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Chapter 9- confused

Sitting in bed in her room Rosaly looked at the door, she locked the night before as if it were her enemy. She had barely nailed her eyes all night, for the memories of Peter's kisses tormented her sleep to the point where she got up several times in the middle of the night and walked through the room restless. She had tried uselessly not to think, but his face continued to invade her thoughts without asking her permission. How could she let it go that far? She did not even know him. She did not know if he had a girlfriend, a bride, or a serious relationship with someone. He could just be having fun with the girl from the cafeteria who he had met the other day and whom he had coincidentally met in the middle of the night and had offered him a place to sleep. Until then, Rosaly didn't understand what had happened to her. She had never opened the doors for a stranger, she was always cautious and suspicious, but it was enough for Peter to smile in such an incredible way for her to be seduced and forget her common sense. Was she losing her ability to deviate from danger when there was one in her way? Because if it were true there was no point in moving so far away if, she couldn't stay safe.

In addition, a relationship with someone would only complicate things. Not that she thought Peter would want to see her after the scene they starred in the living room rug, but the best thing would be to stay away from him. Facing this thought, Rosaly felt a pain in her heart, because the idea of not seeing Peter anymore or talking to him made her sad, and she didn't know why, or rather, she didn't want to know. She didn't want to know any more details about his life, to exchange confidences about his personal tastes, or to tell things about his families. Rosaly knew that if she continued to have contact with him, she could easily succumb to the charms of those eyes, and forget the threat hanging over her head. The problem was that Peter was too nice, too attractive and too sexy. She had to get him out of her head or she'd end up fooling herself and putting her own life at risk, and maybe his too. She could deal with the fact that she had to keep running, but she couldn't stand it if someone else got hurt in the process.

Rosaly took a long sigh, straightened a lock of her long hair behind her ear, and continued to look at the door without having the courage to open it. Her thoughts flew from one place to another without rest, and one of them escaped her severe vigilance, and brought back the sensations in her body with Peter's touch. He knew how to make a woman feel wanted; his kisses were a sea of lust and left her thirsty for what was to come later. However, she had run away and left him alone in the room, for she did not trust herself to resist the appeals of her own body. Rosaly moved restlessly in bed as she remembered the waves of desire that almost overwhelmed her at that instant. Her neediness had led her to that, and she was afraid she wouldn't control herself if Peter touched her again. She knew very well that she was not only afraid to give herself up to a stranger, but more than anything, she was afraid of losing her heart.

She had promised never to fall in love again, because along with love, other feelings also arose, and Rosaly had no emotional structure to withstand another disappointment like the one she had with Caio.

She had met him on the beach in Ipanema, Rio de Janeiro, when she was on vacation with some friends. He had emerged from the sea as if he were a Greek god; his brown hair wet by the sea gave him a wild look that enchanted her at first glance. His arms were strong, as his whole body was, and he had wonderful green eyes that glowed on his face with perfect, angular features.

When he approached her to talk to her, Rosaly could not believe that that magnificent human specimen had taken an interest in her. At first, she thought he had gone where she was, because he wanted to meet Daniele, her best friend, because it would make a lot more sense to her, as Daniele had a sculptural body that caused a stir where she was going, long, well-turned legs, blond, straight hair that she wore almost below her waist, and smart blue eyes. But, curiously, Caio hadn't even noticed her friend, he had gone to Rosaly and introduced himself. He was a great successful entrepreneur and branches of his company were spread all over Brazil, besides some North American countries, which made him the youngest businessperson in his work field. Caio was respected and his name was always mentioned in the social columns of the regional newspapers, what nobody imagined, is that behind that enigmatic look, there was a vengeful, cold and unscrupulous man who used his power to dominate everything and everyone.