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CULPA NUESTRA (OUR FAULT English translation)

Priya

Published: 2023
Source: https://www.wattpad.com
PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE
I kept wondering why, if Nick and I had broken up over a year ago, I was
crying now as if we were really over. At one point I had to pull off the road,
I had to turn off the engine and hug the wheel to sob without the risk of
colliding with someone. I cried for what we had been, I cried for what we
could have become... I cried for him, for having managed to disappoint him,
for having broken his heart, for getting him to open up to love just to show
him that love didn't exist, at least not without pain, and that pain was
capable of marking you for life. I cried for that Noah, that Noah who had
been with him: that Noah full of life, that Noah who, despite her inner
demons, had known how to love him with all his heart; I knew how to love
him more than he would love anyone and that too was something to cry
about. When you meet the person you want to spend the rest of your life
with, there is no turning back. Many never get to know that feeling, they
think they have found it, but they are wrong. I knew, I know, that Nick was
the love of my life, the man I wanted as the father of my children, the man I
wanted to have by my side through thick and thin, in sickness and in health
until the death of him. Death forced us to part. Nick was him, he was my
half, and it was time to learn to live without her.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._)
Be ready for chapter 1 guys...
PART 1 REUNION CH-1:NOAH

PART 1
REUNION
CHAPTER 1
NOAH
Ten months later...
The noise from the airport was deafening, people came and went
agitated, dragging suitcases, dragging children, dragging carts. I stared at
the screen above my head, searching for the name of my next destination
and the exact time I should board. I didn't really like going there alone, I
had never liked airplanes, but I didn't have many other options: now I was
alone, just me, and no one else. I checked my watch and looked at the
screen again. Ok, I had arrived with plenty of time, I could still have a
coffee in the terminal and read for a while, surely that would calm me
down. I went to the metal detectors, I really hated being groped going
through them, they always did it because I was always wearing something
that set off the alarm, maybe, as I was told, I had a heart of metal: the
simple reason of the misfortune that it meant for me to go anywhere with
detectors. I left my small backpack on the conveyor belt, took off my watch
and bracelets, and the pendant that I always wore around my neck -
although I should have taken it off a long time ago - and put it all together
with my cell phone and the few coins I had in the pocket. "Shoes too,
ma'am," the young security guard told me in a tired tone. I understood it,
that job was the epitome of something tedious and monotonous, his brain
was probably lethargic, always doing the same thing, always saying the
same thing. I put the white Converse on the tray and I was glad in my soul
that I hadn't worn patterned socks or anything like that, I would have been
so embarrassed. As my stuff started moving down the tape, I walked across
the detector and of course...it started ringing. "Stand here, please, open your
arms and legs," he ordered, and I sighed. Do you have any metallic object,
any pointed object, or some... "I'm not wearing anything, it always happens
and I don't know why," I answered, letting the guard pat me up and down.
I'm sure it's some filling. The boy was amused by my answer and suddenly
I wanted him to take his hands off me. When he stepped aside and let me
go, I grabbed my things and headed straight for the duty-free shop. Hello?
Giant toblerones Well, that's it. I think that was the only nice thing about
going to an airport. I bought two, put them in my carry-on bag, and went to
find my departure gate. LAX airport was big, but luckily my gate wasn't too
far. I walked through those half-carpeted floors with signs and arrows under
my feet, past a thousand signs saying "Goodbye" to me in dozens of
different languages, and arrived at my destination. There weren't many
people waiting yet, so I went in smoothly after handing over my passport
and ticket. When I walked through the door of the plane, I sat down, took
out my book and started eating Toblerone. Things had been going
reasonably well until the letter I'd tucked between the pages fell into my
lap, evoking memories I'd sworn to forget and bury. I felt a knot in my
stomach as the images returned to my head and my quiet day was
overturned.
Nine months ago...
The news that Nicholas was leaving had reached me through unexpected
channels. No one had wanted to tell me anything to do with him, and it was
clear that it was because he must have given very strong instructions about
it. Jenna wasn't even talking about Nick and I knew that she had seen him
on more than one occasion. Her worried face was a reflection of what she
had to witness when she and Lion went to her apartment. My friend was
between a rock and a hard place, and that was another of the many things I
had to add to my list of guilt. I hadn't seen Nicholas again, but his actions
towards me were immediate. Some boxes with my things arrived just two
weeks after we broke up and when I saw N in an animal box I had an
anxiety attack that left me fried on the bed after the tears ran out. Our poor
kitten, now mine... I had to leave it to my mother in my old house because
my roommate was terribly allergic. It was hard to let go of him, but I had no
other choice. I have classified that time of my life in which I only cried and
cried as "my dark time" because it had been exactly like that: I was inside a
black tunnel without light, immersed in total darkness from which I could
not emerge despite the light of a new day or the artificial light of a lamp
next to my bed; I had suffered from panic attacks almost daily until finally a
doctor sent me straight to the psychiatrist. At first I hadn't even wanted to
hear about psychologists, but I suppose that deep down it helped me
because I started getting up in the morning and doing the basic things of a
human being... until that night, that night when I understood that if Nick
was leaving, everything would be lost and this time forever. I found out
about it through a simple conversation in the cafeteria on campus. God,
even the horny college girls knew more about Nick than I did back then. A
girl had been gossiping about my boyfriend, sorry, ex-boyfriend, and she
inadvertently informed me about his leaving for New York in just a few
days. That's when something took over my body, she forced me to get in the
car and took me to his apartment. She had avoided thinking about that
place, about everything that had happened, but she couldn't let it go, not
without seeing it first, at least not without having a conversation. The last
time I'd seen him was the night we broke up. With my hands shaking and
my legs threatening to bring me down on the asphalt, I entered Nick's block.
I got into the elevator, went up to his floor and stood at his door. What was
he going to tell her? What could he do to make him forgive me, so that he
wouldn't leave, so that he would love me again? I rang the bell, almost
feeling on the verge of fainting. I felt fear, longing and sadness, and that's
how he found me when he opened the door to his apartment. At first we
were silent, just looking at each other. He did not expect to see me there;
what's more, he would have put his hand in the fire that his plan had been to
leave without looking back, forget about me and act as if I had never
existed, but he didn't count on me not going to make it so easy for him. The
tension was almost palpable. She was amazing, dark jeans, white T-shirt,
and slightly tousled hair. Calling him incredible was an understatement: he
always was, but that look, that light that always appeared on his face when
he saw me arrive, had gone out, that magic that enchanted us when we were
in front of each other no longer existed. Seeing him so handsome, so tall, so
mine... it was as if they rubbed what I had lost, it was like a punishment.
"What have you come for?" His voice was hard and icy like ice and made
me come out of my stupor. "I..." I answered with a broken voice. What
could I tell him? What could I do to make him look at me again as if I were
his light, his hope, his life? He didn't even seem to want to listen to me,
because he started to close the door in my face, but then I made a decision:
if to fight, would fight; I wasn't going to let him go, I couldn't lose him,
since I wouldn't survive without him, it would be impossible. It hurt my
soul to see him there in front of me and not being able to ask him to hug
me, to calm that pain that consumed me day in and day out. I stepped
forward and slipped through the crack, crashing onto his floor and invading
his space.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, following me as I made a
beeline for the living room. The room was unrecognizable: there were
closed boxes everywhere, white blankets covered the sofa and the small
table in the living room. Memories of the two of us having breakfast
together, of stolen kisses on the sofa, cuddling while watching movies, of
him making me breakfast, of me sighing with pleasure between those
cushions while he kissed me until I was breathless... All that had vanished.
There was nothing left. It was then that tears began to well up in my eyes
and unable to contain myself I turned to him. "You can't leave," I sentenced
with a broken voice; he couldn't leave me. "Go away, Noah, I'm not going
to do this," he replied, staying still while clenching his jaw hard. The tone
of his voice made me jump and my tears went to another level. No...fuck
no, I wasn't leaving, not without him at least. "Nick, please, I can't lose
you," I begged plaintively. My words were nothing special, but they were
sincere, totally sincere, I would not survive a life without him. Nicholas
seemed to be breathing more and more heavily, I was afraid I was pushing
him too hard, but if I got into the lion's den I better do it all the way. - Get
out. His order was clear and concise, but I was an expert in disobeying him,
he had always done it... he wasn't going to change now. "Don't you miss
me?" I asked, my voice breaking in mid-question. I looked around, then
back at him. Because I can barely breathe... I can barely get up in the
morning; I go to bed thinking of you, I wake up thinking of you, I cry for
you... I impatiently wiped my tears and Nicholas took a step forward, but
not with the intention of calming me, quite the opposite. His hands grabbed
my arms tightly. With too much force. "And what do you think I'm doing?"
He said angrily. You fucking broke me! Feeling his hands on my skin, ugly
as the gesture was, was enough to give me strength. I had missed his
contact so much that I felt like a shot of adrenaline in the very center of my
soul. "I'm sorry," I apologized, lowering my head, because it was one thing
to feel it and quite another to bear the hatred in his pretty pale eyes. I made
a mistake, a huge and unforgivable mistake, but you can't let that end us. I
raised my eyes. This time I needed him to believe my words, to see in my
eyes that I was speaking from the heart. I will never love anyone like I love
you. My words seemed to burn him, because he removed his hands from
my body, turned and desperately put them in his hair, ran his fingers
through it, and fixed himself on me again. He seemed unhinged, he seemed
to be fighting the worst battle of his life. A silence settled between us.
"How could you?" he asked seconds later, and my heart broke again as I
heard his voice crack on the last word. I took a hesitant step. He was hurt
because of me and he just wanted me to hold me in his arms, to hold me
again, to tell me that everything was going to be okay. "I don't even
remember..." I admitted, my voice cracking with anguish. It was true, he
didn't remember it, my mind had blocked it; what's more, that night, that
fateful night, I was so absolutely devastated to think that he had done
exactly the same as me, that I hadn't even been able to stop him, I had let
him do it; At that moment in my life I was so destroyed that I had simply
disconnected from my body and my soul. Nothing that has nothing to do
with you remains in my memories. Nick, I need you to forgive me, I need
you to look at me again the way you used to. -My words began to break
pathetically, my heart hurt so much, to see him there in front of me and feel
him so far away... -. Tell me what can I do to make you forgive me...
He looked at me incredulously, as if I was asking him for something
impossible, as if only incoherent and ridiculous things came out of my
mouth. And yes, I felt ridiculous because could I have forgiven cheating?
Nick cheating? I felt a huge pain in my chest and that was enough to know
the answer... No, of course not, just thinking about it made me want to
Pulling my hair out to erase the image of Nick in the arms of another
woman. I wiped my tears with my forearm and realized that everything was
useless. We were silent for a few moments and I knew that I had to leave, I
couldn't stand that feeling of loss, because yes, I had lost it and no matter
how much I begged there was nothing that could be done about it. The tears
continued to fall silently down my cheeks...knowing that what we were
going to have was a silent goodbye. Goodbye... Oh my gosh, say goodbye
to Nick! How was something like this done? How do you say goodbye to
the person you love and need most in your life? me and, to my surprise, his
lips settled on my mouth, his hands took me by the shoulders, he pressed
me against him and I remained motionless receiving a kiss that I had not
expected in years. "Why, dammit," he wailed a second later, squeezing my
arms tightly. I took his face in my hands and he didn't give me time to
analyze what was happening because my back hit the living room wall and
he held me there with force, his mouth searching mine for the air that
seemed to have been taken from us. . I pulled him closer to me desperately,
his tongue entered my mouth while his hands went down my body. But then
something changed, his attitude, his kiss, he became more insistent, harder.
He broke away from my lips and slammed me against the wall barely
letting me move. "You shouldn't be here," he bellowed angrily, and opening
my eyes I felt tears slipping down his cheeks. I had never seen him cry like
that, never. I felt I was short of breath, I noticed that he needed to separate
me, that we were not doing things right, that this was wrong, very wrong. I
wanted to caress his cheek, I wanted to wipe away those tears, I wanted to
hug him tightly and ask for forgiveness a thousand times. I don't know what
my gaze was showing at that moment, but as it locked on Nick's eyes they
seemed to light up with something that could be described as anger, anger
and pain, a deep pain that I knew very well. "I loved you," he stated,
burying his face in the crook of my neck. I noticed him tremble and my
hands embraced him as if they never wanted to let go. I loved you, damn it!
Him," he yelled again, pulling away from me. Nicholas took a step back,
looking at me as if he were seeing me for the first time, his eyes fixed on
the ground, then up to my face. "Get the hell out of this apartment and don't
even think about coming back. I looked directly into his eyes and
understood that all was lost. The tears were fighting to come out, but there
was no trace of love in them anymore, just pain, pain and hate, and there
was nothing I could do to fight it. She had believed that she would be able
to win him back, had believed that the love she felt for him was going to get
hers back, but how wrong she was. From love to hate there is only one
step... and that is exactly what I was witnessing. That was the last time I
saw him.
"Miss," said a voice next to me, bringing me back to reality. I looked up
from the letter and saw a stewardess who was looking at me with a bit of
impatience. "Yes," I answered, sitting up as the book and the Toblerone in
my lap fell to the floor. "Almost everyone has boarded, can I have your
ticket?" I looked around. Shit, she was the only one left in the room. I
noticed the two stewardesses who were watching me from the door that led
to the sleeve that would lead me to the plane and I got up from my chair.
Fuck! "I'm sorry," I apologized, taking my backpack and digging inside to
get my passport and ticket. The girl took it and went to the door. I followed
her, taking a quick look around the room to make sure she wasn't leaving
anything behind, and waited. -Her seat of hers is at the end on the right... I
wish you a good flight. I nodded as she entered the sleeve and felt a
sickness in the pit of my stomach. Six hour flight to New York, that was
what I expected. The trip seemed eternal. I didn't even want to imagine the
temperatures that they must be doing in New York, since it was mid-July,
and I was grateful that my stay there was going to be rather short, since it
was due to a simple reason. Leaving the plane, I went straight to the station.
A short train ride awaited me from the airport to the Jamaica station, where
I would catch another train that would take me to East Hamptons. I still
couldn't believe I was visiting such a snobbish place that had never caught
my eye, but Jenna, oh, Jenna, had wanted to have a big wedding; yes, sir,
she had spent months organizing it and had wanted to get married in the
Hamptons, just like that, like a rich American. Her mother had a mansion in
that exclusive area since the beginning of time, where they almost always
vacationed, and Jenna loved that place, because it was where all her
childhood memories were concentrated. Browsing a bit on the internet I
found out how much it cost to have a house there: my jaw dropped. Jenna
had told me she wanted me with her a week before her wedding. It was
Tuesday and it wouldn't be until Sunday when my best friend would stop
being single forever. Many had said that getting married at nineteen was
crazy, but who were we to judge the love of a couple? If they wanted to and
were prepared and sure of the love they felt, then to hell with convention.
So there I was, getting off the train at the Jamaica station to face a two-odd
hour journey during which I was going to have to realize that not only did I
have to watch my best friend get married, but she was going to to see
Nicholas Leister again after ten months without knowing anything about
him, other than the few things he had discovered on the internet. Nick was
the best man and I was one of the bridesmaids... you can imagine what a
good picture. Maybe time had come to heal the wounds, maybe time had
led to forgiveness. I didn't know, but one thing was clear: we were both
going to meet face to face and the third world war would most certainly
break out.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._)
Be ready for chapter 2 guys...
CHAPTER 2:NOAH

CHAPTER 2
NOAH
I arrived at the train station at around seven in the evening. The sun had
not yet disappeared over the horizon, in the middle of July it wouldn't do so
until after nine o'clock, and it was nice to get off the train, stretch my legs
and feel that warm smell of the sea and the cool breeze coming from the
coast. It had been a while since I had been to the beach and I missed it. My
college was almost two hours from the ocean, and I did my best to avoid
going to my mother's house. My relationship with her had ceased to be what
it was and although many months had passed, we had not resolved anything
at all. We talked very from time to time and when the conversation turned
to areas that I was not willing to enter I would simply hang up the phone.
Jenna was waiting for me inside the car, in front of the station. Seeing me,
she got out of her white convertible and came running to meet me. I did the
same and we met in the middle of the road. We wrapped ourselves in a
totally girlish hug and started jumping like crazy. -Are you here! -I'm here!
-I'm getting married! "You're going to get married!" We both burst out
laughing until the insistent honking of the traffic we had interrupted caused
us to break apart. We got in the convertible and I watched my friend as she
started blabbering about how overwhelmed she was and all the things she
was going to have to do before the big day. In reality we only had a couple
of days to be together and alone, since the guests would not be long in
arriving. The closest friends would stay at his house and the rest would
either have their own house in the Hamptons-when I say "house" I mean
"mansion"-or they would stay with a friend who lived in the area. Jenna had
also chosen these dates for that very reason. In order not to force everyone
to go there, she decided to choose the vacation time, since half of her
friends and acquaintances were already going to be, if not in the Hamptons
at least nearby. "I've put together an insane itinerary, Noah, the next few
days we're just going to lie on the beach, go to the spa, eat and drink
margaritas. This is my bachelorette party in the "relax" style that I so desire.
I nodded while my eyes were lost in the surroundings. Oh my gosh, that
place was gorgeous! I felt as if I had been slammed back into the colonial
days of the 17th century. The little houses in the town were made of white
brick with long and beautiful tiles, with porches in the front areas and
rocking chairs in front of their doors. She was so used to the down-to-earth
style of Los Angeles that she had forgotten how quaint some places could
be. As we got further away from the town I began to glimpse the impressive
mansions that stood imposingly on extensive estates. Jenna turned down a
side road toward the sea, and there, in the distance, I could see the high
roofs of a spectacular white and tan mansion. "Tell me that's not your
house..." Jenna laughed and pulled a little gadget out of the glove
compartment. She hit a button and the massive gates on the outer door
swung open almost soundlessly. And there it was, an impressively large and
beautiful house. It was colonial in style, like everything in the area, nothing
modern but exquisitely built on land that flowed into the sea -you could
hear the waves from there. A series of dim lights illuminated the path that
led to the parking area, with room for at least ten cars.
The white brick mansion had a beautiful porch supported by huge columns.
The gardens that surrounded it were a green that I had not seen for a long
time and in it stood out two hundred-year-old oaks that seemed to receive
you with their majestic presence. "Are you going to get married here?
Damn, Jenna, it really is beautiful," I exclaimed getting out of the
convertible, unable to take my eyes off that sublime construction, and I was
used to it... Let's see, I had lived at the Leisters' house, but that it was totally
different... it was magical. -I am not getting married here; In principle, yes,
that was the plan, but talking about it with my father, I found out that he
was excited that I would do it where we had always talked: there is a
vineyard an hour from here, more or less, where my father took me when I
was little. We used to go horseback riding and I remember that he once told
me that he wanted me to get married in that place, because he had magic
that was hard to find. I remember that he was barely ten years old and at
that time he dreamed of getting married like a princess. My father still
remembers it. "It sure is an amazing place if it tops this place. -It is, you're
going to love it, many weddings are held there. With that said, the two of us
approached the stairs together and climbed the ten steps that led to the
porch. I felt the subtle creak of the wood under my feet and it was like
heavenly music to my ears. You can't imagine what it was like inside: there
were hardly any walls, it was a huge open space with an oak wood floor. In
the center was a set of sofas arranged in a circle around a round modern
fireplace. A library with small wing chairs occupied another space that led
to a staircase that went up to the second floor, where a balustrade allowed
you to look down. "How many people stay here, Jenn Jenna carelessly
tossed her jacket onto the couch and we went into the kitchen. It was also
huge: it had a kind of living room, with yellow armchairs and a small table
for breakfast. Through the large windows I could see that the door opened
onto the immense garden behind and beyond, a few meters away, was the
immaculate white sand beach that competed with the large square pool. -
Well, let's see... in total I think about ten, counting the two of us, Lion and
Nick; the others stay in other houses in the area or in the hotel in the port. I
glanced out the window when I heard Nick's name and nodded nonchalantly
so he wouldn't realize how much hearing his name affected me. However,
Jenna noticed and, taking two bottles of ginger-ale out of the fridge, she
made me look into her eyes. "It's been ten months now, Noah... I know
you're still in pain and I've partly waited this time for you, because I
couldn't have gotten married without my two best friends, but... do you
think you're going to be okay?" ...you haven't seen him since... -I know and
yes, Jenna, I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that I don't care and that
I'm over it, because I'm not, but we both know that this was going to end up
happening. We are practically family... it was a matter of time before we
saw each other's faces again. Jenna nodded and I had to look away from
hers. I did not like what my eyes saw; when talking about Nick, people
seemed to be walking on swampy ground. I knew how to deal with my
pain, I had done it and kept doing it day in and day out, I didn't need
anyone's compassion. I had ended our relationship and being left alone with
my broken heart was the punishment. Jenna wasted no time in showing me
to my room and I was grateful as I was exhausted. She hugged me excited
after explaining to me how the shower worked and she left screaming that
she better rest because the next day there was going to be no God to stop us.
I smiled and when she was gone I turned on the faucet to take a hot and
relaxing bath. I knew that the days to come were going to be hard. She was
going to have to hold it together for Jenna, so she wouldn't see that she was
broken. The following week I had to give the best performance of my life...
and not only in front of Jenna, but also in front of Nicholas, because if he
saw my vulnerability it would end up crushing my soul and my heart... after
all that it was what he had proposed.
I woke up pretty early, mostly because the curtains in my room were drawn.
I leaned out and the waves of the ocean seemed to say good morning to me.
We were so close to the sea that I could almost feel the sand under my feet.
I hurriedly put on my bikini and when I got to the kitchen I saw that Jenna
was already awake and talking to a woman who was sitting across from her
drinking coffee. Seeing me arrive, they both smiled at me. "Noah, come let
me introduce you," she said, getting up and taking my arm. The woman in
front of her was very pretty, with Asian features and well-groomed brown
hair. She was... clean; yes, that was the best word to describe it. This is
Amy, the wedding planner. I walked up to her and shook her hand with a
smile. -Nice to meet you. Amy gave me an approving look and pulled a
book out of her bag, where she began to search for something by turning the
pages quickly and confidently. "Jenna told me you were pretty, but now that
I look at you... The bridesmaid dress is going to look amazing on you." I
smiled as I felt my cheeks flush. Jenna sat down next to me and popped a
piece of toast into her mouth. -Hey, the pretty one at the party has to be me.
She barely made out with the food in her mouth, but she knew she was
joking. Jenna was so beautiful that no matter how many pretty girls she had
next to her, she would always stand out from all the rest. "Look, Noah, this
is your dress," Amy said, showing me a Vera Wang signature photo. It was
a gorgeous red dress with a V-neckline and two thin straps that crisscrossed
her back. The cleavage that she had behind was impressive. Do you like it?
How not to like it! When Jenna asked me to be one of her bridesmaids it
almost brought me to tears, but we made a pact: if I was her bridesmaid she
would choose any dress that wouldn't make me look like a birthday cake. .
And boy did she take my request seriously: the dress was amazing. "Who
else will be a bridesmaid with me?" I asked, still looking at that fascinating
garment. Jenna looked at me with a smile. "In the end I decided to only
have a bridesmaid," she admitted leaving me stunned. "Wait... how?" I
exclaimed in disbelief. What about your cousin, Janina, or Janora, or
whatever her name is... Jenna got up from her chair and went straight to the
fridge, her back to me. Amy couldn't care less about us; what's more, she
got up to answer a call and moved towards a corner of the kitchen to hear
better. Jenna took out strawberries and milk and placed them on one of the
counters. As she picked up the blender, clearly intending to make herself a
smoothie, she shrugged. Janina is unbearable. My mother is the one who
almost forced me to make her a bridesmaid, but when she found out that I
couldn't, she admitted that between having only two bridesmaids or just
one, she preferred that there was only one... You know, it's more
harmonious, those were just his words. I rolled my eyes; great, now she was
going to have to be there alone, standing in front of the hundreds of guests
who would attend the ceremony and having no one by my side with whom
to share my misfortune.
"Besides, you know...Lion's only going to have one friend at the altar, so I
don't have to worry about it looking weird: it's going to be all perfectly
proportioned. Before I understood what my friend had just said, the mixer
filled the sudden silence, drowning out my conflicting thoughts. Wait...just
a friend and a friend at the altar... "Jenna! I yelled, getting to my feet and
crossing the kitchen until I reached her side. My friend was staring into the
blender bowl. I unceremoniously turned off the pot and forced her to look at
me. I'm the godmother, right? Jenna had guilt on her face. "I'm sorry, Noah,
but Lion doesn't have his father and you obviously knew that Nick would be
his godfather. As you will understand, I was not going to put my mother as
godmother if Lion's father was not there to accompany her, it did not seem
right to me and that is why we decided that they would be our best friends. I
closed my eyes tight. "Do you know what you're asking of me? Not only
was I going to have to go into the church with Nicholas, but we both had to
see that everything went according to plan; We were not only going to have
to see each other at the ceremony, but also in the previous rehearsals. I had
shrugged off all of that because I thought Jenna had already chosen her
godmother, I'd just gotten used to the idea that I was going to have to see
Nick from a distance... Yes, we'd be in the same room, but we wouldn't
have they interact with each other; now I was going to have him glued to
me throughout the ceremony, including the dinner afterward. Jenna took my
hands and looked into my eyes. "It'll only be a few days, Noah," she said,
trying to convey a calm to me that she wasn't even going to be able to feel.
You've turned the page, months have passed...everything's going to be fine,
you'll see."You've turned the page..."I only knew of one of us who had; I,
on the other hand, endured with the small puffs of air that I took from time
to time when coming to the surface.
(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 3 guys...
CHAPTER 3:NICK

CHAPTER 3
NICK
I looked at the clock on my desk in my office. It was four in the morning
and he was unable to sleep a wink. My mind kept spinning over what was
going to happen in a few days. Damn...he was going to have to see her
again. I narrowed my eyes at the happy wedding invitation. There was
nothing in this world that I hated more right now than a stupid ceremony
where two people swore eternal love: what an asshole. I had agreed to be
the best man because he wasn't such a bastard to refuse me, knowing that
Lion had no father and his brother Luca was an ex-con who didn't even
know if they would let him into the church. But as the day approached, I
became more moody and nervous. I didn't want to see her... I had even
spoken to Jenna personally, I had tried to put her between a rock and a hard
place so she could choose, her or me, but Lion almost beat me up for
putting her in that situation. I had thought of a thousand and one excuses for
not having to attend, but none justified being such a bastard as to leave two
of my best friends stranded. I got up from the chair and went to the huge
window that allowed me to contemplate those incredible views of New
York City. Standing there, on the 62nd floor, I felt so far from everyone... so
far from anyone, that a freezing cold ran through me. That was me, an
iceberg, an iceberg. Those ten months had been a nightmare, I had gone
down to hell, I had done it alone, I had burned and I had risen from the
ashes becoming someone completely different. No more smiles, no more
dreams, no more feeling something more than simple carnal desire for
someone Standing there, far from the world, I had become my own prison,
mine alone, no one else's. I heard someone's footsteps behind me, and then
hands wrapped around me from behind. I didn't even startle, I no longer
felt, I just existed. "Why don't you go back to bed?" the voice of that girl
she had met just a few hours ago in one of the best restaurants in the city
asked me. My life was now reduced to one thing: work. I worked and
worked, earned more and more money, and started all over again. It had
only been two months after the anniversary of Leister Enterprises, when my
grandfather Andrew decided that he had had enough of this world and that
he wanted to leave it. If I have to admit something, it's that it was that
moment, the moment I received the call informing me of his death, when I
finally allowed myself to collapse. It was at that moment when another
person I loved was taken from me when I realized that life is shit: you give
your heart to someone, you let them take care of that part of you and then
you discover that not only have they not taken care of it like you you
expected but they have crushed it until it bleeds; and then, the people who
have really loved you, the people who since you were born decided to
protect you, one day they decide to leave this world without even warning,
they leave without a trace and you are left alone without even
understanding what has happened, wondering why did they have to leave...
Of course, he had not left without a trace, no: he had left a very important
document behind him, a document that changed my life and gave it a
radical turn. My grandfather had left me absolutely everything. Not just his
house in Montana and all of his many properties, but he had left Leister
Enterprises to me, in its entirety. Not even my father had received part of
his inheritance, although it's not like he needed it, he already led one of the
best bar associations in the country, but my grandfather had left me his
entire empire, including Leister Corporations, the company which, together
with my father's, dominated a large part of the country's financial sector. I
had always wanted to be part of the world of finance with my grandfather,
but I had never wanted it all to fall out of the blue.
So, suddenly, I had been forced into that position I had longed for and had
officially become the owner of an empire, and all at the early age of twenty-
four. I had turned so much to work, to show that he was capable of
overcoming any obstacle, to show that he could be the best, that no one
doubted my abilities anymore. He had reached the top...and yet I couldn't
ignore how down I was. I turned to look at the dark-haired girl who had
wanted to entertain me for a few hours. She was slim, tall, she had blue
eyes and perfect breasts, but she was just a pretty body. She didn't even
remember her name. Actually, she should have left already, because she had
made it clear to him that she only wanted to fuck and that when we finished
she would gladly call a taxi to accompany her to her house. Seeing her
there, however, after feeling so devastated and angry at having to deal with
a situation that infuriated me more than I could admit, I felt an urge to at
least release some of the tension my body seemed to be holding. Her hands
moved up my chest as her eyes searched mine. "I have to admit that the
rumors about you weren't unfounded," she said, hugging me enticingly. I
took her hands by the wrists and stopped her caress. "I don't care what they
say about me," I replied flatly. It's four in the morning and in half an hour
I'm going to ask you for a taxi, so you better take advantage of the time.
Despite the harshness of my words, the girl smiled. 'Of course, Mr Leister. I
clenched my jaw and just allowed it to continue. I closed my eyes and let
myself be carried away by the momentary pleasure and the simple physical
satisfaction, trying not to feel the emptiness that I had inside of her. Sex was
no longer what it had been, and for me...even better that way.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 4 guys...
CHAPTER 4:NOAH

