I had grown another head.
• "Tamara, I'm here to serve you."
• "But I want to make my breakfast. Look, from a very young age, I taught myself to be very independent, and now I hate it when people do things for me. And it's true, like my mother was never there for me, I had to learn everything on my own. I suffered my mother's disdain from a very young age, and even though it hurts now, I think it made me a strong and independent person."
• "How about we make breakfast together?" Amelia suggests, and I agree.
• We prepare breakfast amidst chats and laughter. Amelia is truly like a mother, the mother I never had. She's so caring, understanding, and very funny.
• In the afternoon, I hear the door open and see who it is. It's the two men who have me confused.
• "Hello, Tamara," Zac enters with Gael, both with a smile that looks damn sexy.
• "Hello, Zac, and hello, Gael," Gael approaches me and unexpectedly plants a kiss on my lips.
• "Hello, beautiful, I missed you," what's wrong with him? He never acts like this. I see Zac's discomfort, but then when he sees me, he scans my whole body, and that's when I realize I'm a little revealing today. Gael approaches my ear and says,
• "I want you to go up to your room and put on something more decent, and if you don't plan on doing it, then don't come down," he gives me a kiss on the forehead and gives me a gentle push, each word left me stunned and all I did was go up to my bedroom and look at myself in the mirror. When I do, I see a pretty girl with a good body, and that's when my anger grows. Who does that idiot think he is to tell me how to dress, and he didn't even choose the clothes, what an idiot.
• I go back down to the living room, but this time I only see Zac sitting, looking at some papers. I approach him and he startles.
• "Relax, I don't bite," he chuckles.
• "And Gael?"
• "He went to take a bath," I feel his gaze wandering all over my body until it reaches my chest.
• "Aren't you cold in that outfit?" he says nervously, to which I respond,
• "No, I'm fine. This outfit is very comfortable." When I'm about to leave, I trip over something and fall right on top of Zac. I feel his breathing quicken and he swallows hard.
• "Are you okay?" he asks, placing a hand on my hip.
• "Yes, sorry, I fell. How clumsy of me," I don't know why, but I don't want to get up. I want to stay close to him, I want to kiss him and feel him. So, I start moving a bit to get into a better position, with both my legs next to his thighs.
• "What are you doing, beautiful?" his voice is seductive, making me feel wet just by hearing it. My god, this is wrong.
• "Kiss me," I demand.
• "Kiss me, Zac, do it," without hesitation, he kisses me. At first, it's a gentle kiss, but then it becomes wild. I start moving on top of his bulge, feeling it come to life. I let out small moans, and so does he, while he squeezes my butt.
• "My god, you will be my downfall," he whispers in my ear before kissing me again. I'm excited, I want everything from him. I'm going crazy just by having him close. His hands reach my breasts, and he squeezes them hard until we hear something fall to the ground, and we both separate abruptly.
• "WHAT IS THIS..."