CHAPTER 4
NOAH
The calm with which we had lived the last few days had ceased to exist
as soon as the doorbell rang that very early morning. We'd hung out going
to the spa in Sag Harbor, eating fresh seafood in quaint restaurants, and
sunbathing for hours letting our skin get that much-desired tan that was sure
to give us lifelong wrinkles. Amy, the organizer of the event, had left us
alone to experience that much-needed moment of friends, but a few days
before the wedding and with the imminent arrival of numerous guests, it
was impossible to continue with our dolce far niente. Jenna seemed to get
more and more nervous and she showed it by talking non-stop and, above
all, calling Lion every time she had an anxiety attack. After months of
preparing for a test run at one of Jenna's father's companies, he had landed
his well-deserved position as manager of one of her branches, and things
finally seemed to be on the right track for the group's stray. Both had
managed to forgive each other for the past and were more in love than ever.
That morning I finally got to see the wedding dress. The dressmaker had
arrived with Amy so Jenna could try it on for almost one last time and do
the finishing touches. I have to say that the dress was incredible, white lace
and fitted to her waist, from which a flared skirt emerged. She reminded me
of the dresses worn by movie stars or magazine models that inevitably
make us drool. Jenna's mom, along with one of the most expensive
dressmakers in Los Angeles, had designed the dress and it looked amazing
on my friend. A group of workers soon arrived and took it upon themselves
to place flowers at the entrance of the house, consistent, according to Jenna,
with the floral motifs of the wedding; likewise, another group arranged the
catering with which all the friends and relatives who would arrive during
the day would be received: there was food to give and take. In short, in the
immense garden, what would be a pre-wedding reception worthy of
admiration was being prepared. The rehearsal dinner would be in two days
and it would be held in a hall by the bay. Needless to say the state of nerves
in which I found myself. She wasn't ready to see Nick again, let alone spend
more than two days in the same house. The room soon became abuzz with
people, family and friends arriving non-stop and excitedly approaching
Jenna with the intention of asking her questions about the ceremony or just
gossiping about her dress and everything else. My friend had invited her
closest friends to stay in the mansion and also her closest relatives,
especially the younger ones, since adults preferred to stay in hotels where
the youthful excitement and drunkenness that we would surely end up with
everyone that night did not interrupt their adult tranquility. Jenna was
surrounded by some of her cousins as the caterers poured in through the
front door, which seemed to go on forever. I was just passing through the
entrance, with the clear intention of going up to my room to find some
peace, when a familiar car pulled up next to the entrance. I raised my hand
and put it on as a visor to see Lion's brother come down with that dangerous
smile that seemed to be tattooed on him. She twirled the car keys between
her fingers and locked eyes with me as she realized she was watching him
from the porch.
"Look who we've got here," he said with a crooked smile, approaching the
steps, "the little princess missing in action. I rolled my eyes. I had never
really liked Luca. He had spent years in jail, and Jenna had told me, he kept
getting into trouble, trouble that Lion was now in charge of solving. She
had to admit that Luca had changed quite a bit since the last time she'd seen
him months ago, in the horrible races where Jenna ended up cutting Lion.
Nick and I had also had a monumental fight, a fight that, as always, had
ended in sex, sex that didn't solve anything, sex that simply helped us avoid
the inevitable: that we were slowly destroying each other. "How are you,
beautiful?" she told me, placing herself in front of me and forcing me to
look up a little. If Lion was a big guy, Luca wasn't far behind. His tattooed
arms might have scared off any decent person, but he wore them proudly
and I couldn't care less. "Very good, Luca, it's nice to see you," I answered,
taking a small step back; he had gotten too close to me and I didn't like it
very much. Jenna's inside her, if you want to say hello. Luca looked over
my shoulder without much interest. His green eyes, the same as his
brother's, lowered to mine, shamelessly roamed the white dress he was
wearing and crinkled as he smiled again and looked at my face. "I have time
to say hello to the bride-to-be, and speaking of brides...and grooms. Is it
true that you're single? His interest made me a bit confused, and since I
didn't feel like talking about my sentimental life, especially with the pimp
brother of my ex's best friend, who was surely aware of what had happened,
especially After what I had done, the desire to run away and lock myself in
my room increased considerably. "I'm sure you know the answer to that
question," I stated rather coolly. The reminder of my current situation only
made me feel a prick in my chest. Just then Jenna appeared. A much nicer
smile than mine greeted Luca, who opened his arms to hold her close to his
chest. "Hello, future sister-in-law," he greeted her, caressing her with his
hands. Are you fatter Be careful, it's not going to be that the dress doesn't fit
you. Luca was smiling and Jenna writhed in her arms, yanking free and
glaring at him with her slanted eyes. "You're an idiot," she snapped at him,
slapping her arm. Luca focused on me again. "I was asking Noah where my
room was... You know I'm not used to living in castles by the beach and I
feel tired from traveling..." Jenna rolled her eyes. -It only occurs to you to
cross the country by car. Don't you know about the existence of those
devices called airplanes? I opened my eyes in surprise. "Did you drive from
California?" Luca nodded, adjusting the backpack she was carrying on his
shoulder. "I love roadside restaurants," he declared, walking between them
and entering the house. Where am I going? Jenna shook her head, smiling.
At that precise moment they called her from the kitchen. "Noah, take him
upstairs and tell him to stay in the room on the right, the one by the balcony.
"But..." Jenna didn't stay to listen to my protests, she disappeared down the
hall towards the kitchen, leaving me alone with Luca. "Come on, princess, I
don't have all day.
After showing him around the room, and with the clear intention of keeping
him out of sight, I turned to go out the door and into my room, which was
only two doors away, but Luca intercepted me halfway, slipping through the
door. me too. "Let's go to the beach," he suggested, resolution in his eyes.
"No, thanks," I answered trying to avoid his body and reach for the door
handle. -I don't want to stay here... Come on, don't be boring, I'll buy you a
hot dog. I watched him carefully trying to guess what his intentions were.
Luca was a restless person, someone difficult to control, she was sure that
staying there, with all the guests that were arriving non-stop, stressed him
more than she wanted to admit. "I don't want a hot dog, I want to go to my
room and read a good book, so please step away." He ignored me. "Read,"
she pronounced the word as if it were an insult. You'll read when you're
dead. Hey, let's take a walk around this posh place. -Luca, I can't just go,
Jenna needs help; Besides, we don't know this place and I really don't want
to get lost with you in the Hamptons. Luca put on the cap that he was
wearing backwards and stared at me. -Losing you with me is the best thing
that could happen to you, beautiful, but it's not something that interests me
right now; I just want to go out to eat something with good company, and
you're not bad at all, despite your repellent little princess airs. I crossed my
arms and was about to slap him, just like Jenna had, but he laughed, cutting
off the insult he was about to spout. -It was a joke! Come on, don't be a
glander, I promise to bring you back safe and sound, God forbid Jenna is
left without a bridesmaid. Just then a group of Jenna's relatives began to
climb the huge stairs and immediately the corridor was filled with people
talking animatedly, so the idea of Luca hanging out didn't seem so horrible
to me anymore. "I'll go out with you on one condition," I said, staring at
him without a hint of a smile. Instead, Luca looked at me with a bad boy
smirk on his face. -What you want. -I drive. Contrary to what I expected,
Luca couldn't care less that I was the one behind the wheel of his shiny
black mustang; instead, he seemed content not to have to watch the road
and enjoy the views of the coast. The sun would be setting soon, and it was
a pleasant enough breeze. A silence that was not at all uncomfortable
enveloped us, and I liked driving down those back roads with the simple
determination to take a walk. I knew that a part of Luca was holding back
with me: he wasn't the typical guy who goes with a girl just to hang out, but
I didn't care much about his intentions. Finally, after driving aimlessly for a
while and when it had gotten dark, I stopped at a mobile dog stand by the
sea. Around him were tables, at which were seated two couples and a
couple with two small children. "I'm hungry," I announced, taking the keys
out of the ignition. Luca smiled and got out of the car. I watched him from
my position by the window and hurried to catch up with him. "I didn't know
you drove with gears," he told me, taking off his cap, running his hand
through his close-cropped hair and putting it back on afterwards.
-Well, it's not that you and I know each other very well, it's normal that you
didn't know. I went ahead to the stall that sold that food, considered
garbage, but it smelled of glory. I ordered an all-inclusive dog, some fries
and a Coca-Cola; Luca, in turn, ordered the same, but with a beer. When we
had our food we sat down at one of the tables. It was a little strange for me
to be there with the brother of my best friend's future husband, an ex-
convict and with a very bad reputation, but I had to admit that up to now he
had behaved quite well. "You don't like dieting much, do you," he said,
pointing to my greasy plate. "I exercise," I replied, giving the puppy a bite.
It was delicious. Luca nodded as he took a sip of his beer, then leaned back
and stared at me. -Before you said that we didn't know each other, why
don't we play the game of twenty questions? I put the puppy down carefully
on the plate and looked away for a moment. A small part of my brain
caught the flirtation hidden in his proposal, but the other evaded to bring up
a memory from long ago, a memory that had gotten close to Nick in a rather
intimate way, where we had both played that stupid game. to get to know
each other better. The memory of that time, when we barely knew each
other, the memory of being with him, without me knowing any of his
problems and he knowing none of mine, almost made me get up and run to
lock myself in my room, where I shouldn't. out, but I did the appropriate
thing under the circumstances: I closed my eyes for a second, took a deep
breath, and focused on something else. I had an attractive guy in front of
me, a guy who didn't suit me at all and who would only bring trouble to my
already complicated situation, but what he didn't know was that no matter
what he did or said, nothing would make me fly like he did. a single glance
from Nicholas Leister. Sometimes it was just that what I missed, his gaze,
his eyes fixed on mine in that unique and incomparable way. Luca moved
his hand in front of my face to make me react and I looked at him again, at
his tattoos and at his green eyes full of too much curiosity. "I'll let you ask
me just one question," I answered so as not to sound unfriendly. Luca
smiled, ran a hand over his chin, and leaned across the table. "If you just
narrow it down to one I'm going to have to get right to the point," he
commented. I shifted a little uncomfortably in my chair. I think this was the
first time in months that I was alone with a guy and I didn't like the feeling
he was getting in his stomach, like he was doing something wrong. "Would
you go out with me tomorrow night?" His question was clear, but my
answer was even more so. -No. That was me being clear and concise.
What's more, I got up from the table-I didn't feel like eating anymore-but he
held me by the wrist, forcing me to stand next to him, who turned to face
me. "Why not?" "Because I can't." He looked back at me strangely. "That
you can't? What kind of answer is that?" I moved a little uneasily, but he
kept holding me by the wrist. "I don't want to," I stated, fixing my gaze on
his right shoulder. A few seconds passed before he spoke again. "I see...
you're still in love with him," she said, affirming it more than asking it. I
jerked free and took a step back. "That's none of your business, do you hear
me?" Luca raised his hands and laughed.
"Noah, I was just going to ask you to go for a run, okay. It's not a big deal...
God, they told me you had character, but..." My look seemed to warn him
that he shouldn't go out there. When the sun goes down and it's not so hot.
This is how we escape from the madness that will be tomorrow, with all the
guests yet to arrive. Come on, I'm just looking for excuses to sneak out of
that house, nothing more, so change your face, you can stay in love with
whoever you want, I couldn't care less. Her response made him consider her
request. It was Luca we were talking about, he was a hooligan, he didn't
care about my personal life, he just opened his mouth and blurted out the
first thing that came to his mind. Running... that he could do... It was dull,
dull and impersonal; besides, who invited someone to run with any
intention other than to have company? I would be sweaty and horrible, so
there would be no danger... right? mine. Luca frowned slightly, released my
wrist and nodded, forcing a small smile on his thick lips. "Just run." I
sighed internally and sat back down to wait for him to finish eating. We
spent the next half hour talking about the wedding and about unimportant
things, but despite that I couldn't help but feel that I had revealed myself to
him, he had revealed the insecurity that he had been working on for months
and he didn't make me an iota. of grace. The wedding was only a day and a
half away and Luca was glued to me like a barnacle. We had gone for a run
as he had asked me to and, to my surprise, I had realized that it didn't bother
me: he would put on his helmets, I would put on mine and we would run
side by side until we reached the port and then come back. running on the
beach. I have to admit that it was our most subtle way of escaping from the
house, so many guests had been arriving that there were hardly any free
rooms left. Jenna's parents had arrived the night before and I finally felt a
little more free to leave her alone. Her mother was a born hostess and they
seemed happy to receive so many friends and family to celebrate the
wedding of her eldest daughter. At that moment, I was almost at the limit of
my strength, Luca had insisted on going further this time, and my legs were
already resisting, threatening to make me walk back. -Come now! The
smart guy yelled at me as he ran back so he could look at me and tease me
at the same time. I combed it and tried to ignore it, but I had to stop to drink
water and catch my breath. After a few hours it would get dark and we had
to be showered and dressed to dine with the rest of the guests. Jenna's father
had hired a caterer for those days; it was a non-stop celebration, with a tent
set up outside and food available at all hours. The Tavish house had been
converted into a five-star hotel, and everyone seemed delighted. "Don't be
soft on me!" I exhaled slowly and splashed water over my head. The pink
top I was wearing got soaked, but I got rid of some of the sweat that was
trickling down my stomach and breasts. I wiped my face with my hands and
decided I would walk back, I had already pushed my body too hard for one
afternoon. "Go on, you jerk!" Luca shook his head, stopped, and backed
toward where he had stopped me. "I thought your stamina was improving,
princess. You have disappointed me. "Come on, shut up. Together we
started walking down the pavement toward Jenna's house. We were going
up a huge slope, and in the distance the sun was setting rapidly, dyeing the
sky in amazing colors. "It's not long until the big day." Are you nervous?
Luca asked me while he did the same thing I had done a few seconds before
and poured what was left of the water into the bottle over his head. He
shook himself and drops of water mixed with sweat splashed on her body
and face. I nudged him with my arm and he grinned like an idiot.
"I'm not the one who gets married, Luca," I answered with feigned
dissimulation. The little that we had spoken during those two days had
made it quite clear that a certain topic was untouchable, although
considering that there was almost nothing left for the wedding, I understood
his curiosity. "You are the godmother... your role is important," he stated,
looking ahead. I didn't answer, but the nervousness that he had been
suppressing these days resurfaced dizzyingly, making my stomach turn
over. She hadn't wanted to ask Jenna when she would be arriving; What's
more, she wasn't even sure that she was going to show up before the very
day... What am I saying, the very moment our friends were supposed to get
married. For me, even better this way; she trembled simply at the thought of
having to see him again. Just then a car passed us and it went so fast that
Luca pushed me aside. -Cocoon! she yelled, but the black Lexus was
already a dark speck at the end of the road. I felt a strange feeling in my
stomach and I rushed to get home.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 5 guys...
CHAPTER 5:NICK

CHAPTER 5
NICK
It was six in the evening and I was still in New York. The secretary who
was in charge of organizing my agenda had made a mistake and had set me
up with a meeting with two pompous assholes who had only wasted my
time. I had had to spend two hours answering ridiculous questions and
when I finally ended the meeting I locked myself in the office. I looked at
my wristwatch and knew that I was going to arrive later than I had initially
planned. Leaving just after rush hour for the Hamptons was crazy, but I
couldn't delay my arrival any longer. Steve was waiting for me outside
when I finally broke free. "Nicholas," he said, bowing his head and taking
the small suitcase I handed him. "How's the traffic, Steve?" I asked as my
phone vibrated. I ignored him for a few moments and got into the car, in the
passenger seat. At that moment I needed to close my eyes for a few minutes
and calm down the swirl of thoughts that were going through my mind. "As
always," Steve replied, getting behind the wheel and heading out to the east
side of town. We had more than two hours of travel left, that is if there was
not too much traffic. Steve had become my right hand, he was in charge of
taking me to the places on time, of my security, and of helping me with
whatever I needed. He had been working for the family since I was barely
seven years old, so he was one of the few men who knew me and knew
when to talk to me or when to be silent. He, better than anyone, was aware
of what I had to face in the coming days and for that reason I appreciated
that he put on relaxing music, not too slow and not too upbeat, with the
ideal rhythm to allow me to start convincing myself that I wasn't thinking
losing the papers at that wedding; no, I was going to have to control, not
just my temper, but anything that threatened to topple the ivory tower I now
stood in, high and far... far from everyone, especially her. An hour and a
half later we stopped to refuel at a gas station lost in the middle of the road.
After I had allowed myself to sleep for a while, I began to feel more and
more restless and insisted on moving to get behind the wheel, which Steve
didn't seem to mind; besides, he suddenly needed him to talk to me about
anything. Driving a little faster than the signs indicated, we started talking
about the Knicks vs. Lakers game and just like that, before we knew it, we
were already entering the Hamptons. Different emotions invaded me when
we entered that part of the state of New York that brought back so many
memories. My father and mother had bought a house by the beach; well,
actually it had been a wedding gift. It was a small house, nothing to do with
the mansions that were around there and I could remember those occasions
when the three of us had spent the summer together. There had been few, it
must be said, but if my memories were not deceiving me, I think that the
house had been one of the few places where we had been a family. My
father had taught me to surf on the beaches of Mountack, and I tried my
best to make him proud of me. With those thoughts in mind and a few more
bitter ones, I headed for the road that led to Jenna's parents' house. After my
mother took off, my father would bring me to the Hamptons for a week
every summer and we would spend it with the Tavishes. That was when we
had our first kiss... God, how nervous I had been and how calm Jenna had
been. To her it had only been a simple experiment; I, on the other hand,
almost ran away. It had been under one of the big trees in the back garden.
We were playing tag with her and when I found her, he grabbed me by her
shirt and forced me to hide with her behind a huge log. "You have to give it
to me now, Nick; if not, it will be too late. At the time I didn't understand
what the hell she was referring to, but years later I found out that on that
tree, right under those leaves, Jenna's father had proposed to her mother.
Jenna found out that same day, and the dreamy and romantic girl she was
determined to hide decided to go for a walk. According to her, that kiss was
disgusting... but for me it was the beginning and I haven't stopped since.
With those thoughts in mind I stepped on the accelerator. He was so
absorbed that it took me a few seconds too long to put my foot on the brake
when I saw a couple who seemed to be taking a walk in the middle of the
road. They were dressed in tracksuits, and as the car flew past them, turning
them into a blur by my window, I felt an uncomfortable pressure in the pit
of my stomach. I looked in the rearview mirror and that pressure turned into
a chill.
(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 6 guys...
CHAPTER 6:NOAH

CHAPTER 6
NOAH
I got out of the shower leaving a huge cloud of steam behind me. I had
been in the bathroom longer than recommended, but it was either that or let
all my muscles stay as taut as violin strings. I leaned out of the window
wrapped in a towel and saw that the back garden was bursting with people.
They were all dressed in white, an idea that Jenna's father had come up with
and that he had been rolling around the house, so that dinner had become an
Ibizan party in honor of the bride and groom. When we'd arrived at the
house, sweaty and smelly, I'd found Lion and Jenna in a bear hug by the
porch steps. Apparently he had just arrived and Jenna already seemed
whole. Despite my breakup with Nicholas, Lion had never commented on
what had happened; What's more, he flatly refused to take part in anything
that had to do with our breakup. There was a moment, right after our split,
that I took to badgering poor Lion into giving me Nick's new number. There
was no way, and Jenna added to her even-handed attitude because neither of
us ever talked about Nick in front of me again, unless it was to give me
support when I needed it most. So yes, the moments he had spent with Lion
had been reduced to those encounters in which he was inevitably with
Jenna. I moved away from the window and began to get ready in a hurry. I
didn't have any white dresses apart from the one I wore to the beach, so I
put on an Ibizan skirt that hit a little above my knees and a tight tank top of
the same color. I towel-dried a bit so my hair wouldn't be dripping wet,
knowing that the ocean breeze would dry it in a matter of minutes. As I
went downstairs, clearly intending to go to the back garden where everyone
was, the sound of the doorbell made me stop by the balustrade. Jenna was
out with her friends and family and the house seemed deserted apart from
the waiters coming and going from the kitchen bringing seafood to the
outside diners. I approached the door, and repeating the same action I had
been doing since the guests had begun to arrive, I opened it and forced my
lips into a welcoming smile. My smile froze when Steve returned my gaze.
He seemed as surprised as I was, though a second later he greeted me
warmly. I felt a knot in my stomach seeing him standing there, holding both
suitcases in his hands. Heart pounding, I saw a man in a suit get out of a
black Lexus a little further up the street, sunglasses on, a phone against his
left ear. Nick took off his sunglasses, while he said something curtly to
whoever he was on the other end of the line. As he did, his eyes met mine
and I was afraid I'd faint right there. He was so different... he had cut his
hair and it was no longer disheveled and long, just as he remembered it, just
as he got up in the morning; now he kept it short and neatly combed, giving
him a serious, even intimidating look. The suit he was wearing, on the other
hand, only accentuated that new image of an entrepreneur. He had his jacket
hanging from one arm, the top two buttons of his shirt undone and the
sleeves of the shirt rolled up above the elbows, revealing his forearms
tanned and much more muscled since I'd last seen him. I did all this scrutiny
in just a few seconds, a few mere seconds, because his eyes locked so
fiercely on mine that I had to look down to the ground to recover from the
shock of seeing him again.
When I looked up again he was no longer looking at me; he said goodbye to
that person and put the phone in his pocket while he approached the door
where I was. I held my breath not knowing what to do or say and when he
stood in front of me, for those two ephemeral seconds that he took to
surround my body without even hesitating to enter the door without looking
back, I felt as if I were dying again, I felt as if I would have spent months,
years, walking through a desert and suddenly a source of water appeared
right in front of me... only to realize a second later that it was a simple
mirage playing with the little sanity that I still had. Thank God Jenna
showed up to rescue me. It was only when I heard Nicholas and Steve
disappear up the hall that I was able to go back inside the house. I hurried
out into the garden with the other guests, I wanted to get lost among the
people, I wanted to disappear from there and be swallowed up by the earth.
Now I realized what a huge mistake I had made in going there; I know,
Jenna was my best friend, but that was too hard, months, months had
passed, and a simple look from her had managed to turn my whole world
upside down. About ten minutes later I saw him go down the stairs chatting
amicably with the bride and groom. Nick was the only one who had decided
to skip the white-wearing bullshit. He was dressed the same way he had
arrived, with his dark suit pants and his light blue shirt rolled up, but
without a tie. I felt a stab of pain in the center of my body at how incredibly
attractive he looked from a distance. It didn't take long for him to blend in
with the crowd; Many came up to greet him and he entered into
conversation with everyone in a distant way, but with that characteristic
elegance of his. I saw Luca talking to Nick and Lion and I knew then that
she was alone: that wasn't my place, those weren't my friends... only Jenna
wanted me there, she was sure. I was so sad that it took all my self-control
to keep from crying. I made the decision that since there was nothing I
could do-or, rather, undo-I was going to bite the bullet and swallow
everything I still felt for him. Maybe time had healed his wounds, maybe
time had made him stop hating me, maybe we could handle this like adults,
treat each other with cordiality and respect, and someday even try to be
friends. I know, it sounded ridiculous, but it was either that or jump off a
balcony, and the second option, as appetizing as it was, was obviously not
going to do me any good. So I started talking to people and forced myself to
relax. If I stayed away from him, nothing bad would have to happen, nor
would I have to subject my heart to unbearable torture. Jenna's parents
introduced me to a family friend, an associate of Greg's who very kindly
started a conversation with me about my studies and what I wanted to do in
the future. It was obvious that he was someone important, so when he
handed me his card I appreciated the detail. I was beyond lost regarding my
future, so the more options the better. What she didn't suspect was that
Lincoln Baxwell was a friend of Nicholas Leister's. We were talking
amicably when Mr. Baxwell waved his hand to someone behind me.
Turning, Nicholas appeared in front of me. They shook hands and when
Baxwell came on to make the introductions I saw something tremble in
Nick's neck: he was as tense as he'd ever seen it before, so tense that I had
to do the talking. "We already know each other, Mr. Baxwell," I said, hating
myself for that tremor in my voice that revealed in half a second how
insecure and uncomfortable he was.
Baxwell smiled and looked at us alternately. Nicholas held my gaze with his
for a few moments and it hurt me to see the coldness with which he blurted
out: "Do we really know each other?" he asked without taking his eyes off
my face. I felt a chill run down my entire spine when I heard again that
deep voice that I still kept hearing in my dreams, that voice that had told me
"I love you" so many times, that had whispered sweet things in my ear so
many times. His gaze had me so mesmerized that I could barely open my
mouth. "You remind me of someone I thought I knew a long time ago..." he
then commented coldly and impersonally. He inclined his head to his friend,
turned, and walked away to mingle with the crowd again. The noise that
followed was my heart hitting the ground. The next morning I woke up at
dawn. I had barely slept a wink, it was impossible... The day I screwed up,
that damn day I did something that I still don't understand how I was able to
do, it replayed itself in my head. "There is no turning back." "I can't even
look at your face..." "We're done." I remembered Nicholas's expression
when he realized what he had done with Michael, I couldn't even think of
his name without feeling guilty. I got out of bed and got dressed quickly, I
wanted to see if I could get out of the house before anyone got up and saw
me go; I wasn't even thinking of letting Luca know that I was going to cum,
I needed to be alone to think and clarify myself, but above all I needed to be
alone to realize that I was going to have to see Nicholas for the next few
days and not only that: I was going to have to walk with him to the altar.
Running made me feel great and, for the rest, the rest of the morning luckily
flew by because we had to do a thousand things, the guests were still at ease
and outside they were already setting up that night's rehearsal dinner. The
damn rehearsal dinner. Having skipped lunch and not seeing Nicholas or
Steve since the night before, I was now waiting with Jenna's parents for
Jenna to come downstairs with Lion so I could go to the vineyard where the
wedding ceremony would take place. wedding. Those of us who
participated in the ceremony had to rehearse our entrance and if we didn't
go out the night would fall on us. Just as Jenna and Lion were walking
down the stairs the front door opened and a neatly dressed Nicholas in jeans
and a loose white shirt made his appearance. I didn't know what he had
been doing all morning and part of the afternoon, but it was very clear that
his main objective had been to avoid me. "Nick, you're finally here, I was
beginning to wonder where you were," Jenna's mother told him,
approaching him and kissing him on the cheek. Nick barely managed a
smile to return that gesture and, tense as he was, he began to turn the car
key between his fingers. Jenna exchanged a strange look with him and I felt
nauseous again. Damn, this was turning out to be hell. As we went outside,
we realized that there were too many of us to go in one car. There were
Jenna's parents, Lion's mother-a woman with a frank smile that I really
liked and had given me her special recipe for apple pie-Lion, Jenna, and
Jenna's cousin, who couldn't have been any older. five years old and was the
one who would wear the rings. And Nick, of course. There were eight of
them, and I could only pray that they wouldn't put me in the car with Nick,
but to no avail: Jenna's parents and Lion's mother made a beeline for the
Mercedes that was parked next to the other cars there. I noticed Jenna, who,
hand in hand with her little cousin, approached me with a circumstantial
face.
"Jenna, don't even think about it," I said starting to get pissed off. Nicholas
had made it pretty clear that he didn't want to be anywhere near me, so I
wasn't going to get in a car with him, no, no way. My friend looked at me
with guilt reflected on her face. "Nick's the only one with a pushchair...you
know...because of Maddie, and I have to go with my parents..." Nicholas
interrupted her, walking over to her at that moment. Ignoring me, she
picked up little Jeremy in her arms and flew him over his head, then caught
him tight. "Ready to be my co-pilot, little boy" Jeremy chuckled in
amusement. Nick put it on his hip and went to his car. Jenna returned my
gaze biting her lip. I shook my head and walked past her to the driver's door
of the Lexus. He had no idea what had happened to her 4x4, but he wasn't
going to ask. I settled into the front seat while Nick sat the boy behind us
and played him a game on his phone. I tried to ignore how nervous I was
feeling to finally be alone with him. His comment at the party had hit me
like a leg and I was both curious and afraid to see how the next half hour
would go. When she sat in his place, she began to manipulate some controls
of the car and fixed the rearview mirror. Immediately afterwards we went
out onto the road. Soon the scent of his shaving lotion and his cologne filled
the car completely and the attraction he had always felt in his presence was
apparent once more. God, I had that man sitting next to me, the same man I
had missed more than anyone in the world... I was dying to touch him, to
kiss him, I needed his touch more than air to breathe. I felt my whole body
warm up, the simple movement of his hand on the gear lever made me
nervous... His arms, his hand absently resting on the steering wheel and the
other on that lever... Damn, why? it was so terribly attractive to see a man
driving. I couldn't stand it and I rolled down the window to let the air in and
wash away the trace of his fragrance, but as soon as I rolled it down, he
worked the controls and rolled it up again. I turned to look at him. "I'm
hot," I said, speaking directly to him for the first time in almost a year. I
pushed the button again to roll the window down again and instantly
realized that I had already locked it. Without saying a word, he turned on
the air conditioning, and the powerful cold air hit me full in the face. Okay,
that would bring my body temperature down, but the smell of him was still
permeating every part of that car and I felt like I was getting dizzy. I
squirmed restlessly on the leather seat, watching out of the corner of my eye
as his gaze drifted away from the road to linger on my bare legs for a few
seconds. I hadn't been overly mindful when it came to dressing, but the
shorts I was wearing left my legs bare and I didn't miss the way he gripped
the steering wheel tightly a second after fixing his eyes forward. The sound
of Jeremy's game accompanied us all the way and I knew that this was a
unique opportunity to talk to him without fear that he would leave me
stranded in the middle of the road. With the boy behind her, she was going
to have to control his temper... and his words. "Nicholas, I wanted to tell
you..." "I'm not interested," he interrupted me as he turned at an intersection
that led us to a huge lake. I took a deep breath with the clear intention of
talking to him. "You can't keep ignoring me. -I do not do it. I looked at him
unable to ignore the harsh tone with which he spoke to me. We hadn't done
it for almost a year, I needed him to tell me something, I needed to talk to
him. "You can't keep hating me the way you do. A bitter laugh escaped
from between his lips.
-If I hated you, it would mean that I still feel something for you, Noah, so
don't worry about it, it's not hate that I feel, but indifference. I looked at her
profile trying to see any sign that what she was saying was a lie... I didn't
detect any. "You say that because you want to hurt me." -If I wanted to hurt
you, I would have fucked someone else with you... Wait, that was you. That
was a low blow, but I also couldn't deny that I didn't deserve it. "If we want
to survive the next few days we should establish some kind of truce...I
won't be able to go through with this if we can't even be in the same room
together. I didn't know how to decipher what was going through his head, I
had never been able to do it, it was something complicated that I had only
achieved at specific moments, moments when we shared intimacy, that
intimacy that I had only come to share with him. "And what do you
propose, Noah," he said, turning to me, letting me see the anger in his eyes.
Shall we act like it's nothing? He I take your hand and pretend that I love
you? I was silent in response. «I pretend that I love you...» his words made
my already hurt heart bleed a little more. There was a sudden silence behind
us, and I turned to look at Jeremy to see the boy watching us with wide
eyes. "How far to go?" he asked, half pouting. "Shit! No, please don't let
him cry now. "Little, Jeremy, do you want me to put on some music,"
Nicholas offered as he held out his hand and a rap song began to blare at
full volume. The boy smiled amusedly and I looked back at him: it was
clear who he was trying to silence with that.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 7 guys...
CHAPTER 7:NICK

CHAPTER 7
NICK
Noah had always been a drug to me, a bloody drug that drugged me with
his mere presence. All of her was calling me closer, all of her was turning
me into a fucking junkie, someone weak. It had cost me so much to separate
from her, it had hurt me so much knowing that I was not going to touch her
again, that I was not going to kiss her or take care of her again, that she was
not going to be the woman of my life... From pain I went to hate in a way
that even scared me; because I had opened up to her, given my heart and
soul and done exactly what I feared most, she had deceived me; so many
times thinking about all the things that could go wrong and it never crossed
my mind that Noah could let another guy touch her if he wanted to. He
couldn't even think about the fucking psychologist. It was thinking of his
name and all of me went into a whirlwind of rage and uncontrollable
madness. That guy had touched my girlfriend, he had undressed her... I
think it was those images, that indelible reality, that had completely broken
me. Never in all my life had I felt so bad, so sunk in misery... Such was the
wall that formed around me, that another new person appeared in my place.
There was no longer room for anything but the basic feelings of a soulless
man. What little capacity I still had for love was directed at my little sister,
and that was the end of it. I had made sure so thoroughly that I would never
have to see Noah again that this whole situation annoyed me. I was so
furious with her...so pissed off...because just looking at her had made me
feel something again, had felt my heart race again and my breath hitch. She
hated that sensation, she hated any sensation, I didn't feel anymore, I had
gotten used to not feeling and now that she came and tortured me again
made me want to drag her with me to my own hell. There she was, as
fucking irresistible as always, so fucking tempting... and on top of that she
seemed to shrink in my presence, she looked at me without that brightness
or superiority that always accompanied each of her words before. The Noah
in front of her had also changed, it wasn't the same as hers, and she hated to
feel sorry, she hated to see what had happened to us and she hated to blame
her. When I stopped the car, he got out instantly. She unbuckled the harness
on Jeremy's chair, pulled it out, and then headed for the vineyard without
waiting for me. She was wearing shorts and a simple yellow blouse and had
already managed to disrupt and penetrate all my defenses. In the car, the
smell of her fragrance, that smell so characteristic of her, that smell that I
sometimes still dreamed of at night and that made me wake up with a huge
erection and the desire to kill someone... that fucking The smell was now in
every corner of my car and, worst of all, most irritating, is that a part of me
had enjoyed like an alcoholic taking a shot of brandy after years of
abstinence; I hadn't even opened the windows, I hadn't even been able to
avoid the succession of images that had gone through my head about the
things I would do to satisfy that need I had and would always have for her. I
looked up at where my best friends were getting married and couldn't
believe it was going to happen. I found out that Lion had proposed to Jenna
a month after Noah and I broke up. My friend had kept the secret almost
professionally, and a part of me was grateful. I was happy for them, but on
the other hand, it had been like pouring alcohol on my wounds. Corey
Creek Vineyard was a beautiful place to get married, she had gone there
many times to walk through the vineyards and buy good merlot. Jenna and
her father had taken me with them, and I remembered riding horses through
the fields and watching weddings taking place in the distance. One of the
owners was a friend of my father and Greg's, so we'd had certain liberties.
Jenna didn't take long to tell us where we should go, first passing through a
beautiful reception area, with high wooden beams and rugs made of animal
skins that had surely been hunted by the owner himself. There were oil
lamps and tall crystal chandeliers that hung over our heads in a somewhat
intimidating way. Jenna had attached herself to an Asian woman who
seemed stressed; a few minutes later she was introduced to me as Amy, the
wedding planner. When we went out to the back, where the vineyards were,
I was certain that the wedding was going to be magnificent, like the ones I
had seen in the distance, or even better. They had placed the altar of flowers
just facing the immense vineyards that stretched almost endlessly under the
hot July sun. The benches and flowers weren't quite in place yet, but I was
able to get an idea of how everything would look when it was finished.
"The groomsmen," Amy asked, looking between us. Noah stepped forward,
gave me a sidelong glance, paying attention to the organizer's words. A
minute later he took my arm and indicated where we should stand. The
woman made a line of couples. The first to enter was Lion and his mother;
then Jenna's mom would do it hand in hand with Jeremy, who seemed to
want to do everything but pay attention to Amy; then us and, finally, Jenna
with her father. I moved to stand next to Noah and tried my best to hide my
bad mood. When Amy stepped in front of us, clearly aware that we were
the only ones barely brushing against each other, she frowned and scowled
at us. "What the hell are you doing?" No fucking idea, babe, no fucking
idea. I felt Noah's eyes on my face and I had to count to ten to keep from
running off and fucking it all up.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 8 guys...
CHAPTER 8:NOAH

CHAPTER 8
NOAH
It was as if I had leprosy, that was how Nicholas treated me. When Amy
stared at us like we were idiots I swear I nearly died of embarrassment.
"Noah, take her arm, come on," she said with a brisk wave of her hand. I
turned my face towards him, afraid of what her reaction might be; he
simply looked ahead and moving her arm motioned for me to do as they
asked. I felt his hard arm under mine and an electric current seemed to run
through us both. I looked up and saw how he closed his eyes for the
slightest moment. After that we couldn't stop long to analyze our feelings
because Amy made us go back and forth about ten times, she demanded
that we walk in formation, everyone starting on the right foot, not too slow
and not too fast... The one who cares the most The hardest thing to catch
was little Jeremy who, when we repeated the parade for the third time,
decided that doing that was boring him and that he wanted to go play. I was
having a really bad time, Nicholas wasn't even looking at me; what's more,
he pretended he didn't even exist, which tensed me up to such an extent that
he even had numb arms. The rest, on the other hand, laughed and talked and
played dumb when Amy wasn't looking. Finally it got dark and we couldn't
continue rehearsing. Amy wasn't too convinced, but at least it was pretty
clear to Jenna and Lion what the plan was and what they had to do at all
times. Jeremy had fallen into Morpheus's arms a while ago, so he was sound
asleep in the passenger seat. behind the car, so Nicholas and I were
practically alone. Silence at first, as she didn't even bother to turn on the
radio. The road was straight and the sky was as black as my thoughts. Being
there together, in such a small space and with so many feelings on the
surface, I felt like I was drowning, I couldn't bear his indifference, I needed
him to know what I was still feeling, I didn't care that he couldn't see me
anymore, I didn't care that his love for me would have turned into
something so ugly; I needed to do something. "Nick..." I said looking
ahead. I knew he had heard me, though my voice had been the faintest
whisper. -I'm in love with you. "Shut up, Noah," she ordered, letting the air
out between her teeth. I turned with my heart in a fist. He continued to stare
straight ahead, his jaw so tense it made me fear what he might blurt out
next, but I didn't let myself be deterred, I needed to tell him. "I'm still in
love with you, Nicholas..." "I said shut up," he hissed, turning to me and
glaring at me with all the anger in his glare. Do you think that I care what
you feel for me? He continued totally beside himself. Your words are
worthless, so you can save them. We're going to have the shitty ceremony
tomorrow and then we won't have to see each other again. She had been an
idiot. What did he think was going to happen? What was he going to tell me
he felt the same way? I felt a tear roll down my cheek and I quickly wiped it
away, but another and another followed almost immediately. He didn't love
me anymore, Nicholas didn't love me anymore; What's more, he wanted me
to get out of his life completely, it didn't matter all the things we'd been
through, it didn't matter how many times he had sworn to love me above all
else, he had just made it very clear to me that ours was over forever. I know,
we had been apart for ten months, but in those months we hadn't seen each
other, we hadn't spoken and a part of me refused to believe that our affair
was over, a part of me had wanted to see him again to discover that he was
still as in love with me as I am with him.
And how wrong I was... During the rehearsal dinner I didn't talk to anyone.
I sat next to Luca and he was in charge of speaking for both of us. As soon
as I had the opportunity, I escaped to my room and finally I cried on the
pillows, I cried until I fell asleep with my mind playing a trick on me,
because I couldn't help but remember every moment, every caress, every
word said and also every mistake made. His distance hurt me so much that I
felt as if my heart were bleeding, as if each tear that fell on the pillow was a
drop of blood directly from my heart. The next morning I was exhausted
and the worst of all was that this was the day of the wedding, the day my
smile had to be splendid, on which I had to put on my best face, I had to be
the best godmother in history. and, furthermore, it had to last and last until
night, something that, given the exhaustion I felt, seemed to me an almost
impossible feat. I washed my face with cold water and looked at myself in
the mirror. In doing so, I realized how much had changed in all those
months. My look, yes, my look was different, it was a lifeless look, a sad
look. I wanted with all my strength to believe that I could get out of that,
my psychologist had talked to me for hours, she had said countless times
that what happened with Nicholas did not have to mark my future, that
there were thousands of men in the world, that it was young and pretty and
anyone would fall in love with me, but just thinking about getting close to
someone, just thinking about it made me shudder from head to toe. I just
had to remember how things had ended the last time I was with another
man, you only had to look at me now to know how dangerous it was to be
involved with a guy other than Nicholas. I stared at the mirror and forced
myself to compose myself. I couldn't go on like this, there was only one day
left, one day and I wouldn't see him again... When I felt that prick through
my chest again, I glared at myself and forced myself to calm down. It's
over, Noah, forget about him, forget about him and do it now...do it now or
you'll never get over it. That little voice inside me haunted me all morning.
Luckily Nicholas was with Lion in the vineyard, as they would be getting
dressed there. I was with Jenna at home, we would be the last to leave, not
even her parents would go with us in the car. When Jenna was done, so
stunning it took my breath away, I couldn't stop a tear from rolling down
my face, thankful that the makeup artists who had done us that morning had
applied products that were resistant to water and any known agent capable
of spoil the makeup. The red dress that had been made to measure fit me
like a glove. It was that color because the entire room was going to be filled
with red roses, just like the flowers that Jenna was holding in her hands. It
was beautiful, silk and lace, floor length and open at one side, exposing my
long leg. In front it had a V-neckline and, from there, the upper part of my
breasts and my arms were covered by a fine lace identical to the one Jenna
wore in her white dress. Her dress was beautiful and it goes without saying
that she has how incredible she suited her with her dark complexion and her
perfect figure. Lion was going to hallucinate, she was sure and I told her so.
Jenna looked at me excited, she had tried with all my might not to make her
realize how much she was suffering those days. She had dedicated all my
efforts to take care of her, to support her and to make her feel calm. We had
laughed, we had drunk champagne and I had listened carefully to each of
her concerns trying to help her in the best way possible. Amy then walked
into Jenna's room and signaled to us that it was time to go. Even I was
terribly nervous, but I tried not to show it. Hundreds of people were going
to attend that wedding, among them very important people. Thinking about
it, I realized that if this had been my wedding I would not have been able to
bear having so many people watching me walk down the aisle; I had never
stopped much to think about what I would have liked to do the day I got
married, but all that madness was clearly not. The white limousine was
waiting for us at the gate, and I helped Jenna down the steps so she wouldn't
trip. When we were well installed in the back of the vehicle, surrounded by
tulle and lace, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Who knew we would be here after seeing the slap you gave Lion that
night," I commented helplessly. Jenna joined in my laughter and she was so
gorgeous I couldn't help but take a mental snapshot of that moment. That
image, that image of the two of us laughing out loud, in a limousine, a little
tipsy from the champagne and completely hysterical from nerves would
never be forgotten. My friend, right then, was the spitting image of
someone madly in love and happy. When we arrived at the vineyard, the
organizer told us where we had to go to leave directly at the point where
they had installed the altar and where the guests were waiting. From where
we were we could hear the murmur of the people, nervous, sure, just like
us; when we saw Jenn's father approaching, even I could breathe a little
easier. The presence of a responsible adult, no matter how much we
adolescents insisted on denying ourselves, was always reassuring at times
like this. Mr. Tavish's smile lit up the room and he looked at his daughter in
such a special way that I felt it hurt. the heart. Jenna gave her father a kiss
on the cheek and clinging to her arm, they followed the organizer towards
the doors through which they would exit majestically. Of course, Nicholas
and I had to go out first. I started looking for him with my eyes, but he was
not in that room; I went to peek out the door and almost crashed into his
chest. I raised my gaze and met his. Despite the pain I felt every time I saw
him, this time the pain was accompanied by resentment, resentment and
anger for what he had told me the night before. I clung to that grudge to
make it through the evening, or so I set out to do. He looked at me fixedly
and fleetingly for a few moments, going through my figure. He looked very
surprised when he met my eyes and looked at me with a frown. "We're out
in two minutes," I said and turned to head for the door. I felt it behind me;
What's more, I felt his eyes fixed on my back and on my neck. He wore his
hair in a high ponytail with a few curly strands falling down to the middle
of my back. Knowing his tastes and even knowing that he hated me with all
his might, I knew that the lace of that dress would be driving him crazy. No
matter how many things happened between the two of us, we were never
going to stop desiring each other; Just taking a look at his blue suit, his gray
tie, his white shirt and his incredible body and presence had wreaked havoc
on my nerves...God! Why did he have to be so damn hot? Couldn't he have
lost seventy pounds like I had? Couldn't he have lost his damned air of
superiority, couldn't he have puffy-eyed crying like me, instead of those
incredible light blue eyes that only seemed to be made to make any damn
girl tremble When I got to the living room I saw the organizer helping Jenna
with the dress and her assistant giving orders to those of us who had to
leave in a few minutes.
The music began to play on the other side of the door and then I felt a large
hand placed on the small of my back, too low I would say. Before I could
say anything, Amy motioned for us to go first, and Nicholas gently pushed
me until we were both in front of the closed door. I took a deep breath
trying to calm down. "Take my arm, Noah," Nicholas asked me, and I swear
to God his voice, just whispering my name, gave me chills. It had been so
long since I'd heard him say it... I did what I had to and wrapped my arm
around his, allowing me to feel his muscles tense. Together we waited for
the wedding music to start. When he did, we walked down the aisle in what
was to be our last performance as a couple. The ceremony was beautiful,
Lion almost cried when he saw Jenna and I couldn't help but cry too. Damn,
why did she have to be such a maudlin My friends read the vows, said "I
do" to each other, and with a few simple words they were bonded for life.
When they leaned in for an incredible kiss that made more than one guest
blush I couldn't help but look at Nicholas and to my surprise he was doing
the same. We held our gazes and immersed ourselves in those magical
moments in which everything around you seems to disappear and only the
person in front of you matters. Was tonight going to be the last night we'd
see each other? I finally looked away, because the intensity with which his
eyes locked on mine had made my legs shake. We had to go out behind the
couple and, that time, when I linked my arm with his, I was also afraid that
this would be my last physical contact with him, a simple contact where we
didn't even really touch each other, but that journey was going to be the last
thing he was going to do in his company. It hurt so much that when we
walked through the gates I almost immediately let go and headed the other
way. I needed to calm down, yes, and fast.
(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 9 guys...
CHAPTER 9:NICK

CHAPTER 9
NICK
I watched her leave with a knot in my stomach. I hadn't been able to take
my eyes off her the entire ceremony, hadn't even realized they'd said "I do"
to each other until the applause snapped me out of my reverie. Fuck... why
did she have to be so unbelievably beautiful, why did she have to drive me
crazy in such an unbearable way. Her hands had itched with the urge to
touch her, and knowing that she couldn't, wouldn't, had put me in a terrible
mood. Seeing her stop in front of the room where everyone was getting
ready to go out, with that dress that hugged her figure in a spectacular way
with the damn lace marking each of her curves, my hand had almost acted
on its own and when I touched her, laying it on the small of his back had
made me feel alive again after ten bloody months. I couldn't wait for all that
paripé that we were both carrying out to end, I needed to leave, return to my
life, where everything was under control. Noah had always turned my world
upside down, turning it upside down and making me a man totally at his
mercy. And that would not happen again. When he turned away from me
when we got to the living room, I was internally grateful. She couldn't stand
having her near her. The party was not long in beginning. On the other side
of the vineyard they had set up an impressive white tent, with tables dressed
in white and thousands of red roses everywhere. It was clear which Jenna's
favorite flower was and seeing her and Lion talking to the guests couldn't
help but feel a pang of envy. Many couples joined them in the main room as
the waiters moved among the guests to offer us canapés and cold glasses of
pink champagne. Soon we would go to the dinner room and I, like an idiot,
could only look for Noah. He was nowhere to be found. Fuck, she's none of
your business anymore, forget her. Paying attention to my inner voice, I ran
into a dark-haired girl with big green eyes who soon began to take out all
her weapons to try to seduce me. I barely paid attention to her and when she
said that we already knew each other I had to focus my gaze on her so as
not to be rude. "I'm sorry... I don't remember," I said without making much
of an effort to recognize her either. The girl moved closer to me, invading
my personal space and impregnating me with her expensive perfume and
too strong for my taste. "Come on now, don't play dumb...it was one of the
best nights of my life," she said and I cursed inwardly, remembering that
she'd thrown me off about a month ago. I had no idea what her name was
and I was about to say goodbye to her without caring to be rude when I
finally saw her, on the other side of the room, hanging from Luca's arm and
smiling as only she knew how to. Jealousy, so dormant for a long time,
awoke with the force of a hungry lion and I had to exhale slowly so as not
to lose control of myself. This wasn't the first time this had happened to me
since I'd come to the Hamptons; What's more, when I realized that it had
been Noah the girl who had been working out with that guy on the road, I
went into such a fit of madness that I spent two hours punching a punching
bag in the spa at the Hilton before to feel ready to go to the Tavish house.
Steve had given me the scolding of the century, making it clear to me that
he couldn't make any show, couldn't fight anyone, that he had to be, in
short, a saint. Since he was the owner of a company he could not allow me
to cause any scandal and even less because of jealousy. For this reason he
had kept me away from everyone, only working and dealing with
economists, bankers and investors, and only occasionally bringing a woman
home, all in order to keep my problems at bay. Some problems that could
be summed up with a simple word: Noah.
"You really don't remember me," the dark-haired girl insisted, catching my
attention again. Noah was still with Luca and his hand had landed on his
back. He needed a distraction, now. "Of course I remember," I stated, taking
her arm and moving her strategically so that I could talk to her and control
Noah at the same time. Just then, as if she knew he was watching her, she
raised her head and looked at me. I smiled like the jerk that I was and
shifted my eyes to the brunette. "Do you want to dance?" I asked, glancing
back at Noah, who now seemed to focus only on Luca. He had pulled her
away from her into a corner and she was laughing in that way that I knew
was out of simple commitment. I put my hands on the girl's waist and tried
to focus on her, which was difficult with Noah hanging around. Now that he
had her closer to her, he could remember where we'd met: in one of the
downtown clubs, he'd banged me in one of the private booths, it had been
quick and cold. Annoyed, I ran my hand up the girl's back until I placed it
on the nape of her neck. "Do you want to go upstairs," the girl whispered to
me. "Above." The offer was tempting, but the problem was that I felt
absolutely nothing for her, compared to what Noah aroused in me: a simple
touch of his hand a few hours ago had given me an erection that I had
barely been able to hide, and that girl... That girl was the opposite of her,
the opposite in every way. "Not now, maybe later," I replied, stopping at the
end of the song. Right then they told us that we could stop by for dinner.
Luckily I wasn't sitting at the same table as the brunette, although they had
placed me at the newlyweds' table, with Jenna's parents, Lion's mother,
Noah, and Luca. She barely glanced my way as we all sat down and the first
course was brought out. In fact, she spent the whole dinner talking and
laughing with Luca and with the others, she acted as if she didn't know me,
as if I didn't exist. Since I had seen her on my arrival two days before,
whenever she turned to me I found her looking at me; whenever we were
together she seemed to want to approach me; What's more, she had done it,
she had done it and I almost lost her papers when she said that she was still
in love with me. "In love? What a shit!" My glass crashed loudly against the
table and almost everyone in the room stopped their conversation to watch
me. I excused myself and got up to go to the bathroom. Why was it
suddenly bothering me that Noah wasn't looking out for me? I'd hated
feeling his eyes haunting me, hated seeing the regret in his eyes, the pain he
felt...had hated feeling guilty when I hadn't had the nothing and now he was
pissed off, pissed off because he seemed to be testing me to see what the
hell I would do about it. He only knew one thing: he had better be careful.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 10 guys...
CHAPTER 10:NOAH

CHAPTER 10
NOAH
I had tried to stay away from him, with all my strength I had forced
myself not to peek at him. Luca had been a great help to me: I had found
myself away from everyone after the ceremony - I had had a moment of
breakdown, I had needed a few minutes alone to recover - and he had held
out his hand, helped me up and said something absurd that had made me
smile. Who would have thought that Lion's badass brother was going to be
so funny. He had promised me that he would not leave me alone that night,
he had laughed at me, saying that I looked like Nicholas's lapdog, looking at
him all the time with doe-eyed eyes. slaughtered lamb. I wasn't like that,
and if Luca had noticed she was sure Nicholas had, too. I wasn't going to
make him feel uncomfortable, I didn't want him to feel sorry for me, no one
really. So we had made a deal: Luca was going to be my lifeline that night,
we were going to be together because that way I could avoid any temptation
to break down, break down, or beg Nicholas to forgive me, which had
crossed my mind numerous times. times since we met again. When I saw
how he danced with that girl, how he flirted with her, it had felt as if my
heart had been seized and squeezed until it bled. And if I felt that way
because of a simple dance, I couldn't help but think about how he must have
felt when he found out that he had slept with someone else. I wasn't stupid,
it was clear that Nicholas hadn't become a monk after breaking up with me;
what's more, she was sure that the list of girls he should have slept with was
endless. Luca had seen me watching him and scolded me by pinching me
on the hip. From there I had lost sight of him, I had only focused on the
people he had right in front of him. Of course, it had been more difficult
when we were all seated at the same table. From time to time my eyes had
strayed to him, and each time I did, I received a pinch under the table. The
last one he gave me on the hip, which made me laugh at the tickling I felt. It
was then that Nicholas nearly broke his glass by slamming it down on the
table. He got up and disappeared in the direction of the restrooms. "He's
jealous," Luca declared, eyeing Nick grudgingly. Jealous? "He's not...he just
can't stand me around him," I replied depressed; then I took a sip from my
glass of champagne. Nicholas appeared next with a girl hanging from his
arm. People had begun to get up from the tables, as the music was already
playing and inviting them to dance. The couple opened the first dance and
soon after the atmosphere was completely transformed: the lights changed,
the floor was filled with people moving their skeletons and most of them
holding highly alcoholic cocktails in their hands. Luca pulled me out to
dance and I was glad I could get away from Nicholas without having to
watch him practically grope the brunette under the table. God, I was
disgusted, disgusted, and totally jealous. We started dancing as friends.
Luca was behaving, at no time had he insinuated on me or anything like
that. At one point we joined Lion and Jenna, and the four of us started
dancing together on the floor, laughing and having a great time; It was truly
the best yet. Nicholas was away from me at the time, doing God knows
what with that girl, and even though she boiled my blood, the glasses I had
drunk helped make everything more bearable.
What happened next... I have to admit it was my fault. At one point I turned
around on the dance floor and I saw him... I saw him kissing the neck of the
girl who was sitting on his lap, and that wasn't the worst: he looked at me as
he did so, his lips on the brunette's neck. and his eyes locked on mine. She
smiled and suddenly I stopped dancing. And what I did... Damn, was I ever
going to learn? Luca came up to me aware of where my eyes were, went to
say something to me, put it against my ear so I could hear it over the
thunderous sound of the music... and then the old Noah took over my being,
everything I had learned during those months, all the sessions at the
psychologist, all my regrets went to waste because I grabbed Luca by the
neck, pulled him down and I pressed my lips against his. The weirdest thing
was that he didn't push me away at all; What's more, I felt his tongue enter
my mouth and his hand on my back, pulling me towards him. What was he
doing? I didn't have much time to think about it because suddenly someone
yanked him back and the next thing I know, Luca was on the floor with his
lip split and bloody. I raised my eyes to see a completely deranged
Nicholas. He looked at Luca, shaking his hand in pain, and then at me. I felt
a chill when I saw his look hurt from him... and terribly furious. He
clamped his jaw shut and turned his back on me. Soon after, Luca started to
get up-or rather, those around us helped him-and I watched as Nick walked
off in the opposite direction of the party. I don't know what the hell was
wrong with me, perhaps the high alcohol content of that exclusive
champagne had dangerously impaired my judgment, but I went after him, of
course I went after him, and not to apologize. He had gone to the part where
the ceremony had taken place, where the chairs were still perfectly placed,
just like the flowers. The area was now deserted and the deafening sound of
the party reached her. "Where are you going, Nicholas?" I asked him at the
top of my voice. I half wobbled going down the stairs. And he turned red-
faced with anger to discover that he had followed him. "You have no right
to do what you've done!" I bellowed now furious. Okay, yeah, she was
crazy and half drunk... also pissed off and all of that together wasn't a good
combination. I walked towards him, who seemed to be calibrating very
seriously what to do with me... God, it was even scary!, but I didn't get
intimidated, quite the opposite. The jealousy he had just had proved
something, it was clear... he couldn't have forgotten me, I refused to believe
it, and if I had to face his anger as long as he confessed it, I would. I pushed
him when I got next to him. -You're a liar! -I yelled. My fists moved again,
this time to hit his chest with all my might. You're a fucking fucking liar,
Nicholas! At first he hardly flinched, but a few seconds later I watched his
chest rise and fall. He only let me hit him two more times, until his hands
flew up and caught my fists. That contact turned me on more than anything
else. "You say you've forgotten me? Isn't that what your actions show?" You
said nothing could tear us apart! He looked at me in disbelief. -You're the
one who broke all her fucking promises, the one who decided to kill
everything, damn it! You are worthless, Noah, to me you are worthless. His
words from him stopped my assault, left me stunned and my stomach
knotted. I swallowed to clear my throat. My eyes searched for his and I
looked at him strangely, I wasn't able to see him well, I couldn't see him
well, he was blurry... it took me longer than expected to realize that I
couldn't see him clearly because tears flooded my eyes. "How can you say
that," I said, and my voice cracked twice. Nicholas watched me. Standing
there in front of me, he looked just as crazy, just as miserable as I... As it
was, how could he have blurted those words out to me... to me. "Because
it's the fucking truth." He turned away from me, nonchalant, and he started
to walk away from me.
"Because it's the fucking truth." She turned her back on me, nonchalant, and
she started to walk away from me. "I made a bloody mistake, Nicholas!" I
yelled at him, but he kept walking. Your crazy ex-girlfriend made me
believe you cheated on me! You got involved with Sophia right under my
nose, and I'm the one who took it all down! You took our thing! You forced
me to make the worst mistake of my life! You made them use me, use me as
if I... as if I...! I couldn't keep talking, the sobs didn't leave me. Damn, I was
so pissed off, so broken inside... However, what I was saying really meant
it: if it hadn't been for his lies I would never have found myself in the
position of going to someone who took advantage of my weakness, he took
advantage of what I had told him in confidence. When I looked up, there
she was, right in front of me, she had walked back. He glared at me, a rage
so pure, so terrifyingly terrifying that I nearly took a step back in shock, but
then he did the last thing I expected: his hand circled my waist and his lips
crashed against mine. . For a moment I thought I was having a nightmare,
one of the ones that lately had plagued me when I fell asleep, in which I
was with Nicholas as before, we were happy, we kissed, and a second later
he was gone and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I was running, running
after him, but my legs weren't moving fast enough. But that wasn't a dream,
it wasn't at all. His arm lifted me off the ground, pressing my breasts against
his torso impossibly hard and his hungry tongue plunged into my mouth. It
took me a few seconds to assimilate what was happening, but my entire
body seemed to ignite at the contact. My arms wrapped around his neck
tightly, pulling him to me. God, how she needed that contact! It was as if all
the energy in my body returned to him after leaving me for months. His
other arm grabbed me from behind him, lifting me off the ground and his
tongue caressed mine voraciously, eagerly. I grabbed his hair tightly, but it
wasn't like before: it was short, too short to pull, as I liked to do. Breathing
hard, he moved his hand up my back until it reached the nape of my neck
and there he remained perched while his mouth separated from mine and he
stared at me... His pupils were dilated, dilated by excitement, by desire, the
pure carnal desire that he thought he would never experience again. We
stared into his eyes, I wanted to tell him so many things... But then
something changed... something crossed his mind, something came back to
torment him and I knew he was losing him again. Desperate, I pulled his
neck towards me and put my lips on his again, only now I didn't get the
same response. I felt his arms go slack and then he lowered me to the
ground. I panicked, panicked that he would leave, panicked that he would
leave me again. Tears welled up again, I pulled my mouth away from his
and buried his face in his neck. With my arms around it I refused to let go,
refused to let go. "I can't do this, Noah," Nicholas stated clearly, though his
voice seemed drowned out by his feelings. "No," I denied holding onto him
tightly. My tears would be staining his shirt, but I didn't care, he couldn't let
her go, he needed him, and he needed me, we had to be together.
Immediately afterwards, his hands left my waist and went up to my wrists.
They pushed until they released my grip. He held my hands in front of him
and looked into my face. "Don't leave me," I pleaded plaintively. I was
begging, I know, but tomorrow he would leave and I would never see him
again, and that feeling was killing me inside.
"When I close my eyes I see you with him," she confessed, swallowing
saliva. His eyes seemed to falter before mine, which begged him to stay, to
love me, to protect me again. "I don't even remember, Nicholas," I said,
refusing to let go. It was true, I couldn't remember what had happened that
night: I knew we had slept, but I hadn't been part of the act, he had simply
left me because I didn't have the strength to say no... nothing mattered to me
at that time, because my life had turned into hell. I saw his eyes get wet and
I felt like I was dying. -I can not do it, im sorry. And he released me. She
turned and walked away, leaving me there... Jenna soon found out what had
happened on the floor and found me two hours later sitting in one of the
ceremony chairs, hugging my legs and trying to pull myself together. . That
kiss, her words...hadn't done me any good. I felt her arms around her
without even realizing it and I felt even more guilty knowing that I was
spoiling her special day. "I'm sorry, Jenna," I apologized, trying to stop
crying. "I'm really sorry, Noah, this was all my fault," she told me, and I
looked at her blankly. All this situation, that you were the godparents and
that I put both of you in the same car, I have even put you to sleep door to
door. My friend looked at me with a sad face and even so she was still
spectacular. I wanted to give you another chance, I thought... I thought that
if I pushed things a bit... "We kissed," I confessed, aware that despite that
kiss, that last kiss, things between us weren't going to get better, for A lot of
effort that Jenna put in. Jenna looked surprised and confused. She looked
around her, as if wanting to understand what had happened, why Nick
wasn't with me. "Ours is over, Jenn," I said, and had to put my hand over
my mouth to muffle my sobs. God, how pathetic she was...but, damn it,
how it hurt...how it hurt to have lost him! Jenna hugged me again and I let
her comfort me. There we were both: she on the happiest day of her life and
I sunk in misery. Jenna's eyes locked with mine again, and I saw a certain
determination. "I shouldn't tell you this, Noah, I really shouldn't, but I know
Nick, I've seen a completely happy person during the months that he was
with you. Regardless of the problems you had, I've never been so focused,
so... how shall I say, so normal. His whole life has been shit, I have seen
him cry as a child when his mother left, I saw him cry for months, until
later he hardened and created that armor that he now wears so proudly
everywhere, he became someone unbreakable. .. You managed to penetrate
her... I'm not saying it's going to be easy, Noah, but damn, she's the love of
your life! I want my best friends to be as happy as I am right at this
moment, I need, what's more, I ask you, Noah, I ask you not to let him go,
no matter how many things he tells you, no matter how many times he
claims not to love you or that it is impossible for him to forgive you... There
has to be some way. I got up from the chair and looked at her. A sad smile
touched my lips. "I know you want to believe what you're saying, Jenn... me
too," I declared, looking towards the place where he had disappeared, "but I
broke his heart... I thought he had cheated on me and I thought I would die,
I really did." Yeah, so I know how it feels... He's not going to forgive me, he
never will. Jenna went to say something to me, but she closed her mouth
again, I think for the first time she had run out of words. I walked over to
her and placed a kiss on the top of her head. -Enjoy this day. After that I
tried by all means to go back to being the girl she had been all week. I
refused to leave Lion and Jenna without her two best friends, so I stayed at
the party as long as I needed to. I forced myself to dance and enjoy
everything around me. At one point I came face to face with Luca. His
green eyes regarded me warily, but with no hint of rancor for having
literally used him to make Nicholas jealous.
"I'm sorry," I apologized heartily, hoping my words would be enough to
earn his forgiveness. She had behaved like a complete jerk to me, like the
immature child I had sworn to leave behind, and if she had given Lion's
brother false hope she was deeply sorry. "Not me," he said, then grabbed
my hand and pulled me against his chest. Take it easy," he said before he
could scurry away or panic at whatever he might come to believe was going
on between the two of us. I don't care that he uses me to make that idiot
jealous, the truth is that you use me to do exactly the same. Spinning me
around, forcing me to press my back against his chest and moving to the
music, he moved closer to my ear so I could hear him clearly. Do you see
that girl over there?" he asked, surreptitiously raising his finger to a small
group of girls by the bar. I nodded amused, suddenly understanding what
she wanted to tell me. The blonde who is there watching us as if she doesn't
care what I'm doing with you - he indicated turning me around again and
shamelessly placing his hands on the lower part of my back almost brushing
my butt, for which I glared at him -. We went to bed about a month ago;
Actually, we've been fucking for as long as I can remember or something
else to be exact, you know what I mean..." I rolled my eyes. I had lost
contact with her when I went to jail and we met again at one of my
neighborhood parties. She is the daughter of my mother's best friend and I
want her to go completely crazy when she sees how I grope you like I'm
about to. I laughed and gave him a push. Luca reacted by putting his hand
to his heart as if he had been deeply hurt. Then, slowly, he pulled me closer
and whispered something in my ear, in an entirely different tone. "Don't
drag yourself, Noah," he said, then fixed his eyes on me. What you did was
wrong, but we all make mistakes. Not that Luca's advice was anything like
a revelation to me, but he did make me realize that everyone had realized
how pathetic she had been those days whenever Nicholas had been around.
I couldn't do much more and, despite knowing that I had made a serious
mistake, the most difficult to forgive, I also knew that not everything had
been my fault: the lies, our pasts and the intensity of our relationship had
led us, almost by force, to a point of no return. I continued dancing with
Luca and also with the others until it was time for the bride and groom to
leave, since they had already complied with two rituals of rigor at a
wedding: they had cut the cake, which I barely touched, and Jenna had also
thrown the bouquet. . In this regard I must clarify that he actually did not do
it, since after several seconds making us believe that he would throw it
away, he turned and approached me with a smile on his lips. Without
understanding anything and almost by reflex action I accepted the bouquet
when he offered it to me. "This so you know that I still trust that your day
will come, Noah, and it will come with the person you and I know." I felt a
knot in my stomach and I didn't know what to say. I admired his
determination, his hope, but his gesture only managed to plunge me further
into my sadness. Suddenly I couldn't take it anymore, surrounded by all
these people, so when Jenna kissed me on the cheek and ran with Lion
towards the limousine that would take them to a luxury hotel to go to their
heavenly honeymoon the next day, Honey, I got into one of the many
chauffeured cars that were available to guests and asked him to please drive
me home. I needed to end that night.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 11 guys...
CHAPTER 11:NICK

CHAPTER 11
NICK
I knew I had screwed up by kissing her the night before, but I couldn't
help it, she was there, yelling at me, blaming me! She had called me a liar, a
liar? I didn't even understand what the hell she had meant about her, but it
had been either kiss her or lose my temper completely. Seeing Luca's
disgusting hands on her body, her lips on her... Noah had decided to put an
end to what little self-control he thought I still had left. Seeing her with
someone else had made me relive all those images that he had managed to
almost eliminate from my brain. It was clear that now that he had seen her
again after so long everything had gone back to the beginning, it had been
like that damn night when I discovered that he had cheated on me. Feeling
her slender, precious and much thinner body than she remembered against
me had made me go crazy for a few moments. My senses had collapsed, for
a few seconds I was the same as before, I was again that boy totally in love
and madly lost for that girl. When I pulled her away to look at her, to fill
myself with that light that she always gave off, I saw the same thing in her
eyes, I saw the same longing, the same contained desire, that desire that
attracted us, but I also saw something else: I saw regret, I saw despair, I saw
nostalgia... and as if a knife had been plunged into my heart and twisted, I
felt again the same suffering that I felt when I found out the truth. The
images... the damned images with which my imagination tortured me were
projected again like a movie in my brain. Noah naked, in bed, sighing with
pleasure, in that sensual way, in that innocent and full way; those sounds
that he released through his lips, those sounds that drove me crazy, that
brought me to my knees. Those sensual sounds, however, were not caused
by me, they were caused by another; some hands caressed his body, not
slowly and seeking his pleasure, but abruptly: they fondled her without the
care, without the love that I put into each of my caresses. But Noah liked
them, he enjoyed them, because it wasn't my name he was shouting... At
those moments I felt as if a jug of ice water had fallen on my body and I
had to push her away from me even though she was He clung with all his
might to my neck, refusing to let go. Maybe she thought she wasn't going to
be able to push me away, but she had and I didn't regret it. And now, after
not sleeping all night, I was having one of those weak episodes again, those
episodes where I wanted to fuck it all, forget about everything, go to his
fucking room and beg him to finish what we started. I knew it was time to
go. I packed my suitcase, left my room in silence, and like the complete
idiot that I am, I couldn't help but stop briefly at the door of Noah's room. I
closed my eyes for a second, pissed off knowing that he was only a few
meters away from me, that he had surely spent the night crying over our
meeting and that there was nothing we could do to fix it. When I had
strength, I left. I put my scant luggage in the trunk and with the contents of
a bottle of water that I found in it I wet my face to clear it, since I had
barely slept a wink: after leaving the party, I had taken my board and gone
to the Georgica beach, where I had surfed non-stop for hours, trying to calm
down, trying to make sense of all those reasons that supposedly kept me
away from Noah, all those reasons that kissing her had seemed to disappear.
I surfed on that beach until it began to dawn. So I decided to go back, take a
shower and call off that trip.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 12 guys...
CHAPTER 12:NOAH

CHAPTER 12
NOAH
I did not hear him leave, but I did feel his absence. She's done, it was
over, now I just had to go back to the same routine as always. I said
goodbye to all the guests who were still in the house, ready to spend a
couple more days in it. Jenna's mother gave me a hug, and Jenna's father
offered to drive me to the station, where he would catch the train to New
York. During the trip he asked me what my plans were for the summer and I
told him that apart from the days I was going to spend in that city, I would
spend the rest of the summer working. I didn't want to explain too much
about my job, since I was talking to an oil magnate who most likely
wouldn't even understand why the hell she was working as a waitress if she
was the stepdaughter of her millionaire best friend. However, he was very
discreet and I appreciated it. "Where are you going to stay these days,
Noah?" he asked me as he crossed those beautiful streets. It was early, but
there were already people in them: some walking their dogs, others walking
and carrying large bags of exclusive brands... almost all of them wore
sunglasses. I was sorry to have to leave that area without having been able
to get to know it sufficiently, I hadn't had time with all the hassle of the
wedding. I looked at Jenna's father and told him the name of the motel he
had booked in New York. I didn't care that it was a seedy place, I was
hardly going to spend any time there, I just needed it to sleep and shower.
The rest of my time I planned to spend discovering that great city. Jenna's
father gave me a slightly puzzled look when I told him the name of the
motel, it didn't even sound familiar to him, which wasn't strange
considering that he had two properties in that city not counting the house in
the Hamptons. I had an embarrassing moment when he insisted on renting
me a hotel room downtown, the Hilton, no less. I thanked him for his offer,
but I didn't need anyone's handouts. Those people, the people who had
plenty of money, believed that those of us who did not enjoy those luxuries
were unhappy, and it was not true. I didn't mind staying in a motel... oh my
gosh, it wasn't that bad either! -Noah, this is not to intrude, but New York is
not Los Angeles, this city can be dangerous and much more so if you go
alone and without knowing it. He kept insisting until we got to the train
station. "Mr. Tavish, there's no need, I can take care of myself, I'll be fine,
really... Besides, I won't be alone, I'm going to meet a friend, so you don't
have to worry." "Okay, that was a little fib, but totally harmless. My friend's
father did not seem at all convinced; what's more, he seemed upset and
really worried, not like he was my father. "Well, you have my number if
you need anything. I'll be in the Hamptons this week, but I have a lot of
friends in New York, friends who would be willing to come with you if
necessary. Friends... well, of course, I already knew what these people
meant when they talked about "friends." You just had to see Steve and his
role in the lives of the Leisters. I didn't need a bodyguard, thank you. I
kindly said good-bye to him and hurried to enter the station, in case he
called my mother or something similar... I was expecting anything. I got on
the carriage, handed my train ticket to a rather nice lady and settled into my
seat, looking out the window and wishing I could get to that magnificent
city. I tried to forget when Nick had promised me a long time ago that he
would be the one to take me to New York, that he would be the one to show
me around that great metropolis. Almost a lifetime had passed since then, or
at least it seemed so to me. When we got to the destination, the first thing I
did when I got off the train was to take a taxi to the motel where I had
reserved a room. As we drove through the city I was stunned by what I saw
through the window. The impressive skyscrapers seemed endless and there
were so many people in the streets that one felt like a little ant, a grain of
sand... It was spectacular, spectacular, but at the same time overwhelming.
When the taxi driver turned into a little dark street, and it was four in the
afternoon, I got a little embarrassed. However, it was not responding to any
bad intention: it was the motel that, although it was not creepy, had nothing
to do with the photo that I had seen on the website. The taxi driver put my
suitcase down for me, I gave him a measly tip and he went back the way he
had come, leaving me there, lost in the Big Apple. I took a deep breath and
entered the establishment, which looked more like a home for the homeless
than a motel. The girl behind the counter barely looked up from her
magazine as I stepped in front of her, dragging my suitcase. "Name," she
said, chewing gum loudly and disgustingly. I have always hated gum. -
Noah Morgan. I have a reservation," I answered, looking around me.
Determined: this was not a motel, but a rather battered building where they
reserved rooms. Sighing, she opened a drawer and pulled out a key from a
pile. -Take it and take care of it because there is only one. Breakfast consists
of whatever you want to get out of those vending machines; lunch and
dinner are on your own. I nodded, trying not to let my first few hours in
New York get me down. Let's see, I just needed a bed. Also, when I passed
the vending machines I saw that they had Oreo cookies... What more could
I ask for? I left my suitcase in the tiny room that I had been assigned and
went out for a walk. I left the claustrophobic and dark street where the
motel was and began to walk through the city. I found out that a few streets
over, just as the website said, was Central Park. I don't know how to explain
what that place is like, I had been walking for just ten minutes and I already
wanted to go live there. It was hot, and people were lying on the grass
sunbathing, the children were playing with the ball, others with their dogs...
Also, there were many runners and others who practiced other types of
exercise. The environment was incredible, nature in the middle of a city full
of pollution and traffic jams. I approached the lake, there were ducks plying
its waters, which many fed. For a second I raised my head towards the blue
sky of July and let myself be carried away by that sensation of being alone,
of being alone, but happy, in the middle of a place where nobody knew me,
neither me nor my story, where neither Nicholas neither my mother nor
William nor the people who had judged me for our break up could look at
me with pity or anger. It had been horrible, the news had spread like
wildfire across the college campus, where Nick was a legend. We had
become the couple that everyone admired, looked askance at, and I would
have been the one to screw up all the way... well, people can be very cruel. I
spent the rest of the afternoon there in the park, read, bought a hot dog, and
walked around. Anyone could think that I was crazy, that with all the places
that there were to know, why did I stay there without becoming a tourist? I
did it because sometimes it's good to take time to just be, to just be one
among many, and at that moment all I wanted to do was that, I wanted
peace... peace and tranquility. It didn't last long though.
I almost had a heart attack when I turned the corner into the little street
where the motel was, and saw a tall man in a suit appear, appearing almost
from the shadows. I was about to run, but then I recognized who he was and
put a hand over my heart, trying to recover from the shock. "Fuck, Steve!" I
blurted out without even regretting the taco. What the hell was he doing
there? "Noah," he said just giving me a dirty look. He put his hand around
my arm and almost forced me into the motel. Take your things, please. I
frowned as she led me to my door, we walked past the receptionist, who
seemed to be freaking out just like me. I managed to recover from my
stupor and jerk free to face him. "What are you up to, Steve?" I blurted out,
noticing the anger growing inside me. Why have you come? "Nicholas told
me for him to pick you up, this place is dangerous." Steve responded like
what he was, a practical man of few words. Master Leister commanded and
his lackeys obeyed. How lucky that I no longer belonged to that stupid
circle! "I'm not going anywhere," I replied, walking past him and opening
my bedroom door. What was he going to do? Leave Steve there and slam
the door in his face. It wasn't his fault he worked for an idiot. -Noah, forget
about Nicholas, you shouldn't go alone in New York and even less in this
area, it's dangerous. Just let me take you to a place where you're not in any
danger. God, it was absurd! "But how did you find me?" I couldn't help but
scream. I turned my back on him and put my hands to my head. The
window next to the bed looked out onto a cul-de-sac, complete with fire
escapes. From there he could see the garbage cans and some people
smoking in a corner. I have to admit that it didn't look very good and I had
even seriously considered spending my last savings on a little more decent
accommodation, but it annoyed me that they forced me to do it and much
more Nicholas. He had lost all right to care about me and now he was
coming at me with these
"What exactly has Nicholas told you to do?" I asked, turning to him.
Steve returned my gaze unfazed. - He told me to get you out of this joint
and take you to a proper hotel. That he would take me... In other words, he
was sending Steve and he wasn't even thinking of showing his face. Well,
nothing of that. "I want to talk to him," I demanded, crossing my arms.
Steve looked at me doubtfully. -Today he has a date after work, he has a
reservation for dinner... I felt a prick in my heart and my sane self almost
kicked me in the shin. "What did you think, idiot, that he had become a
monk or what?" "What time did he meet?" I asked, trying to keep my voice
from shaking. Steve sighed. "In half an hour," he replied. "Then call him on
his mobile." It's not going to take me. Steve held my gaze for a few seconds
and nodded. Before making the call, however, he took my unpacked
suitcase and walked me out to the street, where the car was parked. He
opened the door for me to get in and once he was settled in the driver's seat,
he dialed Nick's number hands-free. "Nicholas, Noah wants to talk to you,"
he announced when Nick's voice answered. "I don't want to talk to her," his
voice declared after a second. I removed the speakerphone and put Steve's
phone to my ear. "You don't say my name anymore," I reproached him
without being able to restrain myself. "Only if it's strictly necessary," he
answered. I knew I could hang up at any moment, so I tried to calm down,
but I couldn't help but blurt out what I said next: -You don't say my name,
but you send Steve to take me to a proper hotel... Explain that to me,
Nicholas, because I swear I'm so confused. It seemed to me that my words
affected him in a certain way, because I heard him sigh against the phone.
"Greg called me to inform me that he had been worried when he found out
where you planned to stay for the next few days," he commented casually.
Damn Greg Tavish! He couldn't get into his business. He wasn't my father.
"Did you do it for Greg, then?" I asked, and even I heard the
disappointment in my voice. "Stop it, Noah," he said, and I heard the
change in his voice, how it filled with anger. You have a reservation at the
Hilton in your name, do you want to use it? Great! Don't you want to I give
a shit. I didn't have time to say anything else because he hung up. Steve
watched me silently, expectantly, waiting to see what he decided. He wasn't
going to do what Nick asked. He had kissed me and then left without saying
anything. Now he was bothering to rent me a hotel room... and I wasn't
supposed to do anything about it. He could pretend whatever he wanted, he
could tell me that he didn't care what I did or didn't do anymore... but I did.
I knew: it was Nicholas, strength was going out of his mouth. At that
moment I made a risky decision. "Take me to his house." Steve didn't seem
too keen on the idea, but I told him he was either taking me or I wasn't
going to move. Knowing that he was putting him between a rock and a hard
place made me feel a little guilty, but I didn't give in one bit: that was going
to be the only way to make me leave this motel.
I took advantage of the walk to look out the window. Although I didn't like
to admit it, riding in the car with Steve made me feel safe, protected if you
will. I had to admit that coming to a city like New York by yourself and
with no one to share the experience with was pretty depressing and also a
bit scary. "We're getting there," Steve informed me after a while. I started to
get nervous and more when we stopped next to an incredible building, tall
like many and with impressive views of the Upper East Side. The river was
to my right, and a little further on the treetops of Central Park were clearly
visible. It had taken us just over half an hour and I figured that part of the
park had to be the one on the opposite side of the park that I had visited that
morning. I started playing with my hair. What was I going to tell him? It's
not really that the words made me nervous, but knowing what his life was
like now, seeing him in this environment, seeing him being the Nicholas
Leister living alone in an apartment in the middle of New York City, the
Lawyer and businessman in its purest form... I had not known that facet of
him, I had met the Nick who went out to parties, the Nick who hugged me,
the one who reached into the most remote places, the one who risked his
neck street racing and getting into fights to make money... The Nick who
was in love, the Nick who adored me and would die if he went more than
twenty-four hours without hearing from me, talking to me, or seeing me.
Where was this Nick now Steve pulled into the parking lot of that imposing
building and I began to feel my nerves take over. "Is he home?" I asked
after getting out of the car as he followed him to the elevator. -No. I took a
deep breath and watched as Steve punched in a code next to the other
buttons on the floors. I was astonished to see that there were 62... -My
goodness, 52 floors...- and the code was for the penthouse. The elevator ride
seemed supersonic to me and when the door ding resounded in the cabin,
breaking the silence that had installed between the two of us, I couldn't help
but be startled. The doors opened and led directly into a fairly large hall
with a mirror that stared back at me. I have to say that it was hard for me to
recognize myself in that reflection, she seemed really attacked, so I
hastened to change my expression: I couldn't appear nervous, I had to
appear sure of myself. I would have liked to wear something else and not a
simple denim skirt, pink Converse and a basic white t-shirt. She looked like
a fifteen year old girl. Before following Steve I pulled the hair tie that was
holding my hair and let it fall loose behind my back... That would help,
wouldn't it? I followed Steve into the apartment. Phew! This had nothing to
do with the apartment he had rented in Los Angeles... this was... this was
playing in another league. She knew that she had inherited a large fortune
from his grandfather and she also knew, obviously, that money had never
been a problem for him, but this apartment was big words. It was very
large, with no walls, apart from some columns that were strategically placed
to create specific spaces. The kitchen was to the right, and the sofas in the
center faced the large windows that revealed the city in all its splendor. The
parquet flooring gleamed, and some segments were covered by thick beige
rugs that must have been soft enough even to sleep on. At one end, next to a
glass mini-bar, ran an imposing dark marble staircase. Did Nicholas live
here now? Was this his? Did he live alone? Steve sighed again and frowned
at me. "Are you sure you want to do this, Noah? He's not going to like it at
all." "Please, Steve," I said, almost begging. Let me do this my way... I
just... I just need a chance to talk to him.
Steve looked at me like someone looking at a kid who's just found out that
Santa Claus doesn't really exist: with pity. He nodded regretfully and after
telling me to let him know if he needed anything he left. I went upstairs and
suddenly felt very tired. I opened the first door I found: it was a room, I
didn't know if it was Nick's or the guest room, but I lay on the bed and
looked at the ceiling. I would wait for him... I would wait up until he came
back and when he did I would do absolutely everything necessary to make
him believe in me again, in ours, in forgiveness and in love.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._)
Be ready for chapter 13 guys...
CHAPTER 13:NICK

CHAPTER 13
NICK
I got in the car and pulled out of the office parking lot, putting my foot
down on the accelerator. I should have canceled dinner, I should have left, I
should have told him all those things I've been dying to tell him, all those
things that I still kept inside and that I was sure one day would fight to get
out. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to calm down. I couldn't
introduce myself like this at dinner, it wouldn't be right... or fair. I had to get
Noah out of my mind. I was sure she wouldn't reject the hotel thing, she
wasn't stupid, she knew it would be crazy to stay in that seedy
neighborhood, and if she didn't listen to me, it wouldn't be my problem. A
little internal voice yelled at me "Liar!" loud and clear, but I ignored her as I
made my way across town and into one of the trendiest restaurants of the
day, hoping it was a quiet night. When I handed the car keys to the doorman
to park it, I saw the dark-haired girl at the door. The dress she wore of hers
was elegant and expensive, the heeled sandals she wore made her appear so
much taller than she actually was hers and her dark hair shimmered as it
cascaded down her back. her. Her gaze lit up when she saw me, although
she tried to hide it as best she could. I felt a pang of guilt in her chest, but I
had already made her things very clear to her and she seemed to have
understood. "Hello," I said, forcing a warm smile. Her white teeth flashed
as I wrapped my arm around her waist and leaned in to give her a quick kiss
on her cheek. She smelled like raspberry with a lemon mix...she always
smelled like some kind of fruit and I liked that. "I thought you wouldn't
come," she confessed to me as she pushed her slightly from behind until she
entered the restaurant. Things were tough right now and the last thing she
wanted was a photographer taking pictures of us. "A little unforeseen has
arisen, I'm sorry," I commented, then told the waiter my name, who hurried
to lead us to the table that he had reserved almost a month in advance. The
place was pleasant, warm, to which the dim lighting contributed. There was
live music, played by a pianist. For some strange reason, that light and that
pleasant music relaxed me... I took a deep breath and enjoyed seeing myself
sitting in front of that woman, the woman who had supported me since I
broke up with Noah, the one who had been by my side and the one who had
become a good friend. "You're pretty," I told her, knowing that would make
her smile. The reason why things were different with her was clear, at least
to me. Sophia smiled shyly and took the letter easily. The waiter
approached us and each ordered a different type of wine. She was more of a
white wine; I, on the other hand, red or more specifically a good Bordeaux
from 82. For a moment I remembered Noah, how he had no idea of wine or
food or many things really. His simplicity had captivated me, he had made
me believe that he could teach her everything, that I could give her the
world... I cleared my throat, forcing myself to return to reality. Was she
already at the hotel? Was she taking a shower? Was she crying? Sleeping?
Eating? Missing me? "Stop!" I ordered myself and focused my eyes on my
beautiful companion. Things with Sophia had come up without even
thinking about it. In the beginning, after Noah, I had become a person who
was barely able to have a coherent conversation with anyone, everything
bothered me, I was short-tempered, angry at the world, hurt and not wanting
to associate with anyone or anything.
I had locked myself in the apartment, sunk into self-pity... The phone was
ringing and I was ignoring it; the emails accumulated in the inbox and I
didn't even read them... I became totally self-destructive. I drank until I was
almost unconscious on the bed, I broke furniture, I hit things... I even hurt
my hand twice. I got into a fight in a bar, although fortunately no blood
reached the river. My mind wandered, imagining things, going into a loop
of hate, sadness, and disappointment. No one, not even Lion, managed to
make me see reason, help me; my father came to see me, he yelled at me,
then he tried to talk to me more civilly, he yelled at me again and then
disappeared. I didn't want to listen to anyone, I wasn't interested... At those
moments I felt unbearable chest pain, I felt betrayed. Until one day Sophia
showed up at my apartment. She had always been a sensible girl, with clear
ideas. She yelled at me about everything, why am I going to lie, and not
because she cared or was worried about me, rather because she depended on
my work and I barely went through the firm. She yelled at me that if it was
so bad for me to go to New York, she blamed me for so many things, she
was so angry about my attitude-according to her, immature and irrational-
that I could only think of a way to shut her up. I took her by her waist and
rammed her against the wall. We stared at each other, me broken, her
confused, and I just did what she wanted at the time, what my body needed
and what my sick mind wanted to do to get back at Noah. We fucked all
night long, non-stop, non-stop, non-stop, and best of all, when we finished,
Sophia got up, got dressed, and left without saying a word. The next day I
went to work. She spoke to me as if nothing had happened, as if we were
still the same coworkers who just put up with each other and share an
office. I acted just like her, as if nothing had happened, until one day she
got up, she closed the office door, she approached me and sitting on my lap
she convinced me to do it again. Let's be clear about one thing: we both
knew that this would not amount to anything. Sophia was aware that I was
devastated by Noah and she just needed someone to warm her bed from
time to time. When we talked about it, neither she nor she flinched and she
accepted my conditions: that it was just sex and that we could do whatever
we wanted. She saw me with others, of course, and Sophia was free to date
other men if she wanted, although we never talked about it. She knew the
things she did and she seemed to accept it and she didn't care who she went
out with, she slept with or stayed for coffee. Of course... he treated her with
the respect she deserved from her. She was my friend, the only one who
helped me, she forced me out of bed and got me to focus on work. And
shortly after accepting my position in New York, my grandfather died, and
the rest is history. Now we were having dinner in a nice restaurant, she had
told me that she needed to talk to me and all I could think about was that
Noah was in town, that I was dying to go meet him and make love to him as
only I knew how to remind him who he had fooled and what he was
missing. I ran my hand across my forehead and focused on Sophia. -I have
to ask you a favor -she told me after we had been talking about some banal
topics and, above all, things related to work. Sophia never seemed to rest,
her ambition had no limits and now her father was running for governor of
California. She was the girl everyone raffled off and everyone seemed to
know. That didn't matter to me, but when she started to speak I had to force
myself to pay attention to her: I need to formalize what we have. I looked at
her without understanding a single word that came out of her mouth. "In
front of the public, of course she is," she clarified, raising the glass to her
lips. My father demands that we appear stable, that we be a strong unit. He
keeps introducing me to uncles, the children of his friends who only want to
be with me because I'm the daughter of Senator Riston Aiken, it's horrible, I
can't stand it.
"Wait, wait," I said, trying to understand what he had just told me. Are you
telling me that you want to leak to the press that we're together? As an
official couple and all? Sophia nodded and raised a ravioli to her mouth.
"Of course, you can continue to do what you want... if you're discreet." But
facing the gallery I need to have a formal boyfriend. Would you do this for
me? At another time I would have laughed in her face, but right that day,
right after I'd talked to Noah, kissed her at Jenna's wedding, and felt the past
come crashing back into my face. ...what Sophia asked me didn't seem like
such a bad idea. I heard a little voice in my mind reminding me of the
consequences of accepting Sophia's proposal. I knew that if I did, if I
confirmed that I was dating her, if the press leaked the news that we were
dating, Noah would suffer a lot... Accepting her would make me a real jerk,
but maybe it would be the way for me to finally understand that we had to
turn the page I came home at about one o'clock in the morning. Sophia
asked me if I wanted to go sleep with her at her hotel-she was in New York
fixing some things for the company I no longer worked for, but was leaving
the next day-but I declined: I wasn't in the mood. I arrived at her apartment,
which was only illuminated by dim lights that gave it warmth. I put the keys
on the kitchen table and turned to pour myself another drink. That
apartment had belonged to a friend of my father's, and when he found out
that he was moving me to New York, he offered it to me at a price I couldn't
refuse. I wanted to start from scratch, in a place that I could call my own,
and not accept my father's offer to move me into an apartment he had in
Brooklyn-apart from various offices scattered around Manhattan. I did not
want to remember what I lived in that city as a child. Discovering that my
father had cheated on my mother throughout practically her entire marriage,
my hatred of her had transformed and turned into something else. A part of
me more or less understood why everything had gone to hell, and I hated
my father for making me feel sorry for her. I hated my mother, that hadn't
changed, but that whole story with Noah's mother made me rethink if that
hatred was justified or not. Deceit... How could I blame my mother for
losing her mind after I had lost it for the same reason? I would never
forgive her for abandoning me, there was no justification for that, but who
was I to judge the reactions of others? a couple after going through
something like that I thought about Noah again... it was hard to see how the
future you had created with one person, all those images of what was to
come, vanished right before your nose. I had imagined a full life with her, I
knew it wasn't going to be an easy relationship... I wasn't stupid, our
relationship wasn't idyllic, but the problems had come from third parties. I
would have put my hand in the fire for Noah if someone had hinted that he
might have cheated on me with someone else, called him crazy... And there
we were... I finished my drink and went to my room. I went in without
bothering to turn on the lights and took off my shirt, leaving it lying
haphazardly on the floor. The service would pick her up tomorrow. I turned
towards the bed with the intention of turning on one of the lamps and
literally froze when I saw who was between my sheets. My heart began to
pound wildly in my chest, almost hurting me, almost making my ears ring.
My breathing quickened, my whole body reacted to that image of Noah
asleep on my bed, it was like going back in time, like when I came back and
had her there waiting for me, her soft-skinned legs curled around a pillow,
her arms draped over me. from the sheets, with her hair scattered across the
mattress...
I closed my eyes for a second and I could almost feel what it would be like
to lie next to her, push the white sheets away from her body and let my
fingers caress her skin... I would slowly turn her towards me, she would
open her eyes, half asleep, but she would smile happy to see me, with that
shine that she always managed to bring out every time I touched her. "She
was waiting for you", she would tell me, and I would inflate myself with all
that love that I never thought I could feel. I would position myself on top of
her, gently brush her blond hair away from her, and slowly place my lips on
hers, swollen from sleep, soft and aching for my touch. My arm of hers
would go down her back, slipping through the hollow of her spine and lift
her slightly off her mattress to get her body to stick to mine without
crushing her. He would gently kiss the top of her neck until he reached her
ear, then inhale the scent of her skin, a scent that wasn't fruity or sweet or
anything like any expensive perfume, it would just smell like Noah.. .only
her. I opened my eyes forcing myself to come back to reality. I almost
wished it had been an illusion to see her there in my bed, between my
sheets. I couldn't give up, no matter how much my hands itched with the
desire to touch her, I wasn't going to give in to her, I had no idea what she
was doing there, but I let the anger devour any other feeling and stomped
out of the room. .
(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 14 guys...
CHAPTER 14:NOAH

CHAPTER 14
NOAH
I heard a noise and my eyes widened almost without realizing it. At first I
didn't know where she was, but the smell around me reassured me: she was
home. I was with Nick. It took me a few seconds to understand that that last
sentence didn't make any sense... at least not now. I got up in that unknown
bed and thanks to the dim light that filtered through the half-open door I
was able to take a look at my surroundings. Finally, and with a knot in my
stomach, I got out of bed and went to the living room. The lights were off
and only a few dim lights, the kind that prevent you from tripping if you get
up in the middle of the night to drink a glass of water, were on. I moved
around barefoot until I saw him: he was sitting on the sofa, in front of a
small glass table where there was a glass and a half-empty bottle, with his
elbows resting on his knees and his head buried in his hands. Surely it had
been a low blow for him to find me in his bed, as if nothing had happened,
as if that was my apartment and I had some right to wait asleep for him to
arrive. I felt like an intruder. I must have made a sound or just noticed my
presence because his head turned slowly in my direction. His eyes were
shining, and seeing his jaw clench hard made him want to run in the
opposite direction. But I knew him, knew him well enough to know that
under all the hate that seemed to consume him, the love he felt for me, or
had felt, was still there in his heart, just like mine, waiting for the right
moment for us to return. to love each other. "What are you doing here,
Noah?" she asked, and I almost collapsed on the spot at how destroyed her
voice sounded. "I'm here for you," I replied with a slight shrug. My voice
seemed like an echo of his. Nicholas leaned back on the sofa and closed his
eyes as he sighed heavily. "You have to go... you have to get out of my life,"
he said, still not looking at me. He leaned in with the intention of pouring
himself another drink, but he didn't want him drunk, no, he wanted him
lucid, lucid to me, because he needed me to understand what he was going
to say. I undid the space between us, picked up the bottle, brushing my
fingers against his in the process, and ripped it from his hands to place it
back on the table, away from him, away from us. He looked up at me,
standing between his legs, and I saw that his eyes were red, but not just
from the alcohol. I reached out with the intention of stroking her hair. God,
I needed to wipe that look of pain off his face, that pain that was there
because of me, but his hand grabbed my wrist before he could. I didn't care
because his hand came into contact with my skin, and that was enough for
me. The spark, that spark that always ignited between the two of us, that
sensation of fire, of pure carnal desire, that same desire that we had been
feeling since the very moment I entered the kitchen of his old house and
found him there looking for something in the fridge. From that moment I
knew that something of mine ceased to belong to me. He hesitated for a few
seconds that felt like forever, but then he pulled me, my body crashing into
his chest, and his hands helped me sit on his lap, both knees on the couch,
next to the thighs of him. My hands took him by the nape of his neck and
his stopped at my waist. Our eyes met in the dim light and he made me
afraid to go on. I hesitated and so did he; it was as if we were about to jump
off a cliff, we could be lucky enough to fall on water or unfortunate enough
to fall on stone, and we would only find out if we jumped.
He looked at me for a second that seemed to last forever, then stamped his
mouth against mine and he did it so abruptly that my head couldn't
assimilate it... My lips parted from the impact and his tongue flooded the
inside of my mouth, making me shudder. It didn't take long for him to find
my tongue, which coiled with his without delay, as if our lives depended on
it. My hands took the nape of his neck to bring him closer to me, while his
caressed my thighs, from the knee to the buttocks, and they stayed there
squeezing them hard, making our bodies collide and give us pleasure with
the touch; I almost rolled my eyes, it had been too long... too long since I
felt nothing, absolutely nothing. I even came to believe that my body was
dead, that my libido had disappeared after the breakup, but how wrong I
was! A simple caress, a simple touch from that man's hands made me lose
my mind. I pulled away from his mouth to catch my breath and his lips
trailed kisses down my jaw, sending chills down my spine. He was bare
chested and my fingers trailed down from his neck and caressed. Every
single one of his damn abs clenched at the contact of my nails against his
skin. Nicholas gave a guttural growl and jerked away from my neck,
searching my eyes. "What do you want from me, Noah?" he asked grabbing
my hands and almost forcibly pulling them away from his body. I looked at
his torso, at the sweat that beaded his skin at the tension we both felt at the
thought that what was about to happen would turn our worlds upside
down...again. "Just... make me forget..." I asked him with a lump in my
throat, "for a few minutes... Just pretend you've forgiven me." I noticed that
his chest rose and fell, accelerated, and also how he loosened the tension
with which he held my hands. I released them and tangled them in his hair,
again, forcing him to focus on me and not everything around us. This time
it was I who placed my lips on his. God, they tasted like heaven! Kissing
him was what she had missed the most, she was addicted to his kisses and
she needed more, she needed to feel those lips everywhere, she needed it in
an almost painful way. "I'll do it..." he assured, separating his back from the
sofa to stick to me. Our noses almost touched. I'll forget for a few minutes
what you did to us... but tomorrow you'll leave, you'll leave my life and
leave me alone. My heart stopped, it did I think literally, but I forced myself
to ignore that detail that I had just clarified. She was going to forget... That's
what she said, wasn't she? That was enough for me, I'd deal with the other
part tomorrow. I nodded, even knowing he was lying, but I wasn't going to
turn down the opportunity to be with him, in less than half an hour he had
managed to make me feel alive again, and I couldn't give that up. His hands
gripped my thighs tightly and he rose from the sofa, taking me with him. I
wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips against his. How
good they tasted! How good they smelled! They smelled of him, of my
Nick, of the person I loved madly, almost desperately. He took me to his
room and laid me down on the mattress almost reverently, very carefully, as
if he was afraid I was going to disappear. He stayed at the foot of the bed,
watching me. Realizing this, I propped myself up on my elbows to sit up
and watch him back. How could it be so perfect, his hair was messy, his lips
looked thicker after my kisses, his stubble was extremely flattering. With it
I had scratched my skin before, but I didn't care; suddenly, I wanted to feel
that touch in other parts of my body. She was trembling, trembling with
desire, pure and carnal, for this man. "We're not going to fuck," he
sentenced as he yanked the belt off his pants and let it fall to the floor. The
surprise must have been plain on my face, the disappointment too, because
he smiled at me, not the way he used to, not with warmth and lust and love,
but more like someone making the obvious clear to a ten-year-old girl she
finds adorable- but we can do other things.
He approached me, settling between my legs, placed his hand on my
stomach and exerting pressure made me lie completely on the mattress.
Immediately after, she leaned over me and yanked my skirt off me and
threw it haphazardly on the floor. With her knee she parted my legs and
soon her hands were up my shirt until it was pulled over my head and out of
her sight. For an instant his eyes rested on my body, on my breasts, covered
by a pink lace bra that wasn't anything special, but it was comfortable, or at
least that's what I thought when I put it on that morning to go out to visit.
the city. She frowned slightly and the palm of her hand that was still on my
stomach moved to my side and lifted me slightly until her lips rested on my
navel. "You're thinner," she said in a whisper I didn't even register. Her
mouth trailed down to the top of my panties. Her hands, meanwhile,
caressed my legs, from top to bottom. Her eyes searched mine and I almost
collapsed at the excessive lust that seemed to emanate from her. She got off
the bed, knelt down and quickly took them from me. I felt some qualms. It's
not that I was ashamed, it had just been a long time since anyone touched
me, months, and much longer since Nick hadn't. I moved a little uneasily
and he seemed to notice him because, despite the fact that his breathing
revealed that he was dying to continue, he stared at me for a second, asking
me to calm down. It was a second, but it was Nick... Nick from earlier who
stared back at me. I closed my eyes and stayed with that gesture, I
visualized it in my head for a moment until I calmed down. "Nick..." "Shh.
His mouth followed my thighs, first they were just kisses, but then I felt his
teeth on my skin; In fact, he was biting me lightly and then passing his
tongue in a sensual way. I shifted on the bed and his hand pressed my
stomach against the mattress, immobilizing me. "Please..." I almost begged,
shame lost and writhing under his touch. He ignored me and kept kissing
me everywhere, except for the area that required the most attention. "What
do you want, Noah? Tell me, I want to hear you say it." I squeezed my eyes
shut and shook my head on the mattress, God, why? I felt his mouth brush
my skin, but not quite touch it, and I writhed in frustration. "Say it, Noah,
say what you want and you'll have it." I didn't think I could say it, at least
not out loud, and he knew it. Was I punishing me his way? I opened my
eyes to see him there, waiting. "Kiss me," I asked in a breathy whisper. He
got up and placed himself on top of me; His lips collided with mine and he
kissed me roughly and I moaned in frustration. When his hips pressed
against mine I had a few seconds of relief, just a few seconds because when
he realized he got up supporting himself with his hands. "This isn't like
before, Noah," he said, taking me by the chin. You are no longer the sweet
inexperienced Noah who has to be carefully taught what to do... I looked
into his eyes and saw the anger that he had so well contained escape. I
didn't like what I saw, so I sat up a bit until my lips met his again. Quickly
and then I pushed his shoulders to stick him to my body, to feel him
attached to me again. My legs wrapped around his waist and I felt him hiss.
Suddenly he wanted things fast, he didn't want there to be any room for
doubts or reproaches. My hand slipped into his jeans and I felt Nicholas
lose the battle. He had forgotten what it was like to have him in my hands,
what it was like to notice how he lost control, how his breathing became
agitated by my caresses. He wanted to feel that connection again, he wanted
us to move together, to pleasure ourselves without games, just joining as
one and letting everything else take its course. We rolled onto the mattress
and I got on top of it. I felt a little insecure in that position, but I wasn't
going to let him see it. With trembling hands I pulled his jeans down, and
when I couldn't, he helped me. Seconds later he was completely naked and I
only had my bra on. He turned again and pinned me against his body. "I told
you we're not going to fuck," he clarified, holding my hands above my
head. "Fuck, Nicholas..." I protested in frustration, I needed him to touch
me, I needed that touch more than anything in the world. Without warning
one of his fingers slipped inside me. I made an involuntary face. To my
surprise, and his as well, he hurt me. -You have not...
I blushed with embarrassment... What was I going to tell him? That since
what had happened, I hadn't let anyone, much less a guy, dare to look at me
twice? That my sexual appetite had evaporated like water in a desert? That
since the last time we had done it at her house, when I drew on her skin, she
hadn't felt anything again? Not even thinking about it, she wasn't so
pathetic. But my body gave me away. Something changed in his expression,
I don't know if it was relief or what, but he didn't have to beg any more, he
knelt down next to the bed again, pulled me and his tongue began to trace
circles over the most sensitive part of me. my anatomy. I moaned out loud,
and that encouraged him to continue. He seemed as needy as me. His finger
entered me again, more carefully this time, and instead of pain I felt relief;
the pressure began to get stronger, his mouth continued to work, his hand
moved up my stomach until he slipped under my bra and squeezed my chest
with force. It was all too much, too long without doing it, too many bottled
up emotions, too much stimulation.. My back was separated from the bed,
and I screamed without even being able to control myself. The orgasm
devastated everything, took me to the fifth heaven and lit me like hellfire.
Nicholas continued to stroke me until his touch ached and he pulled away
from him to let me recover. And I did, and quickly. I needed more and so
did he, since he had begun to caress himself with his right hand, his eyes
fixed on mine and the hard expression of someone who wants to give in but
can't. We weren't going to do it that night, but I wasn't going to leave it at
that. So I got up and pulled him up and forced him to sit down. His
breathing was uncontrolled and I didn't mind taking the reins this time. I
pulled away and knelt between his legs without taking my eyes off him.
"What are you going to do?" he asked me with a hoarse voice, there was no
turning back, we had entered this game of passion, love and hate at the
same time, and we would not get out of it so easily. I didn't answer him and
I went on to do what he had never done. I had no idea what he was doing,
but he seemed to like it. I opened my eyes and looked for him. That seemed
to drive him crazy. Then his hand gently held my hair and began to move.
"Fuck...he didn't let me get to the end. He pulled me away from him, picked
me up, and laid me on the bed. He rubbed against me, and then his hand
took over and I began to do the same. His eyes burned into my body and I
felt the second orgasm threaten to make me black out. We both arrived at
the same time with our eyes locked on each other, hardly touching each
other, just looking at each other and wondering how we got to that point. I
fell asleep in his bed, but not hugging him but a simple pillow. When he
finished, he simply went into the bathroom, took a shower and left the
room.
I suppose that the minutes of forgiveness had come to an end, and the truth
is that I did not have the body to start thinking about all that. My feelings
were on the surface and I just wanted to close my eyes, close them and not
analyze what had happened, because if I did, I would realize that everything
that had happened had been clouded by a veil of coldness, there had been
no love, no, just carnal relief; we had let our feelings and emotions hide in
an unreachable corner of our souls to let the most primitive take their place.
I would have liked Nicholas to hug me tightly, to hold me in his arms and
tell me that everything was going to be alright; however, he left and I did
not see myself with the strength to go after him. Letting sleep and
exhaustion take over, I closed my eyes and let myself go.
(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._)
Be ready for chapter 15 guys...
CHAPTER 15:NICK

CHAPTER 15
NICK
I regretted it the moment I walked out of that room. He had succumbed,
he had fallen into temptation, he had taken another bite of the forbidden
apple and the consequences, he was sure, were going to be terrible. My
heart ached, if that was possible. The pain was so strong and so deep that I
had to force myself to stay away from her. I locked myself in my office, I
tried by all means to pretend that Noah wasn't in my bed, I tried to forget
about his naked body, his hands caressing each other, his mouth giving me
pleasure... he had done it so well, so well that for an instant it made me
even angry. Would he have done it to others? That thought drove me crazy.
It didn't matter that in bed she would have seemed the same as always... The
same pure Noah that I had known had slept with another being with me.
Who said I hadn't done it with more being separated Noah in the hands of
another...fuck, I needed to get out of there, I needed to forget about the
feeling of having her under me, how soft her skin was, how sweet she was.
they were his kisses. The scent of her still haunted me, even after I
showered. Suddenly the apartment seemed small to me, and my body only
seemed to want to enter that room and finish with what it had left
unfinished. I put on some sweatpants, a white Nike T-shirt, and my sneakers
and went for a run in Central Park. It was barely five in the morning, but
there were already people playing sports in its streets. I didn't hang around
too much, I didn't even warm up, I just ran, ran and wished with all my
might that when I got home Noah had already left, that he would comply
with what he had asked of him, that he would disappear from my life. Did
you want me to do it? Yes. That was the only thing that was clear to me.
Being with her hurt too much and I didn't see myself with the strength to
forgive what he did, I just wasn't capable. I got home two hours later and
everything seemed the same as when I left. I went into the room and found
her again between my sheets. She was asleep on her stomach, the sheet
covering her only half way, so her bare back was screaming for me to caress
her until she woke up. She would kiss her, make love to her slowly, and
then we would go to have breakfast at one of the best coffee shops in the
city. I would buy her chocolate, I would show her all the corners that this
city seemed to hide and then, when she was tired of sightseeing, we would
return here and once again I would sink between her legs and make her
scream my name until she was out of breath. I had to slap myself back to
reality: none of that was going to happen, all of that had ended that night
when I discovered that I had been in the arms of another man. I went to the
bathroom and took a cold shower. Coming out of it, wearing only gray
pajama pants, I found her sitting up, her back leaning against the headboard
and the sheet held tightly in her hands, covering any hint of nudity. Her
eyes looked at me doubtfully, as if she had no idea what to do. I bent down
and picked up the white T-shirt that was lying on the floor. I tossed it to him
for him to catch. "Get dressed," I ordered, trying to sound calm, trying to
control myself. Noah seemed to hesitate and when I looked at his face, his
disheveled hair and that mouth that he wanted to bite hard, I had to force
myself to leave that room. I went straight to the kitchen, picked up my cell
phone, and called Steve. He had moved to the city and lived in apartments
not far from there. My father had insisted that he work for me from now on,
and I had been glad to have someone I trusted to watch my back.
"I need you to take her out of here," I said, noticing the desperation in my
voice. Steve sighed on the other end of the line and I knew he would do as
he asked. He owed me. I shouldn't have taken her to my apartment to begin
with. I hung up the phone, made coffee, and a minute later she appeared in
the kitchen. She hadn't dressed, at least not in her clothes. She was wearing
my white T-shirt, which reached above her knees, but she seemed to have
been through the bathroom, since her hair was not so disheveled and her
face looked fresh and clean, without traces of kisses from yesterday. "I
called Steve to come pick you up," I told her as she poured me a cup of
coffee. He tried to speak calmly, as if that was what was expected of me, as
if throwing out the person I was in love with was the most normal thing in
the world. "I don't want to go," she replied in a whisper. I noticed her, the
way she had changed after our breakup. She was so thin...she had lost so
much weight that last night when he saw her body he had been afraid of
breaking it. She was no longer the Noah that I remembered, the brave girl,
the one who stood up to me at all hours, the one who made my life much
more interesting. Her fights with her had always been brutal and now...she
seemed to have a scared fawn in front of me and that only pissed me off
even more. "What are you up to, Noah?" I asked, my voice cooling. I didn't
want to get to the point where I lost control of myself and released all the
pent up anger that I knew was still buried inside me, but I needed to make
him understand that nothing was going to change. There is nothing you can
say or do to change what happened. Last night was good, but what we did
can be given to me by any other, I'm not interested in playing this game
with you. "You're still in love with me," she stated, taking a step forward.
He meant to touch me and I stepped back, disgusted with myself, disgusted
for letting things get out of hand last night. I didn't want to give him false
hope, that was not my intention. "I was in love with you," I pointed out
calmly, "I was, Noah, in the past tense." You cheated on me and there may
be couples who can forgive what you did, but you know me well enough to
know that I'm not like everyone else. "And I am her," she replied, hugging
herself almost unconsciously. You can't pretend that what happened a few
hours ago hasn't affected you the way it has affected me... I saw it in your
eyes, Nicholas, I saw it last night and I saw it on Jenna's wedding day: you
still have feelings for me, You keep... "What do you want me to tell you,
Noah?" I exclaimed furiously. It wasn't really her that I was angry with, but
with myself, angry that I hadn't been able to contain myself, angry that I
had fallen not once but twice, angry that I couldn't hide, despite all my
efforts, that I still had feelings for that girl. -. It is very clear that you know
how to play this game much better than me. Noah blinked blankly. -I'm not
playing anything, I just want... he didn't finish the sentence, but he didn't
have to do it either, because he knew perfectly well what he wanted from
me. "You should go," I said a few seconds later. I picked up the mug in
front of me and turned to put it in the sink, an excuse not to keep looking at
her face. "How do you do it?" she asked me then and her tone made me turn
to face her again. A flash of anger crossed his honey-colored eyes. Explain
to me how you can get on with your life, because I can't! This was
ridiculous. I no longer had a life, mine consisted of an endless work loop
where love no longer had a place. He was happy like that, without all the
sentimental burden. Love was shit, I gave it all up for love and look where
it got me. I knew that if I wanted to get her away from me once and for all,
if I wanted to make her understand that nothing was going to change, if I
wanted to see her walk out the door and never hurt me again, I was going to
have to be hard, I was going to have to dig into the wound. . I stared at her
and something that had gone unnoticed until then caught my attention: she
was wearing the silver pendant that she had given him for her eighteenth
birthday. I walked towards her without taking my eyes off her. My hand
went to the nape of her neck and found the clasp of her pendant with almost
no effort. Noah, lost in my gaze, didn't understand what he had done until I
took a step back, taking the pendant with me and putting it in my back
pocket.
"Give it back to me," he asked incredulously, not quite understanding what
he had just done. I clenched my jaw. "You have to stop clinging to
something that no longer exists, damn it. "Give me that pendant, Nicholas,"
she insisted between her teeth. "What for?" I asked then, raising my tone
and making her jump. Why the hell are you still wearing it? Are you trying
to stir up memories? Are you trying to undermine my sensitivity? You're
not succeeding. Noah blinked several times, surprised by my words, then
pushed hard into my chest. "Do you want to know why I'm wearing it?"
Her," she yelled furiously. She reminds me of you, just her," he said. Does it
bother you to hear it Well it's the damn truth, you heard me! I miss you! I
didn't want to hear the truth, not that truth at least, I didn't want to feel
guilty, I didn't want to admit out loud that I missed her too... Damn, I didn't
want to admit to myself that it hurt as much as it hurt to take something
away from her. that I gave her to take with her always, a gesture with which
I wanted to show how much I loved her. She needed to end this once and
for all. "I'm with someone," I announced, fixing my eyes on his. Noah froze
where she stood, the anger from before hers leaving her deep-set eyes as
she slowly absorbed my words. She seemed lost for a few seconds, but then
she seemed to find her voice to speak again. "What do you... what do you
mean?" I closed my eyes and ran a hand over my face in disgust. Did I have
to do this? Was it necessary? Was it necessary to hurt us even more? Yes, it
was. "I have a relationship, Noah, a relationship with Sophia. My words
seemed to hit her chest as if she had shot straight into her heart. Her eyes
widened at hearing that name of hers, and she looked at me as if she had
betrayed her, as if she had just gotten him out of her deceit at last. My hands
itched with the urge to hug her to my chest and tell her that it was a lie, but I
couldn't do that, I had to end it and better do it quickly, without a doubt. She
lowered her gaze to the floor and left it there, between the two of them. It
was dawn outside and the first rays of light flooded the flat, taking with
them the darkness of lies and the shadows of what we had done hours
before. It was already said, there was no turning back. When she looked at
me again, I knew that he had destroyed her. "It was always her, right." Her
voice broke three times...and my heart about three more. I felt anger at how
easily she believed my lie. Had I shown her so badly how much she had
loved her? Was it so easy to believe that and so difficult to think that only
she had existed for me, no one else? I clenched her fists tightly. "Yes," I said
loud and clear. I have been in love with Sophia since I met her, from the
very moment I laid eyes on her face; she is pretty, intelligent, we share the
same hobbies and ambitions. And I'm sorry, Noah, but with her, everything
is easier. There is no drama, there are no problems. Sophia is a woman, not
a girl. The sarcasm was so clear... boy was it clear, anyone listening might
have noticed.
Well, Noah apparently not. He clamped his mouth shut and blinked to clear
his eyes and get rid of the tears. "All this time..." he answered taking a step
towards me, as if to push me. He didn't make it, more like a feeble attempt
to talk sense into me. Now that I look back on it, I think it was at that
moment that we finished what we had both started: both broken, both
shattered... and the only way to fix it was out of the question. "It's better
that you go," I added with what little strength I still had left. He didn't even
look at me, he walked around me, walked away from me and disappeared
into my room. After that I just made sure Steve had dropped her off at the
hotel.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 16 guys...
PART 2 ....CH-16:NICK

SECOND PART
GETTING OVER IT OR......
SOMETHING LIKE THAT
CHAPTER 16
NICK
You could say that I was silly, stupid... or rather, that the little self-esteem
I had left was no longer enough to help me move on. Nick's words,
however, hit me deep. I believed them, just like that. After my stay in New
York, where I didn't leave my room until the day I had to go to the airport, I
came back to my apartment feeling like the most stupid and unhappy person
on Earth. Nick and Sophia...Sophia and Nick...damn how it hurt just
thinking about it and how it hurt that he had lied to me for so long. I wasn't
stupid, Nicholas had loved me, there was no doubt about that, not even the
best actor in the country could fake what he had felt for me, but it was easy
to imagine him falling in love with her. I arrived in Los Angeles devastated,
yes, but also cured of fear. In the last year not seeing Nick again until the
wedding had given me hope, had made me believe that if we did see each
other again he would no longer be able to ignore how he felt about me. I
had held on to a hot nail and finally realized that there was nothing left to
hold on to. When I went into my apartment I noticed that he had a missed
call from my mother. Surely he wanted to know if she had arrived safely
and although I knew he wouldn't dare ask me, he wanted to make sure that
my meeting with Nick after all this time had not destroyed me again.
Recovering my relationship with my mother had not been easy. In the
months after the breakup, I had not only had to face the fact that Nick had
gone and left me, but also an unfavorable family situation. That night, the
night of the Leisters' anniversary party, I discovered things that changed the
way I see things, my mother in particular, things that made me even hate
her with all my might. Talking to her again was difficult, at first I didn't
even want to see her, I absolutely refused to let her into my apartment. If it
hadn't been for Jenna's support I don't know how she would have gotten out
of that bottomless pit I fell into. A couple of months after Nick left for New
York, I decided to pick up his phone, and talking and talking... he ended up
explaining his version of the story to me. He explained to me that his
relationship with William began almost accidentally; she worked in a hotel
at the time, I was only six years old, and things with my father had already
started to get out of hand. One day they asked her to bring food to one of
the guests, something that was not her job, but one of her waitresses was
sick and she had to replace her. The guest turned out to be William, a
William Leister thirteen years younger, with the world in his hands, rich and
handsome and attractive; Just looking at Nick, I could understand what my
mother could have come to see in him. My mother at that time was barely
twenty-four years old, she had never in her life been with another person
apart from my father, from whom she had become pregnant with me when
she was very young; she hadn't been able to enjoy his youth, she had to be
responsible from the minute she found out she was going to have a baby.
When William started courting her, her world turned upside down, she had
never been treated like this, she had never been told such nice things, she
had never been given flowers... My father was an asshole, always was, even
before he came to lose the papers completely. They had an affair ever since,
an affair in which William did not learn of my existence or that of my father
until six years later. The relationship they had was extramarital, but William
believed that it was only because of his part. They saw each other very
occasionally, only when he traveled to Canada, and their meetings were
practically... well, you can imagine.
The night of D-Day, when they called her to say that I was in the hospital,
almost bleeding to death, was the same night that William found out
everything my mother had hidden from him. The blows had been hidden
with makeup, my father never hit him in the face or at least he tried to, all
so that no one would find out what was happening inside our house, and my
mother always told William to turn off all the lights. It was a shock to
William, something he had never dreamed of, that the woman who drove
him crazy, who had turned his world upside down, the woman he would
give up everything for, was married with a daughter, and on top of that the
bastard of her husband put his hands on her... From there everything got
complicated. Custody was taken from my mother, her guilt plunged her into
a terrible state; the mistreatment that she had been suffering at the hands of
my father plus the fact that they did not let her continue taking care of me...
She ended everything, with William and with the world, she began to drink,
to such an extent that she had to undergo a cure detox that William paid for.
After months in treatment, months in which I had to be in a foster home,
they allowed her to have me again. My mother didn't want to see Will
again, never again, she told herself, she was never going to make the same
mistake again. From that moment she swore to live for and for me. "I've
never been able to forgive myself for what happened that night, Noah," my
mother confessed in a strangled voice. Your father had never laid his hands
on you, and I...I was stupid, I was blinded by the love I felt for Will, who at
that time was the only thing besides you that kept me going. We saw each
other so little, and when we did I was so happy, I felt so special... so alive.
William was only going to be in town that night, and I needed to see
him...he needed it almost as much as he needed air to breathe. That day I
held the phone to my ear and kept thinking that what my mother was telling
me was the same thing I had felt with Nick. I understood her, I understood
at least that need to escape from her and I was aware that she shouldn't
condemn her forever either: she had always been there for me, she
sacrificed herself so that she could study, so that she could have a better
life. In the end I forgave her, I had to, she was my mother. It's not that the
relationship had improved to the point of going back to the way it was
before, but at least I came home, we ate together, I cried... I cried a lot, she
hugged me and told me she was sorry and she was sorry for what had
happened. past with nick I told myself that my thing with Nicholas had
been real, life could have separated us because of problems and lack of
trust, but it had been. After leaving the suitcases on my bed I went to touch
the pendant that had served as an anchor all that time and when I
remembered that it was no longer there, I dropped my hand next to my side
with regret. I had to keep going; after all, he had already done it.
The next few months were better than he had expected. College, classes and
work allowed me to focus on other things. I never heard from Nicholas
again, at least not firsthand, because the news that Nicholas Leister was
dating Senator Aiken's daughter soon filled pages in some newspapers.
Seeing them together, holding hands, hurt me. How could it not hurt? But it
also helped me transform my sadness into rancor and also into cold
distancing. I told myself that this was for the best, that I didn't care at all...
obviously I was deluding myself, but it got me through the days and weeks.
It was easier that way. Before I knew it, Thanksgiving holidays were right
around the corner, and after thinking about it a lot and having left my
mother hanging the year before, she had told him that she would go. I had
to leave the next day for William's house and it was just over an hour away,
an hour that I would spend listening to music and doing numbers about
what I had to pay at the end of the month and how I was going to be able to
buy the new book that they asked us for class. of law. Luckily the apartment
was paid for. I had refused to allow William to continue paying my monthly
payment and I had to start looking for a new apartment, but the landlady
informed me that the year had been paid for: Briar, or rather her parents,
had paid two years in advance and had not paid for it. They had complained
when she left, so I was able to stay in her place and another new partner
soon arrived. Although the subject of the flat was covered, at least for now,
he was barely making ends meet. I had gotten a job at a cafeteria on
campus, but two days ago my boss had told me that he was not going to
renew my contract. They had opened another bar two blocks away and we
had lost a lot of customers, so they had to cut staff and I had been the last to
arrive. So I was going to have to start mobilizing and fast. Since I was
going to spend the weekend at my mother and Will's house, I took the small
suitcase out of the closet and absently put some clothes in it. It's not like I
was going to dress up too much, and if not, I'd throw out what I had in my
other closet. I did pack my law books, the exam would be just after the
holidays and I was going to have to study, much to my regret. I hated that
subject, I don't know if it was because it reminded me of Nicholas or just
because memorizing laws wasn't my thing, but gosh, it put me in a foul
mood! I had to take it as mandatory, it focused mostly on copyright and
image rights and all that stuff, and I was looking forward to the day when I
could forget about all that bullshit that I could easily Google if tomorrow I
needed them. Since I hadn't used the suitcase since I'd gone to the
Hamptons for Jenna's wedding, I wasn't surprised to find things still tucked
in there, like a toothbrush I thought I'd lost, a pair of black lace panties, my
waterproof mascara and, to my surprise, a name card for Lincoln Baxwell.
On the card it said that he was a lawyer, publicist and responsible for
communities. He remembered it, he was one of Jenna's friends, he was at
her wedding and he was quite nice. If I remembered correctly, he had given
me the card in case I was ever interested in working in the sector. Wow, I
couldn't believe it! I had completely forgotten about his proposal, especially
since Nicholas had come over and made an off-hand comment, forcing me
to walk away from the two of them.
I had no idea what kind of job I could offer a nineteen-year-old college girl
like me, but there was nothing to lose by trying. I looked at my wristwatch
and saw that it was too late to call, so I decided I would call in the morning
on my way to Will's and if the world didn't hate me as much as it seemed,
maybe I'd have a job sooner than later. imagined. The next morning it was
quite cold, and the heating in my car was not that great. My mother had
been very urging me to use my Audi again, but she didn't feel comfortable
with the idea. She had insisted that it had been a gift, that it was mine, and
that if she didn't use it, it was because she was too proud. Maybe he was
right, my stroller was almost on its last legs and there was no way I was
going to be able to afford a new car, so I would take advantage of this trip
to make the change. After all, it was true that it had been a gift, and the car
was just parked there, and damn it, it was an Audi. Once I was on the
highway and judged the time to be reasonable, I nervously decided to call
Lincoln Baxwell. At first it rang several times and when I was about to
hang up a woman he said good morning. "Good morning, I'd like to speak
with Lincoln Baxwell." I'm Noah Morgan, William Leister's stepdaughter,"
I said a little with a small mouth. I wasn't used to using Will's name to open
doors for me, but it wasn't the thing to make me fussy. -A second, please.
Mr. Baxwell took me in a few minutes later. "Sorry I'm late, Noah, right?"
Baxwell apologized politely and friendly, a behavior that suited his attitude
at the party. I was embarrassed to tell him why I was calling, but look, he
had given me the card for a reason, right? "Good morning, Mr. Baxwell."
Yes, I'm Noah Morgan, we met..." "At Jenna Tavish's wedding, yes, yes, I
remember her, you're Nicholas Leister's stepsister, right?" I closed my eyes
for a second. "Yeah, that's me," I stated with a bit of sarcasm. "Okay, Noah,
calm down." "How can I help you?" It was time to beg, so to speak. -I
called him precisely because the day we spoke at the wedding the project he
had in mind seemed quite interesting to me... LN... -Here is the moment to
doubt. "LRB," she clarified helpfully. Damn, I could have at least learned
my name, I'm sure he'd think I was stupid. -Yes, excuse me, LRB, because
the truth is that I would love to be able to accept his offer to work in an
important company that is about to open. I've barely gotten any internship
off campus and would like to try out various industries before settling on a
specialization... It was clear what I wanted, wasn't it?" Mr. Baxwell nodded,
delighted. "No problem, Noah, I'll pull some strings and have my secretary
call you." The truth is that I'm surprised you called me, but I'll be delighted
to have you on my team, you sure are a hard-working girl. I would like you
to send my secretary your academic certificate, your class schedule, as well
as any type of reference that you have been able to obtain. My sector is
purely commercial, I need a good team that is willing to make my life
easier, so if you are good with paperwork we can arrange something for you
to work a few hours a day without interrupting your university schedule, is
that okay with you? I was almost screaming with joy, God, how easy it had
been, I couldn't believe it! Okay, yes, she could have asked Will for the
favor, but it was better that way; besides, it was Baxwell who gave me the
card, right? I said goodbye after thanking him, almost colliding with the car
in front of me at a red light, so distracted and happy I was. I was no longer
unemployed!

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 17 guys...
CHAPTER 17:NICK

CHAPTER 17
NICK
I stared at my computer screen, not really knowing how to feel, since it
all still seemed completely crazy to me. It was an email from Anne,
Maddie's social worker; In it he explained to me that since there was no
longer any doubt as to who my sister's father was and after the legal actions
that my father had initiated against my mother for having hidden it for
years, he had finally been given custody, and the visits that I previously had
arranged to visit my sister were canceled and it was my parents who had to
give me permission or not to see her; those same parents who had lied to
both me and my sister, making her believe that her father was not her father
and then blurting out that everything she had thought she knew so far was
as big a lie as her house in Las Vegas. When I found out about all this I was
happy, damn, of course I was happy, my sister was finally mine, completely,
not half-sister or half-sister. I had always hated thinking that having a
different father didn't belong to me completely, I hated the visiting hours
and Grason's bad faces every time he took Maddie with me. It was clear that
things were going to be much easier now, or so I thought. My sister did not
understand anything; what's more, the few times my father had gone to visit
her, he had wept for her until he was breathless. She didn't want to go with a
stranger, she didn't want to leave her house, she didn't want to know
anything about her new dad. I sighed putting my hand to my head. Right
now I was Maddie's go-between with my father, who seemed to have lost
any practice when it came to young children. Actually, it's not that he never
had much patience, you just had to see the relationship he had with me.
What did surprise me was his effort and determination to try to win his
affections. My father did not hesitate for a moment to put all the papers in
motion so that they would give him joint custody and make it clear that
Madison Grason was now Madison Leister. It wasn't all resolved yet... not
even close, but the one who was suffering the most was Mad, and that got
on my nerves. Her father, well, the one who supposedly had been her father
for more than five years, had washed his hands of it, he didn't want to know
anything about my mother or the girl he had seen grow up. The son of a
bitch hadn't even wanted to be part of the adaptation process that my sister
had to undergo. We had to explain to her in a very delicate but clear way
that her father was no longer her father and that now she had a new one
who loved her very much. What usually happens in these cases is that the
father who is not a biological father fights for the custody of who he has
believed to be his daughter until now, at least he fights to continue being
part of her life and, needless to say, to follow by her side for as long as she
needed. But that was not what had happened, and my sister just kept
repeating that she loved her father, hers, her real father, and that she did not
understand why she had stopped loving her and had given her away. to a
different dad. My sister was irritable and she had gone from being that
adorable and perpetually smiling child to becoming a hurt and resentful
child towards everyone. My mother had moved to the city, she had left Las
Vegas and was living in a nice apartment downtown, and Maddie hadn't
quite finished adjusting to so many changes. The only one she seemed to
want to see was me and the only one she called late at night to get to sleep.
She was scared, she didn't like her new house, she said, her toys weren't the
same anymore, her friends were far from her and she didn't want to go to
that ugly school she was going to now : she wanted to live with me; yes,
that was what she told me every time I spoke to her on the phone.
"When are you coming to get me, Nick?" she would ask me, pouting. When
are we going to go to the Ferris wheel? When will my dad come back?
When will mommy be the same as before? Ok, she lacked for nothing, she
ate and was healthy, but what about everything else? I kept reading the
email in which Anne told me that my father had asked Maddie to spend
Thanksgiving with him and the family. her. The judge had agreed to let
them choose the parties and my mother had agreed. Anne would say
goodbye to me, saying that from now on the visits were over and that, if she
had any doubts about my little sister, she should talk to my father; He had
also sent me an email and in it he asked me to please spend the holidays at
his house. He was saying that Maddie was going to adjust much better
having me there and that we needed to do the best we could for her. To be
honest, he hadn't had the slightest intention of dropping me off at that house
for any kind of party. As far as I was concerned, family meals, get-
togethers, and everything else like her had ceased to make sense. Was I
going to sit at a table across from someone who had lied to me for years,
with the woman who caused my parents' divorce and my mother's
abandonment? Nothing. Also, just going there caused me pain and not only
because of my childhood memories, but because of much more painful ones
that ended up blurring old memories. For me, that house meant seeing Noah
everywhere: going downstairs in his pajamas or going downstairs dressed
up in pretty dresses and high-heeled sandals to, upon reaching his feet,
throw himself into my arms to kiss passionately afterwards... Noah in the
kitchen eating breakfast, Noah in his room, asleep, that time when I walked
in for the first time and realized that just seeing her made my heart race...
Noah in my bed, naked, the first time I made love to her. love, the first time
we made love, both of us, because it was also the first time for me, the first
time I truly loved. I didn't know much about her, just what Lion told me
from time to time, but what was clear was that she knew about me, of
course, if I had become a target for press photographers, who were
persecuting us relentlessly. cease. Not only had I been in the fucking
magazines because of my relationship with Sophia, but also because of the
company layoffs. In many newspapers they had labeled me as mean and
heartless and that, added to everything else, had me very stressed. I always
knew that running this business would not be easy, nothing as big as my
grandfather's company was going to be easy to run, but now that all the
information was available to anyone, now that people seemed to be aware
of absolutely everything ... That was the worst thing, intimacy, not being
able to do my business without people who had no fucking idea starting to
comment and take out stupid articles. Yes, he had had to lay off a lot of
people, yes, he had had to close two companies, but he had also opened
one, one in which many of those laid off would go to work in less than a
month, a company that would provide much more employment in the
future, with much more decent salaries than those they had been earning up
to then due to few resources and poor management. Explain that to people
just looking for a good headline. I turned away from the computer. I would
call my father the next day to tell him that he would spend the holidays
there. What other option did I have? My sister was the most important thing
in my life right now, she was the only person to whom I had to show my
best face, I had to take care of her and make her see that she could still trust
the elders. Maddie was already seven and a half years old, she was getting
older, and she understood things more and more, she was more and more
perceptive, she could no longer be fooled with ice creams and toys. What
she had suffered these months had marked her and made her mature in a
childish way and had made her reluctant to trust others.
I left my office and went to get a glass of water. It was late, and he was
wide awake, he needed to do something. I walked into my room a few
minutes later and stared at Sophia's bare back. She should have left by
now... the first rule was that we didn't sleep together, and that rule seemed
more diffuse with each passing day. I sat on the small sofa in front of the
bed and watched her: her dark hair on my pillow, her curves under the white
silk sheets... She was very beautiful and determined as hell, but in a rather
peaceful way. ...was not an earthquake that would destroy everything within
its reach, but rather someone who would destroy everything based on
words, arguments and big seductive smiles. I liked her, of course I liked her,
she was not stupid, she was a cheerful girl, from a good family, intelligent,
determined and quite good in bed; on that subject we were almost at the
same level: I dominated on certain occasions and she on others. Sophia
would be a perfect girlfriend, a perfect life partner, she would be that kind
of woman who is always there, who supports you and gives advice, who
hugs you when you need it and who kisses you until you are breathless; She
would be a good mother too, a working mother, of course, the kind of
mother who sees to it that her children go to the best school, that they are
always well cared for, well dressed and very healthy, the kind of mother
who knows everything but at At the same time, she doesn't know anything,
that kind of mother who arrives late at night, when the children are already
asleep, and goes to tuck them in and give them a kiss before sitting down to
rest. Sophia was all of that and more...but she wasn't Noah.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 18 guys...
CHAPTER 18:NOAH

CHAPTER 18
NOAH
I got to Will's house around eleven in the morning, just in time to have
something nice and hot for breakfast. My mother came out to greet me,
wrapped in a crocheted shawl that she supposed was much more expensive
than it looked. She had the shortest blonde hair since the last time I saw her,
roughly shoulder length, and her blue eyes looked up at me with fondness
and anticipation as I got out of the car and walked over to say hello. I went
up the steps and let him hold me. She hadn't been back to that house in
ages, specifically since before she broke up with Nick. Whenever my
mother and I had seen each other, it had been in my apartment or in some
nice restaurant. Memories with Nick haunted me, and that's why I had
avoided this place with all my might. Now I had two days to spend with my
mother and her husband, but at least I could rest easy with the possibility of
Nick coming to celebrate the holidays with us: he hated being there; Even
before, when we were together, it was a continuous dispute for him to
come. Nicholas would not spend Thanksgiving with his father; better for
me. I went into the kitchen, where Will was talking friendly to Prett. She
this she hugged me with an affable smile and he smiled at me too,
approached me and gave me a hug that seemed much more comforting than
he had expected. I couldn't help but remember what my mother had told me
about him and, even though he had been the person with whom my mother
cheated on my father, he had known how to take care of her, he had made
her happy at a very dark of his life; I didn't even want to stop and think
about what might have happened if William hadn't put my mom in that
facility so she could recover, she would most likely have ended up
stumbling through life trying to get by after being mistreated. for years and
her daughter would have been taken from her for mistreatment. Surely I
would have spent much more time in foster homes and perhaps I would
never have been able to return to her. We spent the morning catching up, I
still didn't want to tell anyone about my layoff, I didn't want to see my mom
roll her eyes or Will start to talk me into just focusing on studying,
promising he was proud to be able to help me financially So we talked
about other things and when the trivial topics were over, a comment from
Will piqued my interest in a significant way. -I've had to fight a lot so that
my daughter can spend the holidays with me and finally, when I do, I
realize that I have no idea what I have to do to win her over. «Oh... Maddie,
damn it, was it still a sticky topic or not?» I looked at my mother, who
seemed relaxed, much more relaxed than that damn night when all the
truths agreed to come out. almost at the same time. "Is Maddie going to
spend the holidays here?" I asked a little casually. The last I heard from my
mother on the subject was that Will already had custody and they were
looking at how to make the girl understand what had happened. "It's time to
make up for lost time," Will answered, getting up from the table and
smiling kindly at me. He left the kitchen, but not before kissing my mother
on the cheek. I took the opportunity to investigate a little more. "What's
going on, Mom," I asked, raising the coffee cup to my lips. My mother sat
across from me and sighed deeply. -William feels guilty for everything that
has happened. He wants to organize his life once and for all... Now
everything is upside down, I don't think anyone likes to discover from one
day to the next that he has a seven-year-old daughter with her crazy ex-
wife. I widened my eyes a little surprised. My mother spoke in a tone that
she had never used before, at least when I was around. He knew that it had
been a hard blow for her. The years after what happened with me, her
relationship with William was not dreamy; in fact, they behaved like a
rather unstable couple: they saw each other and argued and cut up several
times; however, discovering that during that time she had impregnated her
ex-wife would be something she would never recover from.
"How are you?" I asked her, feeling a little sorry for her. "When there are
children involved, it's always crap," she answered; she had to be having a
hard time to use a word like that. The girl understands absolutely nothing,
Will has done his best to win her over every time he has gone to visit her,
but Maddie wants nothing to do with her. Poor Mad... so small, so sweet, so
precious. She remembered all those times when she had accompanied Nick
to Las Vegas to pick her up and take her with us. Nick had always been a
real father to her: he adored her, she was her little girl, the only one with
whom he seemed to have infinite patience. It must have been horrible for
her to find out that her father was not her father. How do you say that to a
child? How do you explain it to him? Even for me it was difficult to
understand. Then something opened up in my mind, a quite logical
conclusion and one that put all my senses on alert. "Mom, isn't Nick
going..." My stomach clenched as my mother lifted her eyes from the table
to mine. Was she watching her slowly and painfully panicked? "Relax,
Nicholas hates staying here, I know William has invited him over for the
holidays, like every year, but I doubt he'll accept." His answer didn't
convince me, especially if his sister was involved. "How many days does
Maddie stay here?" I asked, trying to calm the pounding of my heart. -
Weekend. Nick was coming...and he was staying. Shit, I would have to see
it again. Thanksgiving morning was cold and rainy. The sky was quite
cloudy and I was sad to know that the sun would be hidden on a day like
that. In Canada, Thanksgiving Day was celebrated in October instead of
November and there was a better chance that the weather would still be
more or less good. I woke up early, too early, and put on a warm lavender
robe and my house slippers. My mother had told me that we would be a few
to eat, and among the guests there would be a couple friends of Will's with
his young children. At least Maddie will have someone to play with, I
thought to myself. He hadn't confirmed that Nick was staying, so I tried to
convince myself that he would come, leave his sister and go off with his
new girlfriend or move on with his mega-entrepreneur superprojects. I went
down to the kitchen for breakfast and found Prett quite busy. She was
taking a look at the turkey which, as I well knew, should have been in the
oven for a couple of hours already. On the kitchen counter were potatoes,
peas, spices, and all kinds of food, ready to be cooked. "Hello, Prett," I
greeted with a smile, sitting across from her and inhaling that exquisite
aroma. The cook wiped her hands on her apron and smiled warmly at me. I
always knew he liked her, even though she took Nicholas's side in our
arguments. He had come to her many times to rant about him, especially
during our first months of courtship. Prett had been cooking for the Leisters
for many, many years, ever since Nick was a boy, and the woman knew him
quite well. In fact, she spoiled him, something that occasionally made me
desperate. -May I help you? I didn't mind cooking; What's more, I liked
doing it, especially on special days like that. At first she said it was not
necessary, that she could, but I insisted and two hours later we were both
super busy, peeling potatoes, boiling water to make the puree or kneading
the dough to make the pumpkin and apple pie, among many other things .
The morning flew by and when almost everything was ready Prett served
two separate glasses of cider with which we toasted a job well done and
also served some delicious cheese scones: we deserved it, we had cooked
like true professionals.
When I noticed the time, I jumped up and got off the bench. If I wanted to
be presentable before the guests arrived I had better hurry. So I said good-
bye to Prett, assuring her that I would come down to give her one last hand
with the turkey as soon as she was ready. Since it smelled of food and
spices, I had the luxury of filling the bathtub and adding the lemon and
mango scented salts that I loved so much. Meanwhile, I went into my
dressing room to choose what I could wear. I found a burgundy skirt, with a
little flare, tied at the waist with two black straps. It was pretty and I
combined it with a light blouse, tight to the body and with little buttons on
the back. When I went down to the living room, I saw that my mother was
just then receiving the first couple of guests and her children, eight-year-old
twins, both with their blond hair combed back and dressed in light blue
shorts and a tie. Her parents were familiar to me from having seen them in
other meetings; I guessed that they must be very close to Will, because my
mother received them with such enthusiasm. I must have known them too,
since they came up and greeted me very cordially. For my part, I forced a
smile that didn't fade until they left for the living room, where the rest of the
guests were. In those moments the doorbell rang again and to escape from
them, I went to open the door myself, without thinking. Eyes the color of
deep ice locked on mine as soon as I opened it. I froze, not saying anything,
just watching him like a silly, impressionable girl. I felt endless conflicting
emotions: longing, desire, resentment, love... crowding my chest and
making me almost speechless. It had been over three months since I'd last
seen him, but they seemed like a breath to me as I realized how vividly I
remembered everything we'd done that last night. I felt myself getting hot
just thinking about it and mentally encouraged myself to block out any type
of thought not recommended for those under eighteen. Damn. He looked
incredible... He was dressed in dark jeans and a white shirt, with the first
two buttons undone, and gray Converse. His expression was surprised, it
was clear that he didn't expect to see me there at all. Next to him was his
sister, who came to his waist. Her little hand was hidden behind Nick's big
one, her seven-year-old girl's body was covered by a Scottish gray dress
with red and white stripes. She was wearing black patent leather shoes and
a red headband, matching her dress. All of this scrutiny lasted only a few
seconds, because as soon as Maddie recognized me she broke free of Nick's
hand and jumped into my arms. "Noah!" Her," she yelled excitedly, hugging
my legs and wrapping her arms around her waist. For an instant my eyes
met Nick's, who had already changed his initial expression of astonishment
to a cold impassive mask. My hands automatically went to Maddie's well-
combed curls and I summoned all my strength to look away from him. -Hi
gorgeous! -I greeted her noticing how big she was since the last time I saw
her. That girl was going to be a true beauty when she grew up and now that
I knew she was Will's daughter, I could see those features that I also saw in
Nick and that I had mistakenly attributed to her mother... Now I had no
doubt, those eyes so big and Those mile-long lashes were Will's features,
she was sure. Nicholas's mother was too blonde to have those eyelashes and
she would put her hand on fire because hers were false.
Maddie separated from my legs and with a smile she looked at Nick and me
alternately, as if waiting for something. I tensed as Nick stepped forward,
placing one of his big hands on my waist as he brushed his lips against my
cheek. It was a fleeting kiss, barely a touch against my skin, but all the hair
on my body stood on end. "Happy Thanksgiving, Noah," he said as soon as
he was away from me. "Happy Thanksgiving, Noah!" Maddie yelled then,
jumping up and down and holding onto my hand tightly. She already
understood what that was about: Nick didn't want his little sister to find out
what was going on between us or rather how he could barely look at me
without her face contorting in disgust. Maddie had seen us together many
times, she had seen how Nick hugged me, how he kissed me, how we
laughed... Nick had told Maddie thousands of times that we were his girls,
his favorite girls and that he loved us madly. Now the tension could be cut
with a knife, as well as the coldness. Indeed, the kiss that he had just given
me was most false and forced. He had no idea if the girl would notice, but if
he expected to see the same deal as before, he was sorely mistaken. I
frowned, annoyed. He wasn't going to pretend in front of her, he wasn't
going to go through that. Nicholas had hurt me, yes, I hurt him too, but at
least I always had my feelings clear. I'm sorry, Noah, but with her
everything is easier. There is no drama, there are no problems. Sophia is a
woman, not a girl. I pressed my lips together hard and gave him a
poisonous look; then I forced a smile and pulled Maddie into the house.
Nicholas followed me in, took off his black coat, and hung it on the coat
rack. Maddie, when she entered, no longer seemed so smiling, and her little
face contracted into a grimace that ranged from fear to disgust. I knelt next
to her and took off her little red coat. I held out my arm to give it to
Nicholas, who took it and hung it next to his. Then Will and my mother
appeared in the hall. Nick walked over to Maddie, who stepped between us,
tucking her little head behind my body. She suddenly seemed nervous and
shy. "Hi, Maddy!" my mother greeted her, approaching us. I am Noah's
mom. Can I see that beautiful dress you're wearing? Upon hearing that she
was my mother, Maddie raised her eyes to me, and I smiled at her calmly,
as if encouraging her to come out of her hiding place. "Are you Noah's
mommy?" she asked, looking her up and down and peeking out a bit
curiously. "Yes, I'm his mom and I'm also married to your dad, to Will," she
answered as he walked towards us. Will's nerves were in the air; I had never
seen him like this and I assumed that this weekend was very important to
him. Maddie raised her little blue eyes to her father, then pouted. "He's not
my dad. Her voice was sharp. My goodness, seven years old and she could
already freeze four adults with her words! So Nick decided to intervene. He
leaned down, took Maddie into her arms, and began to tickle her. The girl
got distracted and started laughing. Will, for his part, seemed to recover
from the shock of his daughter rejecting him so openly and forced a smile
to his lips. -Let's eat! Him," he suggested cheerfully. There's food for a
regiment, so I hope you eat your fill! We all went to the living room, where
the other guests were. Maddie seemed pleased to see that there were two
children to play with, and she ran off to the remote-controlled train that Will
had lowered for the children to play with, and she sat down to watch them
drive the little trains. I noticed that Will couldn't take his eyes off Maddie
and wondered what he would do to earn his daughter's acceptance.
I was about to follow her to sit with them when Nick caught my elbow and
led me back into the hall, pulling me away from the group. "Are you
staying for the weekend?" she asked me, and I knew from her expression
that she was as amused as it was to me to be together again under the same
roof. "I'm leaving on Monday, I have a law exam on Tuesday," she
explained, as if she were interested. The truth is that now that he was in
front of him again, I couldn't stop thinking about the last words we had
shared and the photos I had seen of him with Sophia. The rage that I felt
inside and that I had tried to bury deep inside my being resurfaced,
preventing me from keeping myself under control. "They should have told
me about this," he said more to himself than to me. His words annoyed me.
He wasn't the only one who was uncomfortable with that situation. I went to
leave, wanting to get away from him, but he held me by the arm again. I
hated his touch and yanked hard to free myself. I stood in front of him and
saw that he was looking at me in a strange way, somewhere between
embarrassed and annoyed. "Before entering the room..." he began saying
without looking me in the eye, "you should know that my sister doesn't
know anything about our breakup. Just as I had predicted. "You haven't told
your sister we're not together," I accused, holding on to the anger I felt. -
She is a child, she would not understand. I looked up at the ceiling with a
snort. "So what's your plan, huh, Nicholas? Pretend nothing happened. I
think we've already tried that and it didn't work." Damn, I shouldn't have
mentioned our racy meeting in New York, but that's not exactly what I
meant. Nicholas's gaze shifted almost involuntarily from him to my body
and then to my face, making him slightly altered, something he covered by
running his hand through his hair. When he turned to me he seemed a bit
nervous and worried. -I know I shouldn't ask you, but I don't want to tell
him, not now at least, not when his parents have separated and now he has
to adjust to his new family... -I calmed down a bit seeing him so
overwhelmed ; Anguish was reflected in his eyes and I knew why: his little
sister, that adorable girl, was suffering. Maddie is crazy about you, she
hasn't stopped asking me about you and I just... "You've hidden the truth
from her," I finished for him. "A nice way of saying I lied to you, but yes,"
he said, smiling slightly. I looked at his lips... I didn't remember when was
the last time he had smiled at me and for a moment I got lost in that smile.
"Listen, I'm not trying to fake anything, okay? Let's just try to get along this
weekend, for Maddie's sake and for us." I promise not to behave like a
bastard. I bit my lip nervously. Getting along, was that possible? I didn't
know if I would be able to do what he asked. Not when just looking at him
still caused me great pain, which was increased by knowing that he was in
love with another and that he had lied to me. I turned away from him and
looked into the living room. Maddie was alone, stranded in a family she
barely knew, and she reminded me of myself when I first came to that
house. "Okay," I said, avoiding his gaze. Let's get along. For Maddie. He
wanted to tell me something, but I turned my back on him, wanting to get
away from him. Returning to the living room, I realized that even though
our meeting had taken place in the hall, Will and my mother had noticed our
absence and were watching us expectantly to see our state of mind.
I ignored their questioning looks and hurried to sit at the table, where Prett
was already serving food. Nick did the same and turned to his sister who,
during those minutes we had been away, had burst into tears. "Don't leave
me here alone, Nick," she begged as he picked her up and sat her on her lap.
"I just had to say something to Noah, baby, but I'm here now. Do you want
to eat potatoes," she said warmly. I watched Nick with Maddie as he
patiently waited for the girl to eat. She had wiped away the tears that had
rolled down her cheeks with two soft kisses, which she reminded me of
those times when she would kiss all my tears away and then end up placing
her lips on mine. He said they got really soft when he cried... As if he had
read my thoughts, he raised his eyes and looked at me. I felt a knot in the pit
of my stomach and looked down at my plate. I fiddled with the food and
when dessert was brought out I could only take a couple of bites of the
pumpkin apple pie, which was delicious. After lunch we all returned to the
living room and as soon as we crossed the door Maddie almost ran out to
catch the remote control train and start playing with it. Nick sat on one of
the sofas while Thor, her dog, came to her feet so she could pat him behind
the ears. Without warning, N, our kitten, who had already grown into a big
ball of fur and had to be dragged out of the apartment because my new
roommate was allergic, jumped onto Nick's lap causing Thor to growl
angrily. Those two hadn't hit it off very well, but at least they tolerated each
other. Nick seemed surprised to see N there and I swear he looked at me
guiltily when his eyes met mine. After all, it had been our cat and he had
abandoned it. "My God... Who ate N?" he said, frowning as the cat lounged
around him, purring without remembering that he was our common enemy.
Traitor! Maddie left the little train and ran to play with the kitten. Now that
she was going to spend more time in this house, she was glad to know that
he was going to have a pet to entertain himself with. Nick looked up, and
before he could say or ask anything I was out of the living room and into
the kitchen. She didn't want to have to explain to him why she had ended up
losing him too. Ten minutes later, he had put my apron on and was chatting
amiably with Prett in the kitchen as he helped her dry the cutlery she was
washing. I was laughing, despite myself, at a story he was telling me about
Nicholas as a boy. "Once he couldn't think of anything else but to fill his
pockets with grasshoppers, dozens of tiny grasshoppers. When I took off his
clothes to bathe him, the nasty bugs escaped and, jumping, invaded the
bathroom, including the bathtub water. Steve and I took about three hours to
get the damn bugs out of the house. Fortunately, when the gentleman
returned, the boy was already in bed, fed and exhausted. I remember that
the gentleman even congratulated me for doing a good job in our attempt to
tame that little monster. If he only knew... I laughed imagining a little Nick,
with big blue eyes and wild hair, dressed in shorts and hunting grasshoppers
to perpetrate this mischief. He was sure -indeed, he would put his hands in
the fire- that his intention had been exactly that, to capture the attention of
Prett and Steve. I heard a throat clearing behind me and we both turned with
a start: there, leaning against the wall, he was and he didn't take his eyes off
me. I stopped laughing as soon as I saw him, though Prett kept smiling and
shaking his head. -Telling my mischief, Prett Dirty laundry is washed at
home, in private. You should be ashamed. "You left Steve and me dirty
every time you came back from the street, yes sir," she replied, turning back
to continue washing.
I fell in love with his gaze... There she was, half wet from the soap, her hair
haphazardly tied up in a loose bun while he watched me thoughtfully. "Are
you going back? People are starting to wonder where you're at." The people
or you, Nicholas, I wanted to ask, but I bit my tongue and took off my
apron. "God forbid I miss out on all that fun," I retorted sarcastically
walking over to the door and him. At that precise moment a sharp cry
resounded throughout the house. Nicholas rushed around me and made a
beeline for the drawing room, with me close on his heels. "We're older than
you, so we'll play first!" -Said one of the twins to Maddie, who was with
her little fists clenched on both sides of her body. She first looked at Nick,
and then at Will, as if wanting to see if the elders were listening to such
injustice. -That train belongs to my father, so I play first! Isn't that? Will
William stared at Maddie as if the words that had just come out of her
mouth weren't true. Nicholas and I looked at Mad in surprise, and my
mother smiled from where she was by the fireplace. Then it was Will's turn
to do something, and with that characteristic grace of his, he walked over to
the children, kneeling beside them, standing level with Maddie and smiling
warmly at her. "This train was mine since I was very little and then Nick
played with it, so since you haven't been able to enjoy it yet, it's time for it
to have a new owner." Will you take care of the train, Maddie Look, it's a
family heirloom, only the Leisters can run this train. Maddie seemed to be
absorbed in Will's words, she was listening to him attentively, and after her
question she nodded seriously. "So guys, the train is my daughter's, so if she
wants to play first you'll have to wait, although I know Maddie is good and
likes to share, isn't she Will sat up again and Mad looked up to observe him.
She nodded, then turned to the twins, who looked rather angry. -I let you
look, but nothing to touch! -clarified the girl very determined. Almost
everyone in the room burst out laughing. The afternoon passed
uneventfully, the children playing easily, and Nick and his father retired to
his office to discuss the company, so I chatted with my mother and her
friend. We were deep in conversation when suddenly we heard a door slam
and shouts from across the hall. "Fuck, I don't have to give you any more
explanations than the ones I've already given to the board!" I heard Nick's
voice protest. Do you think he wanted to do it? There was no choice! The
problem is that no one has had what it takes to make this decision and it
bothers you that now the name Leister is going to be associated with it. The
living room fell silent as Nick and his father appeared in the middle of an
argument. -You should have at least consulted with me, it is something very
risky. No, Nicholas, listen to me! Will yelled as his son opened her mouth to
interrupt him. If this doesn't go as planned, you'll bankrupt the company!
Both father and son looked at each other furiously and the noise of the little
train the children were playing with brought them out of the bubble in
which they were stuck. Nicholas seemed to be about to explode, he knew
him very well... The way he clenched his fists, the way he looked at his
father as if at any moment he was going to eat him alive. Then, sensing him
watching him, he gave me a cold look, the kind that makes your knees go
weak, and not sexually speaking.
"It's about time you trusted me," Nicholas said, then turned his back on us
all and slammed the door out of the house. I looked around the corner of the
room and noticed that Maddie was looking at us with wide eyes. She had no
idea what had pushed them to get into that argument, but she also had no
interest in witnessing anything else, much less swallowing looks that she
didn't deserve. I went to the corner and scooped Maddie into her arms. "Do
you want me to show you my room, Madella?" The girl nodded, although
she kept glancing towards the door through which her brother had
disappeared a moment before. I smiled at the guests still there and headed
up the stairs with Maddie perched on my hip. "Do you live here, Noah?"
She lived, honey...she lived.
(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
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CHAPTER 19:NICK

CHAPTER 19
NICK
I left my father's house and went to one of the many bars along the
seafront. With the weather I was sure they would be deserted and what I
needed at that moment was to be alone. I hadn't expected my father's
approval when I told him what I planned to do with the company, but I also
hadn't expected him to stand up to me the way he had. Since he had taken
me over the business, I had realized, after many meetings, charting, and
doing a lot of numbers, that there were several small businesses of the
corporation that were long overdue for liquidation. They just gave us
trouble and generated ridiculous income. At first almost no one had
supported my decision to put them up for sale, I wanted to liquidate them
anyway and, with the money obtained, open a new company with a more
modern visualization and a different approach. Most of the corporation's
businesses were running perfectly, managed by the best economic agents in
the country, and one of my jobs at the beginning had been to visit many of
the companies to make sure that the general policy of the Leisters was being
followed. Well, after months of working and after convincing the board, we
had decided to put up for sale what was giving us more losses than gains, so
not only was I facing numerous layoffs, but also the opening of a new
marketing company and telecommunications that would reorient the
economic strategy of Leister Enterprises to a place that we had not yet
exploited. It had been a difficult decision, but the right one, after all, and it
pissed me off that my father wasn't capable of trusting me, and on top of
that he believed that he could ruin the company. He handled the members of
the board without any problem, but it was one thing to face them as the boss
and quite another to face my father. And on top of that, Noah had witnessed
part of the discussion, which had put me in an even worse mood.
I ordered a whiskey and drank it in one gulp. That stupid lunch had gone
worse than she had imagined. I paid the bill and decided that she had to
come back. I shouldn't have walked away, not leaving Mad there, but as
much as it bothered me to admit it, I knew Noah was taking care of her and
my sister was fine. Of all the people I knew, the only one my sister would
confide in would be her, not even my father. Noah…I didn't know if the
truce we had agreed to had been a mistake. It was much easier to ignore
how he felt about her if he was angry. Talking to her like we had today, as
grown people, was too dangerous. Sometimes... many more times than I
would admit out loud, I imagined forgiving her, I saw myself forgetting
everything that happened, everything we did to each other and trying to
visualize what our life would be like now. But when I did, the memory of
the reason for our breakup would haunt me again and everything would be
erased, leaving only the hatred to which I had grown so well accustomed
over the last year. Damn Noah... damn him for messing everything up!
When I got to my father's house, I noticed that it was much later than I had
originally assumed. The lights were off and a deathly silence reigned
throughout the house except in the living room, whose light illuminated the
entrance slightly. I took off my jacket, left the keys at the entrance and went
there. Sitting on the floor with his back against the sofa was Noah. He had
changed into a comfortable sweater, had tied his hair up in a loose bun, and
was wearing black-rimmed glasses. He was immersed in reading, and a few
open books were scattered around him. I noticed that the fire in the
fireplace was dying down. "What are you doing?" I said quietly, walking
into the living room. Noah started and went to answer, but kept quiet as I
walked over to where she was sitting and picked up the book from between
her legs. Communication and Publicity Law, Volume I. "Study," he finally
answered coolly. I looked at her and analyzed her expression, I didn't want
her to feel uncomfortable in my presence. I knew that he had tolerated me
for Maddie that day and that it was probably best for both of us to spend as
little time together as possible, but right now what I needed was for Noah to
be Noah. "I see... Are you taking it that badly?" I said, turning my back on
him and putting more logs in the fireplace. I leaned over to make sure the
heat was concentrated in the center. Noah had set the logs too far apart and
he would never get a fire big enough to heat the room. As the flames flared
up, crackling and scorching hot, I sat up, brushed off her hands, and turned
back to her, who had been watching me intently. I noticed that her cheeks
were red from the heat. The truth is that it was not that cold, but Noah was
very chilly; I could remember how in the winter we had spent together she
would stick to me under the sheets to warm her frozen feet with my skin,
which always seemed to be very warm, especially when she was near her.
"Quite a lot," she said, returning her gaze to the books. Maddie fell asleep
in my bed, just so you know, in case you go upstairs and don't find her. I
nodded as I walked over to the couch near her and sat down. Noah was on
the ground, but even so, the distance between us allowed us to hold each
other's eyes.
"Thank you for taking care of her," I said, still keeping my distance. Noah
watched me warily, like someone being stalked by a large dog that might be
affectionate or might jump up and bite you without hesitation. -You are
welcome; in fact, it was Will who put on his pajamas and told him a story...
I nodded as I watched absorbed how his cheeks blushed at my scrutiny.
"Then they tried to get her to sleep in her new room," he continued, and I
leaned forward, distracted by the way her lips moved, "but she insisted that
she wanted to sleep with me, she He has asked a lot about you. You
shouldn't have left. "I needed to think," I excused myself, noticing
something that had gone unnoticed until then: on her left cheek, near her
eye, there was a whitish scar, straight, as if she had cut herself on
something. What is that you have there? I asked her and surprised her when
I reached out her hand and cupped her chin so I could get a better look at it.
What the hell! Noah flinched at my touch and jerked away from her, forcing
me to let go. "It's nothing," he answered, fixing his gaze on the book. —
Nothing is not something that leaves a mark on you. What the hell
happened to you? "I fell," he replied with a shrug. —Did you fall? Where?
The last time I saw you, you didn't have that scar. —"Or yes", I wasn't sure,
the last time I saw her I wasn't quite in my right mind. Noah closed the
book and focused on me, a little exasperated. "I've had it for over half a
year, so yes, I had it the last time I saw you." I fell with the bike, it was
nothing special, but they gave me points. "Since when do you have a
motorcycle?" He didn't quite know why he was suddenly so pissed off;
When he arrived he had been calm and calm, I had liked walking through
the door and finding her here, but now... now, damn it, I wanted to break
something. "It wasn't mine, it belonged to a friend." Why are you being like
that? I stood up and walked away, but I was so angry that I couldn't help but
blurt out the first thing that came to mind. —Only an idiot would go around
with a motorbike, most fatal road accidents are from people riding those
stupid motorbikes! Noah stood up, pursing his lips and tossing the book
onto the couch haphazardly. —You have a motorcycle! —I'm not you, I
don't have accidents. "Are you insinuating that I am an idiot, then?" I
clenched my jaw hard. "Don't go on a motorcycle, that's the only thing I'm
telling you," I replied, trying to calm down. Noah had been in an accident, a
bloody accident... months ago. Where had I been then Far... far away. Noah
picked up his books and stopped in front of me before walking off. “Too
bad you can't order me around anymore, can you, Nick?” I watched her
leave with a bitter taste in my mouth.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
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Be ready for chapter 20 guys...
CHAPTER 20: NOAH

CHAPTER 20
NOAH
The next day I woke up earlier than I'm used to on vacation, but I had a
good reason and I was excited. Without making much noise I turned to the
girl who was sleeping next to me, she was sleeping so soundly that I
watched her for a while with amusement. She was small, but she moved
more than a rambunctious animal, which reminded me of a certain person
who would be sleeping very close by right now. Her little body was crossed,
almost taking up the entire bed, and I barely had room to move. I didn't
want to wake Maddie while she was dressing me; Besides, it wasn't dawn
yet and I needed to turn on the light to get ready, so I carefully got out of
bed and took her in my arms, knowing that she was only going to mumble
something in her sleep before falling asleep again. Her little hands wrapped
around my neck and I left her room with her hanging like a little monkey. I
wondered if it was a good idea to take her to what was going to be her room
from now on, I didn't want her to be scared when she opened her eyes and
didn't know where she was, so I stopped in front of Nick's room. . He could
leave her there, they would both sleep later and when Maddie opened her
eyes she would have her older brother to feel safe. I opened the door slowly,
feeling very uncomfortable invading Nicholas's privacy. Before I had snuck
in hundreds of times to be able to sleep with him and wake up hugging. I
pursed my lips and pushed those thoughts out of my head. Nick was sound
asleep, his body taking up almost the entire bed and as always his room was
pitch dark. I left the door open so I could see something and I went over to
place the little girl next to him. When I set her down on the bed, Maddie
automatically curled up in a ball and started sucking her thumb, as asleep as
she had been on my bed minutes before. I bit my lip, suddenly nervous. I
pulled the blanket over the girl. Nicholas was never cold, he hadn't turned
on the heating, and the room was an ice cube. Pulling on the blanket, I
didn't realize that she was half tangled between her legs and, although I did
everything very slowly and without sudden movements, Nick opened his
eyes, half asleep. A smile came to his lips and I stopped where he was, as if
I had frozen. His hand reached out, caught my arm, and pulled me to sit
next to him on the mattress. "What were you doing, freckles, spying on
me?" he asked, and when I heard how he had called me, my heart began to
beat wildly. A year, a year had passed since the last time he had referred to
me with that affectionate name. He sat up and, without warning, his mouth
sought my lips; it was an innocent and rare kiss, since I pulled away as if I
had been burned with fire. Then Nick seemed to realize it, he opened his
eyes, looked around him, at his sister, then at me, and sighed to curse a
second later. "For a moment I thought..." he said. "I know," I cut him off.
He fully understood what had happened. I got up from the mattress,
wanting to disappear. -I only brought you Mad, I didn't want her to wake up
without anyone she knew next to her. Nick nodded, looking at the little girl,
and then looked back at me. "Wait, why? Where are you going?" he asked,
pulling the blanket off him and running his hand over his face.
"I have things to do... errands." I wasn't going to tell him where she was
going, no, she'd already been through that once. Nicholas nodded with a
frown, then widened his eyes as he realized what he was hiding from her.
"Oh come on!" He exclaimed too loud. "Shh," I chuckled. You're going to
wake her up! Nick got up from the bed, took my arm and led me to his
bathroom. He closed the door and looked at me condescendingly. -You are
crazy! He," he blurted out, hiding his own amusement. -Let me! Don't laugh
at me, it's a tradition, I like to go... Face it! Nick shook his head in disbelief.
"You hate shopping, you pick on your mom because she's buying stuff all
day and she comes in the Friday after Thanksgiving and you're a
shopaholic." Can you explain why? "I already explained it once," I replied,
turning to leave, but he stopped me, barring my way with her damn body.
He was smiling... Nicholas was smiling as he looked at me. I was so
affected by that reality that I let it hold me back. "It's Black Friday... people
shop until late at night, there's hot chocolate, stores don't close..." he said in
a lazy attempt to imitate my way of speaking. He surprised me that he
remembered the same words that he had used to explain my obsession with
that day, especially considering that it had been two years ago. "If you
know, why ask?" I replied annoyed. Nick shook his head, still smiling. "I
was hoping you'd grown up and that nonsense you call Christmas had
passed." Although he addressed me in an amusing way, he didn't miss the
word "grow up." I remembered what he had said to me in his apartment in
New York, and I felt him make me angry. "Leave me alone, will you?" I
was out of the bathroom before he could open his mouth again. Sometimes
I forgot what a jerk he could be. Half an hour later I went down to the
kitchen, clad in jeans and a wide off-white sweater. I wanted to be
comfortable, Black Friday was crazy and I was an expert in finding the best
sales. Despite how early it was, five minutes after she had poured me a cup
of coffee, Nick and Maddie appeared in the kitchen, both in their pajamas,
their hair tousled. Nick had Mad slung over her shoulder and the girl
laughed at her as he threatened to knock her off her feet. Seeing me sitting
there, Madison struggled to get her brother to put her down and she came
running to sit next to me. I helped her into the chair while Nick went
directly to pour himself a cup of coffee. -I want the same as Noah! Her," she
asked, jumping up and down and pointing to my chocolate doughnut. Nick
watched her with a frown. "First measure your sugar levels, dwarf," he told
her, leaving a little device in front of her on the table along with a glass of
hot milk. Maddie sighed, but she continued to do as her brother asked. I
watched her without being able to believe that at the age of seven she was
doing that by herself. I looked at Nick, who was busy beating some eggs,
and felt the need to do something. "Should I help you, honey," I said, even
though I hadn't much of a clue about correct sugar levels or anything like
that. "I can," answered the girl, taking a strip out of a box, then she took out
a device with a lancet to prick herself, placed it on one of her fingers,
squeezed the upper part, and with a click, a drop of blood came out of her
skin. With incredible skill, the skill that she gets from doing that about three
times a day from the moment she was diagnosed with the disease, she
passed the droplet of blood onto the strip and then fed it into the machine. A
few seconds later, she read her sugar levels out loud.
"No more donuts, Mad, but I have cookies and an apple that's delicious,"
Nick said, picking up his cup of coffee, cookies, and fruit and sitting down
next to his sister, who was giving him a scowl. I knew there were more
donuts and I cursed the moment it occurred to me to eat one that morning, I
didn't want to make the poor creature jealous, so I picked it up, took it from
the table and threw it in the trash. "I don't like those cookies," he protested,
crossing his arms. Nick watched her with a sigh. "They're the ones you
always eat, Madison, and you like them." -No! She yelled, jumping out of
the chair with the intention of running away. Nick reached out and caught it
on the fly. Just then Will came through the door, also in his pajamas and
looking at his son with a scowl on his face. "What are these screams?" he
asked, looking around and noticing me a few seconds too long. What are
you doing dressed? I rolled my eyes and circled him so I could get the eggs
Nick had left on the fire. I put them on a plate and brought them to the table
while Maddie watched her father in amazement. "Eat your breakfast," her
brother ordered, sitting her down again at the table. Will picked up his mug
and the newspaper that was sitting on the table and went to sit down. Then
he realized that the three of us, Nick, Maddie and I, were watching him
expectantly. William looked at Nick, then at me-who nodded in Mad's
direction-and then his eyes fell on the girl he was sitting directly across
from him. "Hmm..." he said, clearing his throat a second later. How did you
sleep, Maddie? The girl dipped the cookie into the glass of milk, then raised
it to her mouth, and so she answered the question. "I slept with Nick and
Noah." William half choked on his coffee. He shifted his gaze from Nick to
me. -What the hell! He exclaimed leaving the cup on the table. Nicholas
caught a quick glance with me and began to explain. William nodded a few
seconds later, looking at us with a scowl. Suddenly, I felt like I needed to
get out of there. "I'm out," I announced, grabbing my bag and setting my
mug in the sink. Will watched me with raised eyebrows. "Are you going to
go to that hell again?" Nicholas smiled behind his coffee cup and I wanted
to throw the bag at his head. "Yeah, William, I'm going to go shopping and
willingly put myself through that hell because I'm a masochist, okay," I
replied irritably just as my mother decided to make an appearance. Oh my
God, she had forgotten what it was like to live at home. "Stay away from
the avalanches, Noah," she advised, walking past me and into the kitchen. I
shook my head as I searched my bag for my car keys. "Where is Noah
going?" Maddie asked then. "I'm going shopping, Mad," I said before
anyone could make another stupid comment. The girl's eyes widened with
excitement. -I want to go shopping! She yelled surprising us all. William
watched her over the top of the newspaper. "You are worthy of your
mother's daughter," he said through his teeth, going back to reading. I
smirked as Nick watched his sister with a frown. "Did you hear that, Nick
Maddie wants to go shopping," I commented, enjoying myself like a dwarf.
Nick glared at me with his pale eyes and turned to the little girl. -No. Mad
wants to go to the beach with me. what yes, dwarf
Maddie filled her lungs before replying, "No! How good revenge felt!
"Come on, Madison, you told me you wanted to learn to surf!" I hate
surfing! I want to go to Rodeo Drive! We all burst out laughing except
Nick, who was looking at the girl as if she had turned into a little monster.
"Okay, I'm leaving," I reported walking out the door. Nick caught up with
me just before leaving. "You don't think I'm going to face this alone, do
you," he said, giving me a dirty look. "Face what?" I asked, trying not to
laugh. -If I have to spend the day shopping with a seven-year-old girl,
you're going to do it with me, make no mistake about it. "I'm not going to
Rodeo Drive, I'm going to the Beverly Center," I replied with a shrug, a
smile on my lips. Nick glared at me with his blue eyes and I enjoyed my
little revenge. "I'll pick you up at lunchtime, Noah, and you better be there
when I call you. "Nicholas..." "And go with Steve: parking today is going to
be crazy; besides, that way we will return together when we return. I want
to go in my car. "And I wanted to surf and enjoy the beach in winter and
now I have to go shopping because of you," she blurted out. Ten minutes
later Steve was taking me to one of the biggest malls in the city. The
Beverly Center was a shopping mall located in Beverly Grove, a
neighborhood in downtown Los Angeles that was just ten minutes from
Beverly Hills. Yes, I had crossed town to get there and I was going to have
to hurry if I had to meet Nick and his sister at lunchtime, but Black Friday
was worth it. As always, everything was completely insane: it was packed
to the brim, queues reached the doors of the shops, children were running
here and there, crying or eating things that would make them, their parents
and everyone else around dirty. . Men and women dressed in their most
comfortable shoes walked in and out of the shops as if they were on a fox
hunt. I liked going alone because that way there were no distractions. Also,
I was fast, yes, very fast: I knew in the first five minutes of entering a store
if there was going to be something there that I was going to like or not; I
didn't waste time searching through the clothes, the clothes called me, and if
nothing caught my attention when I entered, good-bye. By two in the
afternoon she had already bought almost all the Christmas presents. My cell
phone rang in my pocket and I saw that Nicholas had just texted me. I'll
pick you up at Macy's in ten minutes. Great... my desire to stay with him
was practically nil.
(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
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Be ready for chapter 21 guys...
CHAPTER 21:NICK

CHAPTER 21
NICK
I knew that Noah hated going shopping with people, and for that reason I
had spent the morning alone with Maddie. We had gone to the bookstore, to
the toy store, and to the playground. She had begged me to buy her a
costume; while all the girls her age wore crowns and princess dresses, my
weird sister had chosen the ninja turtle one. Yeah, so now she was walking
through Beverly Grove with a miniature ninja turtle and several bags of
things she hadn't meant to buy. Just as my father had said, my sister was my
mother's daughter. "Where's Noah?" he'd asked me incessantly ever since
I'd told him we'd meet her. "That's what I would like to know," I answered,
sitting outside the mall and waiting for him to come out at once. Steve
would be there in no time to pick us up, even though the traffic was
crazy...you couldn't even pull in the second row. Just as I took out my cell
phone to call her, I saw her appear. She was laden with bags, the sweater
she had put on of hers was now tied around her waist and underneath she
wore a simple tank top that cut to her navel. Mad ran out to meet her while I
pushed my sunglasses up on her head and gawked at her like an idiot. "I
love your costume, Mad!" -She said smiling at him and revealing her
beautiful white teeth. It had been so long since I had seen that smile that I
felt a sting in her chest. "There was your size, I'm sure we can find you one
if you want," my little sister commented, which made Noah laugh. Noah
disguised as a ninja turtle... what I was missing! Although Noah disguised
with many other things crossed my mind, forcing me to put my glasses back
on and hide my lustful thoughts. "Hello," I greeted when we finally met
halfway. "Hey," she replied rather dryly. I frowned curiously. "Let me help
you," I offered, taking the bags from her hands. She resisted at first, but in
the end she let me. Her eyes drifted from mine and back to my sister. "How
long have you been here?" "For a couple of hours," I answered, taking out
my cell phone and looking at the messages. Steve was in the corner waiting
for us with the car badly parked -. Come on. Five minutes later we had left
the madness behind. I took them to eat at a restaurant away from all the
commercial areas. We ate ribeye and potatoes while my sister did most of
the talking. To be honest, she had no idea what she was doing or what she
was playing, but suddenly she had the almost vital need to be alone with
Noah. She had barely spoken to me and, although things were tense
between us, more than tense actually, she believed that our truce would
work out better, really. When I left the restaurant, I noticed that in the
opposite building there was a children's playground, one of those with
colored balls and jumping mats, with slides and lots of children running
around non-stop. "Mad, do you want to go there?" I asked, pointing to what
was paradise for any child under the age of ten. My sister jumped up and
down with joy as Noah scowled at me. Yeah, well, it hadn't been as subtle
as I thought. I paid to have the little monster held for an hour and I asked
Noah to go for a walk.
"You seem very quiet," I commented as we entered a pedestrian street, full
of bars, shops, and ice cream parlors. Are you tired? Noah kept looking
ahead. "Yeah, I guess... I got up really early." We continue walking without
saying anything. That was ridiculous, we had never been together for so
long without saying words. Noah, the one who wouldn't shut up even
underwater, who many times I had to silence with a kiss or distract with
caresses to give me a break, now seemed interested in anyone but me.
"Okay, that's enough!" What the hell is wrong with you?" I inquired
annoyed. She looked at me surprised. "There's nothing wrong with me..."
she said, though she hesitated at the end of the sentence. I waited, trying not
to get exasperated. It's just that this isn't what she expected. We were
supposed to be with your sister, why did you put her in that bloody
playground? Do you know the one about diseases that are transmitted there?
Lice, for example! Now I'm sure we all get lice because you've decided to
change your plans... the three of us were supposed to take a walk in the park
before returning home; besides, I still had some shopping to do... You didn't
consider if I was done when you called me, but you're so used to giving
orders: See you in five minutes,' she mimicked my voice. Well, maybe I
wasn't ready, had you thought about that? And no, don't look at me like
that! This is... weird, yeah, I'm not comfortable. I opened my eyes in
surprise trying to contain the urge to laugh, yes I had been keeping things
quiet, yes. "Not comfortable with what?" I asked with mock disbelief. Noah
stopped and turned to me. -With this! She answered pointing at both of us.
You and I. You act like we're still together! Her," she blurted out as if it had
cost her her life to say something like that. I agreed to the truce for
Maddie's sake, but I'm not going to fool myself and I'd appreciate it if you
didn't either. Or do I remind you of the things you said to me the last time I
saw you? I took a deep breath. Deep down, she knew Noah was right. He
had told her that he was in love with Sophia to get her to move on, but he
knew it wasn't going to be that easy. "I've treated you as if you were a
friend, nothing more," I said, becoming serious. Noah looked around, she
seemed affected. After a few seconds he looked at me again. "I prefer your
hostility," she blurted out then, and I felt a sting in my chest. I really prefer
it, I can deal with it, I'm used to it; instead, what you do now... - she shook
her head looking at the ground. I wish I had lifted her chin so I could meet
hers eyes. I know you're doing it for your sister, but it hurts and confuses
me. I don't want to spend time with you, I don't want to go for a walk, or
have lunch, or ask me things like why I have a scar or why I'm riding a
motorcycle... Those matters of my life no longer concern you and I know
that I was the one who screwed everything up, but you made a decision and
I would like you to stick to it. I shifted my gaze to the trees behind me,
feeling like shit. Yes, it's true that I had done that for Maddie, but a part of
me had wanted to spend time with her, because, damn it, I missed her so
much...
"Very good," I said somewhat curtly. Let's go find my sister. I turned on my
heel and started walking down the street. It didn't take long for Noah to
stand next to me and that feeling... that feeling of having her close, but at
the same time miles away, managed to turn me back into the ice statue that
without realizing it had begun to stop being the yesterday. We passed some
stores and just as we were about to turn towards the playground, my
mother, yes, my mother appeared in front of us. I stopped as soon as I saw
her. Despite what the law now stipulated, I had continued to refuse to see
her and it had been the nanny who had brought my sister to me the day
before. Seeing her there again, considering we hadn't met since the night
she decided to spew truth at the Leister Enterprises anniversary, was a most
unpleasant surprise. As always, she was very elegant, in a cashmere dress,
high heels, and her hair in a bun; although I thought I saw dark circles
under her clear eyes, dark circles that my mother's expensive makeup
should have covered better. "Nicholas! Her," she exclaimed, surprised to see
me right under her nose. I clenched my jaw hard before speaking. "Yes,
mother, what an unpleasant coincidence to meet like this." She squared her
shoulders, taking the blow I guess. The truth is that I didn't give a damn,
because her relationship with her was still just as bad... what am I saying, it
was non-existent. "Hello, Noah," he said, turning to her, who obviously
tensed beside me. Given the circumstances and our parents' past, I wouldn't
be wrong to think that my mother was on Noah's list of bitterest enemies;
what's more, she surely had a privileged place at the top. She did not return
the greeting. -We are in a hurry. If you'll excuse us..." I said with the firm
intention of continuing on my way. Nonetheless, my mother took a step
forward of her and placed her hand on my arm, holding me back. "I wish I
could talk to you, Nicholas. -Yes, it was clear in all the messages that you
have left my secretary, but I think she has been concise enough in her
response when she told you that I am not interested in her. Reflexively I
took Noah's hand; suddenly I felt that he was drowning me and I wanted to
get out of there as soon as possible. I pulled her and we brushed past her
with the clear intention of taking off without looking back. "It's about
Maddie, Nicholas," my mother announced from behind me. That got me
stopped. I turned to her reluctantly.
-Anything that happens with my sister you can tell my father, he will take
care of bringing me up to date. My mother seemed to break down, she
looked at me with pleading eyes and all my defenses collapsed. My mother
begging, "Give me a few minutes, Nick, please." My eyes drifted to Noah,
who suddenly looked just as intrigued as I did. "Okay," I agreed. What's up?
My mother made a gesture between surprised and relieved and led us to a
cafeteria that was just ahead. Noah sat next to me and she sat across from
me. It was all so strange to me that I needed to get it over with as soon as
possible. "Okay, shoot, we don't have all day." Despite the fact that my
mother seemed to have shown some weakness by asking me to please give
her a few minutes, she squared her shoulders at my last comment and
looked at me with an unfriendly face. There was the Anabel Grason of my
memories. "Very well, since you can hardly try to be a little tactful with me,
I am going to cut the formalities and flourishes, too." You want to keep it
short, so I'll keep it short," she said, setting her cup down on the saucer and
looking at me steadily. I'm sick, Nicholas. There was a silence at the table, a
silence broken by the noise made by the crystal glass he was holding from
her as it fell on top of her. "What do you mean you're sick?" I said, instantly
pissed off. This surely was some kind of ruse, I don't know what purpose he
was pursuing with it, but it seemed pathetic to me. "What am I going to
want to say?" she answered, and now yes, when I looked closely, I saw that
her hard expression faltered to reveal a fear and insecurity that I had never
seen in her until now. She took a deep breath and stared at me before
blurting out the next words. I have leukemia. "What the hell are you
saying," I said almost instantly, feeling my voice drop two octaves. My
mother clasped her hands in her lap and leaned back in her seat. -I was
diagnosed more than a year and a half ago... I wanted to tell you, I didn't
want to tell you over the phone, that is if you deigned to pick it up. Your
father has known this for months, he promised me he wouldn't tell you
anything, I wanted to tell you... I know you hate me, but you're my son
and... His voice began to tremble and suddenly I felt myself falling, falling
and falling to a bottomless pit and I was going to crash... it was a matter of
seconds: I would crash and I don't know what would happen next, but
nothing good, that's for sure. Then I felt someone squeeze my hand hard, a
small, warm hand that had reached under the table and promised not to let
go. I looked at Noah, who was standing next to me and looking at my
mother with...pity? I felt my fingers clinging to her as if she were suddenly
my only point of reference, because what my mother was telling me
couldn't be? TRUE. "I didn't want to tell you this to make you feel sorry for
me, I just wanted to explain to you the reason for the things I've done in the
last few months, everything I did, with Maddie, with Grason, with your
father..." "What do you mean?" I said clearing my throat when I noticed that
the knot that had been made in it prevented me from speaking. "I'm giving
full custody of Maddie to your father. "How?" I asked, waking up from my
lethargy. "I'm going to have to deal with some very difficult situations in the
next few years, Nicholas, situations that I don't want a seven-year-old girl to
have to witness. When I found out about this, it was clear to me: if anything
happened to me, the last thing I wanted was for my daughter to be left in
Grason's care. He is a selfish man and he is barely able to focus on anything
other than his own navel. I've made mistakes, God, I've made so many
mistakes in my life, and I know I'm a long way from being someone who
even deserves to be heard now, but Maddie matters to me, I care, Nick, and
I want it if something happens to me , if this does not end up as I hope it
will, my daughter is with a family that loves her and protects her.
"Wait, wait," I interrupted. Are you saying that my father knows about this?
Does he agree to have full custody of him? But how... -Everything that
happened with Grason, the divorce, knowing who Madison's father was...
matter because there was a possibility that Maddie was your father's
daughter. And I wasn't wrong, just as I wasn't wrong to assume that the
moment William found out that Maddie was his daughter he was going to
want to be a part of his life, and that's just what I want too. I looked at her in
disbelief... everything that had happened, everything that had been
discovered... Was it because my mother wanted my father to take care of
Mad in the event that... In the event that he died. "And what are you going
to do?" I asked suddenly, feeling the anger rise inside me. Do you intend to
leave Maddie at my father's? Do you intend to give up your rights and
pretend your daughter doesn't miss you? That's crazy! "Nicholas..." Noah
started to say. -No! I blurted out, standing up. That's not how things are
done, dammit! Do you intend to do with her the same thing you did with
me? My mother took a deep breath without looking at me. -Sit down,
please, she -she asked me, keeping calm, although I could see that she was
hardly. I sat up because my legs were suddenly shaking, my whole body
tense, my whole damn brain a whirlwind of meaningless thoughts trying to
understand in what world my mother's actions could be justified. "I'm not
leaving her, Nicholas, I'm just giving custody to her father while I try to get
out of this." I am in contact with the best doctors in the country and I am
going to start chemotherapy at MD Anderson hospital in Houston. Doctors
are optimistic, but this can take years; You don't want me to take her to
Houston with me, do you? Who would take care of her while I go through
the treatment? I'm just thinking about what's best for everyone. I was silent
for what could have been seconds or minutes, I have no idea. It was all shit,
real shit. Then I felt the touch of a different hand take mine. I opened my
eyes and found that it was my mother's. Have her hands always been this
bony? I noticed her, the dark circles under her eyes and that she seemed
much thinner than the last time I saw her. My fingers acted on her behalf
and clung to her almost without even asking my permission. "I'm sorry
about all this, Nick," she wailed, and a moment later she released me to
wipe away a tear that had decided to escape her self-control. Your father
can explain everything to you better than I can. Thanks for listening. My
mother went to get up and suddenly I felt an emptiness in my chest and
mind. "Wait," I asked, feeling more lost than ever. I'm going to give you...
I'm going to give you my personal number so you can call me and tell me
when you're going to leave or when you think... I kept quiet because I didn't
even know what I wanted. I took one of my business cards out of my wallet
pocket and with a pen I wrote my personal number on the back. My mother
took it and smiled gratefully. "Thank you, son," she said before looking
away from her to Noah, "and you too.
Ten minutes later we were at the playground picking up my sister. I felt as if
suddenly my life was not my own, as if I was playing a role that did not
belong to me... suddenly I was so angry, so pissed off with life for having
played me like that, for putting another stone in my face. On the way, I felt
it start to burn under my skin, I felt my muscles tense, creating an energy
that I had no idea how to get rid of. Maddie came out of the playground and
came running towards me, who was waiting for her with open arms;
suddenly she needed to hold her, I would have liked to get her under my
skin and spare her all the pain that she was going to have to face at such a
young age. Not only had the one who had believed her father until now left
with no intention of seeing her again, but now her mother was falling ill,
leaving her with a father she had just met. A part of me felt the sudden urge
to put her on a plane and take her with me, take her to New York, where I
could take care of her, but... I wasn't her father, as much as I wished I were
at that moment. I hugged her tight and lifted her off the ground. She was
flushed from the exercise she had been doing and super excited, talking
non-stop. Noah must have realized that he was barely aware of what was
coming out of her mouth because he began to fill in the silences caused by
my few words and reasonable thoughts. Time... now time seemed crucial,
time wasted, time left to live, because how long would she live? Would she
get out of this? Would she go to Houston and never see her again? And
neither would my sister? car and followed them to the entrance. I knew
Noah wasn't taking his eyes off me, and when I didn't go into the house but
stood in the doorway unable to take another step, she turned to me and
asked me something, something I didn't hear. "I need...I need to be alone
right now, can you...can you take care of..." Noah hesitated, wanting to say
something but not quite daring. He finally nodded and I caught the car keys
Steve tossed me. He was looking at me worriedly, but he didn't have the
courage to stop me and explain anything. I got in the car and disappeared
for hours. When I got back home it was almost midnight. I'd had a lot of
time to think, and thinking when you're really screwed up can have
consequences you're likely to regret in time. I went upstairs in the dim light,
not bothering to turn anything on. Why? As I passed Noah's door, a sharp,
intense pain clenched my heart. There was the love of my life... the same
one that had damaged me like all those people that I had let into it.
Did I hate Noah? I had hated her and there was a very high probability that
I still hated her right at that moment, what am I saying, that was when I
hated her the most, because right at that moment was when I needed her the
most, right there was when I noticed her absence, when my mind screamed
for me to go looking for it and my heart hopefully waited for someone to
provide some kind of internal peace, some kind of truce from pain. I opened
her door without even pausing to knock. She was in her bed, awake and
surrounded by books again. My sister was asleep next to her, across the
mattress and sucking her thumb as she had done since she was ten months
old. I looked back at Noah, who carefully closed the book, removed his
glasses, and focused his full attention on me. "Where have you been?" he
asked without raising his voice. You've been out of it for like five
hours...Nicholas, are you okay? I walked over to her and took the book
from her hands and put it on the nightstand. "I want to talk to you," I said,
pointing to her door. Noah hesitated, and that kindled something inside me.
You owe me," I added through gritted teeth. We watched each other for
what could have been minutes. Finally, and without saying anything, he got
out of bed and followed me to my room. When our eyes met I couldn't
contain myself anymore, I took her face in my hands and kissed her with all
my might. Her back hit the door and I felt her breathing again. In the
darkness around us, I could barely tell how tense she was, but after a few
intense seconds he turned his face and stepped away from me. "Don't do
this, Nicholas," he warned me in a barely intelligible whisper. My hand
brushed back a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear, carefully,
making the contact as long as possible. His fragrance surrounded me, he
drove me crazy with desire, with love... That smell of his so characteristic,
so rich, so special. I could get drunk just smelling it. And that was what he
needed right then. My hand of hers caressed her cheek and she closed her
eyes, exhaling in a gasping way. Was she suffering like me? Was she
suffering from her because of how much it hurt her to be away from me?
"Why can't I forget about you?" I raised with my forehead on hers. Why do
I feel like you're the only one who can help me at a time like this?
"Nicholas..." she said, opening her eyes to look at me. What I felt was so
intense when our gazes met that I leaned over and buried my face in her
neck; she couldn't keep hers, she couldn't stand it. I rested my lips on the
soft skin of her throat, first slowly, barely brushing her, then I stroked the
tip of my nose along a line from her hairline to her clavicle. My hand
traveled to her waist and I pulled her to me, she needed more, much more.
Noah's hands came to rest on my chest: at first I thought they were stroking
me, but lost as I was in it, I didn't realize until a few seconds later that they
were pushing me back. "You're not thinking clearly, you don't want to do
this," she stated. I separated a bit. My hands moved up her bare thighs
barely covered by a nightgown and gently caressed her legs. I stopped when
I got to his ass, thinking, damn it, wondering if what was happening wasn't
some crazy thing I'd regret later. My lips kissed his cheeks, the corner of her
half-open mouth, her eyelids... to bury myself again in her throat. She
wasn't kissing anymore... At that point I just let myself go, sucked and
nibbled to my heart's content. I was lost in it, lost in a kind of limbo where
what we had done to each other seemed to have ceased to exist. Noah blew
out a ragged breath, and that pushed me on.
I lifted her freehand and wrapped her legs around my waist. Her hands took
my face and once again we saw each other as if we were meeting after an
eternity. I didn't see rancor in her eyes, I didn't see anything other than the
love that I felt for her, the love for me that I was sure continued to live in
her heart, a love that had to disappear, damn it, a love that for a long time
that I tried to bury always struggled to get out at the worst moments,
making me act against all my principles. "I need you," I confessed against
her lips. Her breath mixed with mine and I thought she was fainting with
pleasure. Finally that contact that would calm all my pain. I didn't hesitate
anymore, I stopped playing the moment her lips brushed against mine in a
timid response to my words. I launched myself on her, on her mouth, my
body pressed her against the door and hers lips opened to receive me. I
kissed her like she was our first time. I pushed against hers, her body, she
needed to touch something, she needed something that would ease the
torture she was subjecting my body to. "I'm going to make love to you,
Noah," I announced as if it were something inevitable, something that had
to happen. Everything has been shit ever since we broke up, my life keeps
falling apart with each passing day; I hate having to need you like I do, I
hate knowing that right now you are the only one capable of making me
forget even for a few minutes that my mother is dying. I felt the tears come
to my eyes and I kissed her so she wouldn't notice her. She shook her head,
and the moonlight streaming through the window allowed me to see the
tears that wet her skin. "You know this will only make things worse," she
whispered, pressing her forehead to mine and squeezing her eyes shut. She
was able to feel how her heart was beating wildly, almost at the same time
as mine. "It can't get any worse... things can't be more screwed up than they
are now," I replied, taking her chin between my fingers and looking at her
bright and sad eyes. "This will only hurt us more..." he whispered again.
Tomorrow morning nothing will have changed... I kissed one of her tears,
scooping it up with the tip of my tongue and savoring the salty taste in my
mouth. "That night in New York you asked me to act as if I had forgiven
you," I commented, resting my lips again and catching another tear from
her cheek. Now I need you to do the same for me. I felt the tremor of her
body against mine, I put my lips on hers with force and turned with her
towards my bed.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 22 guys...
CHAPTER 22:NOAH

CHAPTER 22
NOAH
She didn't leave me when she left me standing next to the bed and her
mouth began to kiss each part of my body with infinite tenderness as she
undressed me. First she pulled my nightgown up with painful slowness until
she pulled it over her head and dropped it beside her. I watched in
amazement as he shed his shirt and pants and was left with just his boxers. I
forced myself to look away from his heart-stopping body and watched as
his eyes darkened when he saw me there in front of him, it was as if we
couldn't believe what we were going to do. It was different from what
happened in New York. We were both hurt and angry then, and our
encounter was cold and sexual, but now, after our truce, after having spent a
few days with hardly any arguments, and after hearing such cruel news, the
emotional charge we felt was impossible to shake. ignore. His fingers
trailed to the small of my back and he stared at me. I was wearing a black
lace bra, nothing fancy, nothing I would have worn if I had known
something like this was going to happen... Because was I going to let it
happen? He noticed because he pulled me towards him and pressed his lips
to my ear. "Please, Noah," he said, running his hand down my back and up
again, a caress that gave me goosebumps. His mouth lowered to brush the
top of my breasts. I squeezed my eyes shut, holding my breath and wishing
he didn't have that magnificent control over me, over my body. Then he
made me turn, my back collided with his chest and while his mouth played
with my neck, kissing my nape and caressing my hair, his other hand went
down my stomach, down and down until it got into my panties and touched
me without hesitation. shame. His lips went to my ear and licked my
sensitive skin. I let out a breathy moan and wished that this was really
making love, I wanted with all my might to forget about our past and
pretend that we were together, that Nick was touching me and that we
would do it on his bed, like the first time, like that. time he took my
virginity and told me he loved me. He took off my underwear and laid me
down on the bed and then fell on top of me. He kissed my breasts and
nibbled until my back arched with desire. His hand caressed my left leg,
grasping my ankle, lifting it until the sole of my foot rested against the
mattress next to his hip. He kissed my leg all the way to his thigh, nibbled
gently and ran his tongue over it, as if my skin tasted like chocolate. He
tortured me for long minutes until I felt like he could explode with just one
more touch. He asked me something, and I nodded without even registering
what he was saying. He carefully brought his mouth to mine and I felt the
weight of his body on me. Our eyes met for infinite seconds until he finally
grabbed me by the waist and with a quick movement he entered me. He hurt
me and I hit an involuntary cry. His eyes searched mine with a hint of
confusion and concern. "How long have you not done it, Noah," he said
speaking into my ear, while he moved, causing me pain, causing me
pleasure... I no longer knew where I was, or what I was doing, I could only
concentrate on feeling, feel, yes, because it had been months since I felt
anything at all. "Too long," I replied, clinging to his body tightly. Nicholas
stopped and his eyes searched mine. "You haven't done anything since what
happened in New York," he asked me incredulously, but was it relief that
met my eyes? "I haven't done anything since we broke up, Nicholas.
His eyes flared and he kissed me hard as he resumed his movements. Her
thrusts slowed, her movements more loving, her mouth kissing me again,
she tugged at my bottom lip and then sucked on it sweetly. My hands
fastened on his arms and I focused on the pleasure of sharing that special
union again. I pressed my cheek against his and held on tight. "Tell me you
love me," I asked into her ear with a broken voice. My request got him to
stop. Please... "Don't ask me that," he complained, fixing his gaze on mine.
Forgetting you is the most fucked up thing I've ever had to do in my life. I
don't even know what I'm going to do to get back to reality after this. "Then
stay with me," I begged, taking advantage of the vulnerability of the
moment. I didn't care, I needed him as much or more than he needed me.
My hands dug into his hair and when I began to slowly stroke him his eyes
squeezed shut. I kissed him everywhere, I clung to him with all my might.
"Tell me, Nick...please," I asked, my voice shaking. His mouth silenced me,
and his kisses grew more intense. He wanted me to shut up, he wanted me
to only be aware of the clash of our bodies... his body, sweaty, pressed
against mine, skin to skin, the most intimate of caresses. He seemed angry,
excited, and sad, all at once. "Come on, Noah...give me what I want, give
me what I need...please." His thrusts grew stronger, faster. I was losing
connection with what was around me, with feelings, with problems, with
everything, the orgasm was dangerously approaching, it would be one of
those who destroy everything. At last I screamed with pleasure, screamed
arching up and pulling away from the bed. He kept moving until he came
inside me, letting out a growl that he muffled against my skin and then
plopping down on my chest. He had been perfect, yes, but he hadn't told me
"I love you." When we recovered, Nicholas went into the bathroom and I
thought it was going to be like that time in New York, when he came out
after taking a shower, threw me a T-shirt and asked me to get dressed, but I
was wrong: he lay next to me. me and hugged me against his body. He
didn't understand anything... Did that mean something? I rested my cheek
on his chest, feeling as if liquid happiness had been supplied to me in a
vein. I didn't want him to go away, I didn't want to lose him again. I hugged
him tightly and closed my eyes, I was exhausted. Nicholas began to run his
fingers through my hair, up and down, stroking it until I felt drowsy. I knew
that that night I would dream of beautiful things, with him and I together
again at last... I would have a dream in which neither hate nor mistakes
existed and the love we professed for each other would be the only thing
that mattered. Inevitably, the morning brought with it a whole repertoire of
truths and insecurities and when I opened my eyes very early, I understood
that what had happened in that room was not going to happen again:
Nicholas was with someone else, and not with just any other: he was with
Sophia. , with her, with one of the causes that all the planets aligned that
fateful night and forced me to do what I did. I looked at him, he was asleep
and his arm pressed me against his chest as if he never wanted to let go. I
would have given anything to freeze that moment, but I knew that when his
eyes opened again, rancor and regret would stare back at me, and I didn't
know if I was ready for that. He had needed me, his mother was ill, he had
used me to lick his wounds... "You owe me," he had said, looking at me
fixedly and without mincing words, and it was true, I owed him! And now,
hours later, I realized that what had happened was wrong, things were not
done that way, they were not asked that way; that episode was going to be
added to the long list of painful memories, although that one in particular
preferred to keep it to myself. I'd rather stay with that "farewell," so to
speak, than wait to see him reject me again.
Careful not to wake him, I grabbed Nicholas's arm and pulled him off me.
The best thing would be to leave, get away from him, from his sister, from
any painful memory. He would invent an excuse with my mother or maybe
I didn't need to invent anything. I couldn't go on like this, I had to get over
it, I had to move on with my life. Nicholas had been a part of me, he would
always have a hole in my heart, what am I saying, he would always have
my heart, but I needed to be me again, to love myself again, to learn to
forgive myself. I packed as quickly and as quietly as possible. Maddie was
still curled up between my sheets, asleep like a little angel. When I came
out of my room, already dressed and ready to leave, instead of feeling
relieved, relieved to have finally settled that story, I felt as if I were closing
a book that had touched my soul, a book that I would always remember... I
felt that regret of having finished a magical and incredible book and that it
didn't matter if I could read it again, it would never be like the first time.
There, that morning, I closed an important chapter of my life. A chapter,
yes... but we must not forget that after a chapter there is always another or
an epilogue, for example. The ride home was excruciating. My body was
screaming for me to go back, climb into bed with Nick, and sleep until there
were no hours left, but my mind kept hammering at me with how stupid I
had been, how stupid I was to think that something could have happened. to
change. What I kept wondering was why, if Nick and I had broken up over
a year ago, I was crying now as if we were really over. At one point I had to
pull off the road, I had to turn off the engine and hug the wheel to sob
without the danger of colliding with someone. I cried for what we had been,
I cried for what we could have become, I cried for his mother sick and for
his little sister... I cried for him, for having managed to disappoint him, for
having broken his heart, for getting him to open up to love just to show him
that love didn't exist, at least not without pain, and that pain He was capable
of marking you for life. I cried for that Noah, that Noah who had been with
him: that Noah full of life, that Noah who, despite his inner demons, had
known how to love him with all his heart; I knew how to love him more
than I would love anyone and that was also something to cry about. When
you meet the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, there is no
turning back. Many people never get to know that feeling, they think they
have found it, but they are wrong. I knew, I know, that Nick was the love of
my life, the man I wanted as the father of my children, the man I wanted to
have by my side through thick and thin, in sickness and in health until the
death of him. Death forced us to part. Nick was him, he was my half, and it
was time to learn to live without her.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 23 guys...
CHAPTER 23:NICK

CHAPTER 23
NICK
As much as I loved my sister, that morning she was not what I expected
to see as soon as I opened my eyes. I sat up trying to focus, trying to
determine why the left side of my bed was empty, how I hadn't noticed that
Noah had woken up and left my room. The answer to that question was that
he had managed to sleep soundly for the first time in a year. "Where's
Noah?" my sister kept asking, as she bounced on the mattress. That
question caught me off guard. Like, where was he? "Isn't he in his room," I
said, finally standing up and running my hand over my face in an attempt to
clear my head. I went to the bathroom to throw water on myself and thus
focus on the new day, a day in which I was going to have to give many
explanations and in which I was going to have to consider many things.
Yesterday had not been simple sex, no, not at all, it had been much more, I
had let myself be carried away by past feelings... and for the first time in a
long time I had felt good. "She's not here, Nick," Maddie repeated. With a
frown I went to his room, opened the door and, sure enough, there was no
one there. I looked around for his things... his books and his little suitcase
were gone. -Fuck! I cursed under my breath. "You said a dirty word!" I
looked down and realized that this was not the best time to have to take care
of Madison. -Dwarf, go down to the kitchen, Prett will prepare your
breakfast, come on! I encouraged her when she went to argue. "Noah's
gone," she asked me, visibly upset. Yes, well, there were already two of us.
"I don't know, now come down, I'm not going to repeat it to you," I told him
and from the way he glared at me with his beautiful blue eyes, I knew that
this was going to have consequences after a while. Without saying anything
else, she turned and ran toward the stairs. I went into my room and searched
for my mobile phone until I found it. Without even stopping to think I
dialed his number and not once but twice more. "Damn it, Noah, did you
have to leave like this" he was pissed off, a lot, too. I considered taking the
car and going after her. Why had he left? He had treated her badly No, of
course not, damn, he had treated her like always, we had done it like when
we were together. Yes, okay, she had wanted more, she had asked me for
more... Tell me you love me... she couldn't tell him. It hurt too much. I went
down to the kitchen in a bad mood, my father was there with my sister, they
were talking animatedly about something, well the one who talked non-stop
was Maddie, and Rafaella watched them with a smile on her lips. When
they saw me enter they both noticed me and I mumbled a good morning
before heading towards the front door with a cup of coffee in my hands.
When I saw Noah's junk car, the relief of knowing he hadn't really left
washed over me. But if the car was there, where was Noah, where were his
things... It didn't take me long to see that Noah's Audi was no longer parked
in the garage. He had left. I realized at that moment that not telling her what
she needed to hear had been more effective in driving her away from me
than all my lies. She had gotten what she had wanted: to turn the page. But
then... why did I feel an emptiness inside me, an emptiness that had
disappeared as soon as I saw her?
It didn't help my bad mood that my father called me into his office to talk to
me. After the argument we'd had on Thanksgiving day we hadn't talked
again, but something told me that this time he didn't want to talk about
work. "Your mother called me yesterday to tell me that she met with you
and that she told you that she's sick," she said when I walked into her office.
I gave a wry laugh as he led me to the bar and poured me a drink. It was ten
in the morning, but I didn't care. -I see that now you are very friendly, you
tell each other everything. How does Rafaella take that, dad? Or is it that
you've also hidden it from him? My father didn't enter into my provocation,
he simply waited, with his hands crossed on his stomach, sitting in his big
leather chair, for me to drink my drink and serve me another one. When at
last I found myself in the mood to turn to him, it was with anger, with anger
and with a new and profound sadness that I had never felt before. "When
were you going to tell me?" -I yelled. "Your mother asked me not to," he
replied with mock calm. I laughed sarcastically. -You know, dad It's funny
to see how depending on whether he hurts you or not, you decide to tell
things or hide them. You had no problem hiding from me that you cheated
on my mother during practically your entire marriage, you also had no
problem hiding from me that she left for that very reason... You let me
believe that she just left without any explanation! My father got up from the
chair and turned to the window. "Your mother wasn't coming back,
Nicholas, I know her, and when she decided to leave you here she did so
knowing what she was doing." I didn't tell you anything because I didn't
want you to hope to see her again, I didn't want you to chase after a lie. "My
whole life has been a fucking lie!" -I needed to calm down, I needed to
control the tremors that seemed to want to take over my body and my
hands. I clenched my fists tightly. What will happen to Madison? My father,
seeing that he controlled my tone of voice, turned back to me. "She has to
stay here, it's the best for her," he answered, and I began to shake my head...
The best? The best for whom? Nicholas, your sister has to be in a safe and
warm environment, I don't want her to be surrounded by doctors and
hospitals, and have to watch your mother undergo chemo, she is very
young. "He needs her mother." My father stared at me, his eyes, so similar
to mine, remained fixed on my pupils. It had been a long time since he had
looked at me like that, years maybe, and I began to feel a lump in my throat
that was getting bigger and bigger. My father walked over and carefully
placed his hand on my shoulder. "This isn't the same thing that happened to
you, Nick," he said. Hearing it, I could only clench my jaw tightly. I won't
let it happen this time, I promise you; Maddie will see her mother, keep in
touch with her, I won't make the same mistake again. I shook my head, the
words stuck in my throat; suddenly I felt like when I was twelve years old
and my father explained to me that my mother was not coming back. "I've
never apologized to you for that... I'm asking you now... I was wrong,
Nicholas, I thought I was doing what was best for you, I thought I was
going to be enough, I thought your mother was only going to hurt you
more, but I should have fought against it, I should have fought to stay in
your life, anyway, even if you were living a lie. That's what parents do, son,
they say and do whatever it takes to make you feel protected and loved, and
I didn't know how to do it. My eyes watered and I blinked several times to
see clearly.
Damn, that was the last thing I expected. Life kept giving me surprises,
hitting me, waiting for me to get up later, hurt, yes, and damaged, but
encouraging me to continue on my way. "Don't let Maddie go without a
mother," I said, my voice cracking, and I didn't just mean that my mother
had to leave. My father understood exactly what he meant. "I'm going to do
everything in my power to ensure that neither of us is left without a mother,
Nicholas. The last thing I know, my father was pulling me into a hug that
took me completely by surprise. I couldn't remember the last time he had
done something like that, I couldn't remember the last time someone other
than Noah had needed that kind of affectionate display from me, and as I
felt the peace that came to my heart, I realized that, contrary to What I
thought, I also needed to lower my guard and let others take care, at least
for once, to protect me from the dark.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 24 guys...
CHAPTER 24:NOAH

CHAPTER 24
NOAH
Two weeks after Thanksgiving I received the much-desired call. They
hired me! The secretary told me that Simon Roger, one of the firm's senior
partners, needed a young, active right-hand man ready to make his life
easier. It started on Monday at seven in the morning and, although it was an
internship, they paid me a little more than what I had been charging in the
cafeteria, so perfect. When I arrived at the office on my first day, a rather
pretty woman with light hair and large brown eyes directed me to where Mr.
Roger was waiting for me. I knocked on her door and waited a few seconds
for her to let me in. When I entered I found a man much younger than I had
expected, his height and impeccable demeanor left me puzzled for a few
moments. He had green eyes and blond hair, almost a shade lighter than
mine. His navy suit and gray tie fit him beautifully and I knew I'd been
staring at him too long when a smile spread across his face. "Noah Morgan,
right?" he asked me, rising from his chair, buttoning his suit with one hand
and holding out the other a second later. I squeezed it with less force than
was necessary. "Yeah, it's me," I said, feeling a little stupid. Roger moved
away from the table to walk around it and sit down again. He motioned for
me to do the same, and I hurried to sit in one of the leather chairs across
from him. His office was quite simple: a wooden table, two chairs in front
of it, a Mac computer bigger than a house, and a few shelves with folders. -
When Lincoln told me that Nicholas's sister was looking for a job here I
was quite surprised, although looking at his academic record and the
recommendations he has, I'm glad he preferred to work for me and not for
Leister. I didn't want to hear Nicholas's name again, but considering they
knew each other, it didn't surprise me that the family came up. "Yeah, well...
I guess working for one's stepfather is never a tasteful dish," I commented
in a friendly tone. Roger looked up from the folder he was reading and
looked at me smiling. "I didn't mean William, but Nicholas, but I guess he's
right," he admitted, leaving the folder on the table and watching me
entertained. The job is simple: he will basically be in charge of doing my
errands, of being in the meetings taking notes and helping me with
everything I ask of him... I nodded understanding that I was going to be
something like his secretary. "His brother of his could find you something
better if he prefers..." "No, no, the last thing I want is to turn to Nicholas;
besides, he would have to go to New York, wouldn't he? I said, smiling
brightly. I had gotten a job and was dying to get started! Then Roger looked
at me with a frown. -Well, yes, it's true that Nicholas is in New York right
now, but this company is as much his as Lincoln's and mine, although I
understand that he wants to start at the bottom, that shows a lot of him... My
thoughts froze. suddenly and I felt cold. "I'm sorry... I don't think I
understood," I commented, feeling how a cold sweat ran down my entire
spine. Is this company Nicholas's? Roger looked at me as if he were an idiot
and pointed to the emblem above his head, etched into clear glass. I swear I
almost had a heart attack: it couldn't be true.
LEISTER, ROGER & BAXWELL INC.
LRB
Shit! That company belonged to Nicholas! "It's a project we've started
together, although he's the majority shareholder... I thought he'd know," he
confessed, surprised by my completely ignorant reaction. How could he
have been such an idiot? Who would think of showing up for a job without
just doing some research beforehand? "The truth is that my brother and I
don't have a very good relationship..." I began to explain. I called because
Lincoln Baxwell offered me the job a few months ago, but I had no idea this
company was Nicholas's...I..." I looked at him and felt embarrassment rise
to my cheeks. Sorry, I shouldn't have wasted your time, I'm leaving now.
Roger got to his feet almost at the same time as me and grabbed my arm
before he ran me out of there. "Wait, Noah," he asked me, pronouncing my
name very sweetly. Can I take you on a first-name basis, he asked me,
releasing me when he saw that he had stopped my escape. "Yes, of course,
it's more, I prefer it," I answered, wanting to give a less pathetic touch to all
that. Simon smiled lifting the corner of his mouth. "Nicholas doesn't have to
know you work here, if that's what you're worried about," he began calmly.
He does it from New York and, as far as I know, he has no intention of
leaving the Big Apple.
I took a deep breath with my thoughts at a thousand an hour. I knew very
well that Nicholas was not going to return to Los Angeles, much less now.
"Your boss will be me, not him," she added to convince me. God... could I
do it Could I work for Simon Roger knowing that one of the bosses was my
ex-boyfriend, the same ex-boyfriend I didn't want to see again for a long,
long time If I'd had any other job offer I wouldn't have hesitated Not for a
second... but I wasn't going to find anything better than this. "What do you
say?" he insisted. I swallowed all my fears and warnings and finally
nodded. Roger smiled at me, showing me his pretty white teeth. -Welcome
to my team... I'm looking forward to working with you. Forcing a smile, I
said goodbye and left his office. Fuck, Nicholas...why is it so damn hard to
stay away from you? As the days passed and I realized I wasn't going to run
into Nick, mostly because he was still in New York and running the LRB
stuff From there, I was able to relax and go to work in peace. The truth is
that I liked my job, it didn't leave me much time to think and think about it,
just what I needed. He worked all morning, except when he had to go to
class, and then he went back to the office and helped Simon with whatever
he needed. The weeks flew by and soon the holidays arrived. Christmas was
spent with my mother, Will and Maddie, since Nick had made it very clear
that he was not going to be able to be with us because of work, although he
knew that deep down he was leaving these holidays to me. The last night of
the year was spent with Jenna and Lion. My friend tried not to talk about
Nicholas when we were together, but the subject came up, almost without
meaning to. "He's not in love with her, Noah," she assured me over dinner,
"but he's moved on. Her last sentence was said by her looking at me
urgently. Jenna insisted that, since I could and was single, I should go out
more, meet people, let my hair down... As we began the countdown to the
New Year I thought that maybe I was right and the time had come to start
dating other people. One of the few mornings when my classes allowed me
to be in the office, Simon stopped by my small office, connected to his by a
very dark wooden door. I looked up from the computer screen and watched
him move closer to stand in front of the chair. He rested both hands on the
backrest and watched me with a smile. "You're doing a good job, Noah," he
said with a glint of pride in his eyes. I had already noticed that he had taken
me under his protection, I was the youngest of his team and also of the
entire squad, and he protected me and taught me as if I were his disciple.
She had learned a lot in the short month she had been there and she was
very grateful. "Thank you, Simon," I replied, blushing. That was one of the
things that happened all the time, since the damned man was ready to die.
Today he was wearing gray suit pants and an immaculate white shirt, the
sleeves already rolled up to the elbows. He had blond hair brushed up
slightly and his green eyes looked up at me with suppressed amusement. "I
came to buy you something to drink." I frowned a bit, but he kept talking.
Let's all go, we want to celebrate that we have signed with Coca-Cola for
the new spring campaign. Come on, don't look at me like that. You're the
young one, remember? I smiled in amusement and felt a little excitement in
my stomach. It had been a long time since I had gone out there to have fun
and if they all went I would not be the only one to say no, would I? I
accepted the offer and also the courtesy gesture he had with me by helping
me put on my coat. It was cold outside, so as soon as I went outside I
wrapped a pale blue scarf around my neck. When we came out it was just
him and me. "And the others?" I asked doubtfully. -They must be at the bar
by now, not everyone works as hard as you. I ignored that taunt-flattery and
followed him. We turned the corner of the high-rise company building and
started walking down the street surrounded by a crowd of people, vehicles...
the usual thing in rush hour. We were chatting as we walked and I was
surprised at how easy it was to talk to him outside of work and how relaxed
I felt around him. I was still laughing at a joke he had just pulled on me
when he suddenly stopped.
"Can I be honest with you," he said, looking into my eyes. I got nervous
at the change in tone... but I nodded, looking at him cautiously. -Sincerity is
always better than lies. She smiled again, and her hand brushed back a lock
of my hair and tucked it behind my ear. That gesture made me relive a
forgotten sensation, feel a slight flutter of butterflies in my stomach. "I like
you, Noah... I like you a lot and I would love to invite you to dinner," he
confessed, and he did it without shame, with the same confidence that a
man who has achieved a lot in a very short time and who is brilliant can
have, funny and a good boss. "Do you want to buy me dinner now...or is it
still up for drinks with the mates?" She was nervous and she was convinced
that he was aware. -To be honest, I made it up... I wanted to invite you in a
subtle way, but I was afraid that you would say no, so I told you a little lie.
"I see..." I said, not really knowing if I was amused that he had lied to me. -
Come on, I just want to get to know you better... We'll talk, we'll have
dinner in a nice place, we'll order the best wine on the menu and then we'll
each go to his house. It sounded good, but...was it a date? The restaurant he
took me to was fancy, but not fancy, not fancy enough to make me feel
uncomfortable, at least. There were different colored vinyls on the walls,
although they were all albums from the 1980s, and all the tables were
covered with super cute little red and white checkered placemats, with a
little candle in the center, all of which helped to give the stay a cozy and
homely atmosphere. He was an Italian, so at least she was sure he was
going to enjoy the food. I ordered ravioli with cheese sauce and he ordered
a vegetable lasagna. The truth is that I enjoyed the dinner, the talk, the talk
for the sake of talking, and the exchange of questions that we asked to get
to know each other better. It had been a long time since I had a date...before
I was with Nicholas I had been with my boyfriend Dan and in the meantime
I had barely had time to date guys and just hang out getting to know
someone else. She told me that he was the eldest son, the only brother
among four sisters who drove him crazy. He also came from a very wealthy
family - his father was an architect and his mother, a doctor - and he had
been the weirdo who had dedicated himself to marketing and
telecommunications. Dinner passed me quickly and we walked back until
we reached the parking lot at work. My red Audi was next to his:
coincidences of life. "Well, Noah," she began when it was obvious there
was no farther to walk. I was delighted to have dinner with you today and I
would like to repeat it as soon as possible. I laughed, everything had gone
so well that I didn't even believe it. No drama, no crying, no antics, just a
guy and a girl sitting together and exchanging information about their lives.
Yes, I had liked our date, but I tensed when he stepped forward and leaned
in, intending to kiss me. It came out instinctively, I turned my face and his
lips collided softly with my cheek.
"Hum," he exclaimed between amused and disgusted. I noticed him, how
handsome he was, in that sweet, masculine way, nothing like Nick's
ravishing beauty. "I'm sorry...I loved dinner, but I'd rather slow down," I
excused myself, feeling like a child, a stupid child who can't even kiss a guy
on the lips who just spent over a hundred dollars on a dinner. Simon
caressed my cheek with his fingertips. I liked his contact. "Very good...
you're not easy, but I like it better that way." Without saying anything else
he turned to his car and drove off. It took me a few seconds and when I did
I couldn't stop my eyes from filling with tears.
(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
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Be ready for chapter 25 guys...
CHAPTER 25:NICK

CHAPTER 25
NICK
I looked at the agenda that my secretary had just handed me and sighed
when I saw that I was barely going to have time to breathe. Between the
opening of LRB and the closing of the other two companies, I realized that I
was hardly going to be able to do anything other than dedicate myself
completely to work. I wasn't complaining, because I liked working,
especially on the new project that had cost me so much to start. I looked at
that morning's newspaper and cursed under my breath. Simon Roger had
called me that morning to insist that we couldn't afford the bad press so
soon: the image we gave at that moment was the most important thing,
according to him, and although I knew he was right, I didn't have time to
pose smiling in front of him. the cameras and explain the reasons for my
decisions. It had already been difficult for me to convince the board, I
couldn't do it with everyone. Everything would improve, although in due
time. The phone rang and I picked it up without thinking. It was Sophia.
"I'm busy," I said a little more curtly than I should. "You always are," she
replied simply. Your secretary told me that you are traveling to Los Angeles
next week. "I'm going to visit the LRB offices to make sure everything is
running smoothly." - She She also told me that you're going to have a party
to celebrate the opening. "I see that Lisa has you very well informed," I
commented annoyed. Yes, Roger has insisted that a party would be the best
thing to do to give a good image. "Were you thinking of letting me know
you were coming to California? May I remind you that we haven't seen
each other in over a month?" I got up from my chair and went to pour
myself a cup of hot coffee. The truth is that I had been so busy with work
and reminiscing about my last meeting with Noah that no, I hadn't thought
much about Sophia. "Of course I was going to let you know, I just didn't
have anything closed yet," I replied calmly. I heard Sophia think even from
so many miles away. "See you in your apartment then." The illusion with
which she spoke did not go unnoticed and, despite the circumstances, she
made me smile. "See you there," I said, sitting down again. You have the
key, don't you? I couldn't help but compare how I talked to her and how I
had with Noah. I had given her the key months before, because sometimes
she needed to stay in Los Angeles for work reasons and my apartment was
free. I had not really decided to sell it due to lack of time, the memories that
those walls kept burned as hot as the fire in the fireplace that I had lit in the
office... My flight to Los Angeles left very early and I would have just
enough time to get to the staff meeting he had called for that noon. He
wanted to see that the same mistakes were not being made as last time.
Also, I wanted to see my sister, since she hadn't been back to Los Angeles
since New Years. Noah hadn't shown up, and a part of me had ached to see
her with all my might. Her mother had told me that she had decided to stay
on campus because she had to study, but I well knew that the reason for her
absence had my name. The last night we had spent together, almost two
months ago, was still etched in my memory, every kiss, every word, every
sound, every sensation... I don't know what would have happened if he
hadn't left. Could I have left her after her? Would I have had enough
strength to stand up next to her with her in my arms and tell her that we
were finished? Fate had wanted her to make that decision, freeing me from
having to do it and so we had continued with our lives.
Now I had Sophia, although it was more of an obligation for me, to fulfill
the expectations of my existence. He wanted to have children one day, he
wanted to have a woman. I was never going to love anyone like I had loved
Noah, but I couldn't put my life on hold, it would always be something
painful to remember and I would always carry her in my soul, in my blood
cells as if she belonged to me. However, that didn't mean that she couldn't
make an effort for everything she knew she would want to have one day.
Steve was waiting for me at the airport, he had come to spend a few days
with his eldest daughter, who was graduating the next day from the
university. I smiled at him when I saw him and together we walked to the
car. "How's Aaron?" I asked as he strapped me in and turned on my cell
phone to check missed calls and messages. "Relieved to be finally done." I
smiled distractedly and looked at the time on my wristwatch. "You'd better
speed up, I wouldn't want to be late for a meeting I've called myself." Steve
did as I asked and it took us a little over half an hour to drive into the city
and stop by the building that had cost me so many millions. The commotion
that seemed to be in the office when they saw me arrive was not strange to
me, that had been something that I had ended up getting used to. "Good
morning, Mr. Leister, you are expected in the conference room," announced
a secretary whose name she did not know. -Thank you. Can you bring me a
coffee in a minute? I asked, crossing the room, aware that I was already
quite late. Plain and sugar free, thank you. The secretary hurried to the
coffee pot in an adjoining room, and I crossed the hall to the conference
room. When I opened the door I was surprised to hear that everyone was
laughing, there was no one sitting in her seat; what's more, they were
surrounding something that made them very funny. I surreptitiously
approached, knowing that no one had heard me enter, and I found a girl
with long blonde hair who, sitting on a chair, was trying to beat Simon
Roger himself. It took me an extra two seconds or so to realize that the girl
sitting there was Noah. I didn't understand anything, I stayed still watching
her laugh and force herself against that idiot's hand, who was obviously
letting her win, at least for a while. My eyes rested a few seconds too long
on their clasped hands and I saw everything red. "If in the ten minutes it
took me to get there you have time to set up this circus, I don't even want to
imagine what you'll do when I'm not here," I commented so loud that
everyone, including the two who looked at each other amused and sitting in
the middle, stopped. and they turned to me. Noah jumped to his feet at the
sound of my voice, and I was so shocked to see her again, and especially
there, that rage seized each and every one of my senses; Nothing mattered
to me at that moment, neither the employees I wanted to make a good
impression on, nor the fact that if Noah hadn't been there I would have
laughed with them and even asked to be allowed to participate. I fixed on
her and felt my whole world reeling again. "The meeting is cancelled," I
almost yelled. Tomorrow I want you all here at 7am and we'll see if you
keep your job: this is not a fucking playground! My gaze bored into
everyone in the room, especially Roger, who was standing too close to my
girlfriend, damn it, too close to Noah. I turned to head out the door, but not
before giving one last scream. "Morgan, come to my office!"

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
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CHAPTER 26:NOAH

CHAPTER 26
NOAH
I remained looking at the door, plunged into a silence that was also
maintained by all of us who were gathered there. "Fuck the boss!" -
Exclaimed one as he grabbed his things and left the room. "In the end, what
they say in the papers is going to be true," another commented, and I turned
to look at him. Many looked at me with pity, since I had been the only one
he had called and yelled at. Simon stood next to me and spoke into my ear.
"Do you want me to go with you," he offered, and everything he had made
me feel in the last few weeks stopped making sense. Nick was there. "Calm
down, it's fine, I know how to deal with it," I answered, and he looked at me
with a frown. We had gone to dinner a few more nights since that first time.
One day, during one of them, I ended up explaining to him about me and
Nick. Needless to say, Simon's surprise when he realized that my
relationship with him was far from brotherly. I smiled at Simon and made
my way out of the room to the office that Nick, as boss, kept in the
building, even though he was empty most of the time. When I got to the
door I knocked before going in, especially since those who were walking by
didn't take their eyes off me. "Come in!" he bellowed from the other side of
the door. As I did so, I found him pacing nervously around the office.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I took a deep breath and watched as he
took off his jacket, rudely tossed it onto a chair, and began to roll up his
shirtsleeves to his elbows. "I work here," I replied with a frown. I thought
you knew. Nick stopped in the process of yanking off his tie and stared at
his incredulously. "What the hell are you talking about?" I lost my job and
remembered the card Lincoln Baxwell had given me at Jenna's wedding; I
called him and he told me that he would find me something. I shrugged as I
said it, as if it had been too easy, which it really had. Nick leaned against
the desk and stared at me. "Why didn't you call me?" he asked, and I heard
a slight note of disappointment in his tone. I would have found you
something much better. I rolled my eyes. "You don't even know what my
role is in the company. "Right," he agreed, moving closer to me. Who do
you work for? Something told me he wasn't going to be amused, but he
couldn't lie to him, it would take less than a few minutes to find out what he
was doing there, and he didn't want to piss him off even more. "I work for
Simon...I'm sort of like his assistant. Nicholas took a deep breath, and it
took seconds for him to exhale. "Your assistant of his," he repeated
mockingly, raising his eyebrows significantly. And what the hell does that
mean? I looked at him, crossing my arms. "What's it going to mean,
Nicholas? Well, I help him with his schedule, I bring him coffees..."
"Coffees," he said, pronouncing the word as if it were an insult.
"Yeah, you know, that brown thing you drink in the morning..." "Don't be
funny with me," she cut me off, sitting behind her desk and taking a look at
me. Shouldn't you be studying? Do you still insist on working when you
don't need it? "The one who doesn't need it is you, Mr. Leister," she replied,
pronouncing her name with great emphasis. Nicholas looked at me like a
headmaster watching a student who has misbehaved. -You're so funny this
morning... Does being silly during work hours put you in a good mood? We
shouldn't have played arm wrestling during work hours, but he was the one
who was late. -In a good mood it makes me see how jealous you are to see
how much fun I have with your employees. "Roger, you mean.
"Employees," I insisted. "And I'm not jealous, just pissed off to see you
wasting the time of people who should be working their ass off to make this
business work." "So now it's my fault that we've been killing time while we
waited for you to deign to show up at a meeting you called..." "Well...let's
not start talking about blame, Noah, we could get all the smack." God,
sometimes I forgot how unbearable he could be! "Can I go?" I asked glaring
at him. -No. His eyes flashed into mine, with rage, with fury, with desire...
"You look good," he stated after a tense silence. The compliment caught me
by surprise. Luckily you've already recovered the kilos you had lost, I don't
like you skeletal. I wasn't expecting that comment." "Are you calling me
fat?" Nick laughed, and that sound nearly gave me a heart attack. -Do you
look fat No, of course I wasn't fat, I had never been fat, and it was true that
the kilos I had lost after our breakup had gradually been regained. Now she
looked healthier to me, less sucked. That was a good sign, it meant he was
moving on. "You're not bad at all," I told him, avoiding answering his
question. I guess being apart is starting to feel good. My tone was cold,
even I realized that, and Nick was silent, watching me and I guess
remembering, as I was doing, the last moments we had spent together. "Do
you want anything else?" I asked, taking us both out of that bubble in which
we seemed to have entered. I should keep working. Nick nodded without
taking his eyes off me. What was he trying to tell me looking at me that
way? I turned my back on him and went to the door. Before leaving I
turned. "You should relax more with your employees, Nicholas, they are
good people and they were all looking forward to meeting you today. Nick
tilted his head back a little, seemed to think about what to answer me but
finally he just nodded. Immediately afterwards, I went and left him alone, I
suppose with a lot to think about. The next day's meeting was much better.
Nick was kind and funny to everyone, but he didn't apologize for his
behavior the day before. He was the boss, after all, and I guess finding the
entire staff laughing and playing games in the boardroom wouldn't have
done well for anyone running a company. He seemed to pocket everyone,
everyone except Simon, who was watching him with cold politeness. I
didn't like that attitude, but he couldn't do anything either.
Nick treated me with the respect I deserved and had put a safe distance
between us, which I was grateful for. From time to time I would meet his
gaze, as if catching him off guard while he had been watching me. I
couldn't deny to myself that I liked having him there and it hurt me at the
same time, but I tried to concentrate on work and he didn't have many
occasions to talk to me either, his meetings were private and almost never
required my presence: I I was just a trainee. However, things took a turn for
the worse the day I walked out of my office and came face to face with
her...with Sophia. We both stared at each other, and even though inside I felt
like I was dying, I tried with all my might to stay calm. "Nice to see you," I
said in the most cheerful and calm tone that I could. Sophia looked at me
surprised and Nick, who was going towards Simon's office and had heard
my words, stood next to her and watched me cautiously, but unable to hide
some interest in her light blue eyes. "If you'll excuse me..." I turned on my
heel and went directly to the bathroom, where I gave myself a minute to try
as hard as I could not to cry. Take it easy, Noah... you were getting over it,
remember Breathe, breathe... don't give him the satisfaction of showing him
that it affects you. The image of the two of them together, side by side,
would haunt me forever. It was not the same to have seen them in a photo
than to see them in person; I was shocked to see how Sophia's face lit up as
soon as she felt him next to her, noticing how Nicholas's hand had lightly
rested on the small of her back... Fuck no, don't cry now, don't do it, don't
be stupid... I stood up quickly and dabbed at my face with a little water,
careful not to bleed my eye makeup. Next, I took out my lip gloss and gave
them another layer of confidence, I had to look strong, as strong as the
mature Noah he had shown himself to be a moment ago. When I came out
of the bathroom, Nick and Sophia were no longer where I'd left them. I
went to Simon's office, knocked, and when he waved me in, I found myself
face to face with Nick, who had come over to open the door for me. His
eyes scrutinized my face carefully and I looked away, immediately
surrounding him and approaching my boss. "I'll get you all these numbers
you ask for, Nicholas, don't worry," Simon told him. He nodded absently.
His eyes were still fixed on me. «Why do you stand there looking at me,
Nicholas? Go with your girlfriend, let me suffer in peace!» Nick seemed to
hear my thoughts, because he nodded, moved to the door, closing it behind
him. Simon looked from him to me and moved closer to me until he took
my hands. "Are you okay?" I shook my head and walked over to him, who
leaned against his desk; he pulled me closer. Simon and I had only kissed,
we hadn't gone any further, and we'd only done it twice. I knew that I
couldn't keep playing the fact that we were fifteen years old: he was twenty-
eight and he had made it more than clear to me that he liked him, that he
liked him too much. When he took my face between his hands and put his
lips on mine I felt something, I felt a slight tingle, but nothing to do with the
intoxication I felt just with Nick looking me in the eye. Simon seemed to
realize that he wasn't very up to it, he must have realized that she was
distracted and she wasn't completely wrong: at that moment she was
thinking of everything except him. "I wanted to ask you something," he
announced, breaking away from me and going around his table. He opened
a drawer and pulled out a white, ivory-colored envelope. In a couple of days
it's the company's inauguration party; They will all go, and I would like you
to accompany me. I slightly opened my mouth, almost on the verge of
automatically refusing. Going with him as a couple? That would be like
shouting to the rooftops that we had something, but wouldn't that be a good
idea to keep Nicholas's feelings at bay? He would surely go with Sophia, so
what would be the problem- What do you say, Simon urged hopefully. -That
I'm going to have to go out and buy a dress... if my boss lets me, of course.
Simon smiled with real joy and I walked out of there before I regretted it.
He was putting me in the lion's den.
The next night I went out for drinks with Jenna. We hadn't seen each
other for several weeks and we had decided to spend a girls' night to let our
hair down a bit; me because I needed to feel like she was still nineteen and
Jenna because she needed to let out her 'old me', the Jenna who wasn't
married and the one who didn't spend more than three days indoors. So, as
the night deserved, I put on a red leather miniskirt, transparent stockings
and a tight, warm, dark-colored sweater, a gift from my mother, as well as
my high-heeled, knee-high boots. I made waves in my hair, which I let fall
over my back, and I painted my lips the same color as the skirt. Jenna was
going to be proud. After fighting for a while with the GPS I got to the pub
where I had met her. My friend was waiting for me at the door and received
me with a huge smile. "You've looked very pretty today. Shall we go
hunting?" she asked excitedly. -The fact that I have made myself pretty does
not have to be related to men: I dress for myself; Also, you are married.
Jenna didn't seem to hear a word from me. "This is a pretty decent bar, it's
not a disco scene, you know. You can talk, the lights are dim... What do you
bet that in less than half an hour we'll have guys drooling for our attention?"
Today it consisted of having a few drinks, chatting and having fun by
ourselves... I'm not interested in looking for a guy and, for you to stay calm,
I have... something, with my boss. Jenna's eyes widened. "Blow off!" Her,"
she yelled, more excited than the idea of going guy-hunting at a bar. I
shrugged dismissively. -Invite me to the first drink and I'll tell you, but I
warn you that there is not much to tell... Jenna nodded even more excited
and practically dragged me into the premises. It wasn't very big, but it was
packed. Jenna ordered shots of something pink that tasted pretty good to
her, and we sat at a small table in the corner. Suddenly, the very heavy one
let me go: -Come on, count! Are you fucking him? Are you fucking the
boss? "I haven't fucked him, we went out to dinner and well...we
kissed...twice," I clarified. Jenna stared at me. "Twice," she repeated in a
tone she already knew very well. Don't go so fast, friend, lest I think you're
a slut. "Come on, shut up!" I ordered, throwing him one of the peanuts that
had been served with our drink. Jenna laughed, but she kept looking at me
like she was some kind of mutant bug from another galaxy. "Seriously,
Noah, I understand that sex is something special for you and all that, but
fucking for the sake of fucking has its advantages too." I laughed at her
while shaking my head in amusement. But Jenna didn't give up easily and
she spent the next hour trying to find me a date for that evening. When she
was going to introduce me to the fifth guy of the night I looked at the clock
and decided it was time to retire. "I'm sorry, Jenna, but I have to go if I want
to keep my eyes open at the company tomorrow. God forbid that Don
Estirado calls me back to his office loudly. She let out a laugh. "I haven't
asked how you're doing," she commented curiously, but cautiously at the
same time. The subject of Nicholas had long since become something that
made us feel a bit uncomfortable. As close as we were, Jenna had known
Nick since they were kids, and even though she'd always been there for me,
deep down she didn't forgive me for breaking her heart like that.
"As long as we keep our distance, I think that's fine," I said, knowing she
was lying like a knave: Nick's presence affected me more than I was willing
to admit. Just then I spied Lion, tall and handsome as hell, coming through
the door of the bar. He didn't take long to locate us, as if we had radar in our
heads. I greeted him with an amused smile, and Jenna made room for him
to sit next to her. "Hey, Noah," my friend's husband said, placing her big
hand on her bare knee at the same time. "Great, tired now," I replied,
leaving my glass on the table and ready to go home immediately. Now that
she knew Jenna wasn't going to be left alone, it was time to escape. I said
goodbye to them and left the premises in the direction of where I had
parked the car. It was later than I had anticipated, but I was relieved that I
had handed over to Lion: we all knew Jenna's stamina and I couldn't find
the energy to keep up with her. the highway. Being Friday night the traffic
was intense, so I decided that instead of joining the caravan that was a few
meters away, it was preferable to opt for another route, even if it took me
longer. I put the radio on to distract myself and when I had been driving for
about ten minutes I felt a strange sensation in the car. The steering wheel
began to resist, and I found it difficult to keep it straight. Shit! I started to
slow down, aware that I was on a back road, in the middle of nowhere,
muddy and slippery from the drizzle that had been falling for most of the
day. I stopped on the right side of the shoulder and put on my emergency
lights. I tried to remember what to do in these cases and, when I got out,
wrapped in almost total darkness and only interrupted by the car's
headlights, I opened the trunk in search of a flashlight, the reflective vest
and the emergency triangle. But, to my misfortune, I did not find them. I
searched like a man possessed in the trunk that was full of nonsense,
helping me with the flashlight of the mobile... in vain. A car passed me at a
speed that made me scream and jump almost a meter. "You'll be a jerk!" I
yelled at nothing. I shined the flashlight on the wheels of my Audi until I
verified that, indeed, it had punctured, it had punctured and I had no spare
wheel, no jack, or anything that could help me in this situation. Why Well
because all that was in my old beetle. I cursed myself for being so stupid for
forgetting to change the car stuff. I pulled out my cell phone and called the
only person I knew would come to my aid as soon as I hit the green call
button. The phone rang once.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._)
Be ready for chapter 27 guys...
CHAPTER 27:NICK

CHAPTER 27
NICK
It was two in the morning and I kept wondering what the hell I was doing
there, surrounded by shallow and idiotic people who not only liked me like
ass but also didn't stop sucking up to me as if that's how they were going to
become my soul friends. We were in a club in the center of the city, one of
those places where my father would go to meet his friends, where I had
gone because that was where many contracts came to fruition. I could
understand the golf thing, for example; Besides, my father had taken me on
a few occasions, since he was very little, and it was a sport that he enjoyed,
not as much as surfing, but at least he entertained me. However, meeting in
places like that was something that put me in a very bad mood. And not
only did I have to be surrounded by men in suits, sitting on leather sofas,
smoking cigars and believing themselves to be the gods of the universe, but
I also had to put up with how they tried to modify clauses in a contract that
we had been working on for almost six months. They had made me drop by,
catching me off guard, which was why everyone was impeccably dressed
and I was wearing jeans, a casual shirt, and a tie that Steve had picked me
up from the apartment or they wouldn't let me in the apartment.
establishment, the very jerks. As I took another cigarette out of the pack,
the sixth I'd had that night, I watched Steve walk away from the crowd and
take a phone call. For a moment I thought he was calling me so he could
give me an alibi and get out of there as soon as possible; However, when he
hung up, after frowning and nodding, and walked over to where I was, I
gave him my full attention. "I need to be away for a while," he announced,
looking at me very seriously. "Away?" "What happened?" I said getting up,
and moving to a corner of the room to speak openly with Steve, but not
before apologizing to those present. If this is a scam to get me out of here,
I'll raise your salary, Steve. My personal bodyguard smiled, but shook his
head. "Noah just called me. My body automatically tensed upon hearing his
name. "Apparently he has a flat tire and has nothing to change the tire on
the car, he is on a back road in the middle of nowhere," he informed me,
shaking his head and smacking his teeth. He has asked me to go help her.
Wait, what? "I'll go," I decided, surprising myself by realizing that he really
wanted to go. Give me the address. "Nicholas, he asked me if he was with
you and he expressly asked me not to tell you anything. I smiled amused.
"It's obvious you haven't listened to him. I'll go, Steve, and I'm not asking
you. He sighed in frustration. "Very well, I'll take a taxi to return home." I
send you the address to your phone; Everything you need is in the trunk,"
he patiently explained to me. I gave him a friendly tap on the shoulder and
walked over to the men in suits. "Gentlemen, I'm sorry to tell you that I
have to be absent: something has happened that requires my presence
immediately," I said, rejoicing at their indignant faces. We can continue
with the meeting in my offices and at a more reasonable time... Good
evening. I left without even giving them the option to answer: Noah was
always my best excuse.
As I followed the instructions on the GPS, I began to worry when I saw that
the car was in an almost deserted area, on one of those damned back roads
that many took to avoid traffic. She had always told Noah not to go into
those places, that they were dangerous, that the roads were in bad shape, but
she always had to do what she wanted. I saw her car a little after the start, it
was a danger, anyone who was a little distracted could take her ahead. She
didn't have emergency triangles on or anything. I made lights for her to
announce that she had just arrived. I parked in front of her and got out of
her car. She did the same, and we both stared at each other; me, wanting to
put her in my car and get her off the road and her as if the one who had just
gotten out of the vehicle was Satan himself. I walked over to her as she took
advantage of her to give her a quick run over. The headlights caused her to
be backlit, which marked each of her curves and made her hair shine in an
incredible way. She looked like an angel surrounded by darkness. "What are
you doing here?" she asked me, crossing her arms. She tried to pass it off as
a grimace, but she could see that she was frozen. The miniskirt that she was
wearing did not leave much to the imagination and, almost unintentionally,
my mind began to undress her slowly... she would have bet her neck that
she was wearing fine lace garters tight to her beautiful thighs her. I stopped
right in front of her, invading her space without being able to avoid it: with
Noah it was very difficult for me to respect, as I always did, the obligatory
distance between two people: with her things were different. to help you," I
told her, wanting to hug her so she would stop shivering. "I called Steve,
not you," she replied, looking away. My way of fixing my eyes on his had
caused him discomfort. "As it happens, Steve works for me. "Steve told me
that with any problem I had, he could always call him. "And who do you
think told her to tell you that?" I couldn't help but smile slightly at her
astonished face. "Didn't you have anything better to do? You know, now
you're a very busy person... And Sophia?" she asked me nonchalantly. The
mention of Sophia was not something that put me in a good mood; She still
had Noah's expression on her retina after finding her in the LRB offices. As
much as she had kept up appearances for her, I knew her well enough to
know that she had affected him as much as it affected me to think that she
could be with anyone else. "She's with her parents in San Francisco...Now
come to her," I said, taking her hand and pulling her to my trunk. There she
had saved what was necessary to be able to change a wheel. I rummaged
through the things until I found the vest. Put this on, please. Noah let go of
my hand and took the yellow vest I held out to him. He put it on without
question while I did the same with another one that I had stored there. "I
don't have to tell you how irresponsible you are not having any of this in
your own car," I commented, pulling the spare tire out of the trunk. Grab
the cat and follow me. Noah did as he asked. A lot of the girls didn't even
know what a cat was, but he was sure that if he gave the wheel to Noah he
would put it on even faster than me. Her next words confirmed it to me: "I
can do it by myself, you don't have to stay," she said, crouching down
beside me as I stood in front of the flat tire. "Don't talk nonsense and stay
with the car," I replied, getting up and grabbing the triangles. emergency out
of my trunk. By the time I got back to Noah, she had the jack under the car
by herself and was pushing hard.
I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her away, cursing under my
breath. "Do you want to wait for yourself?" I snapped at him angrily. I
looked down and saw that her knees were smeared with mud and that her
stockings had ripped from the rubbing of the stones on the ground. You
don't have to prove anything to me, I know you're perfectly capable of
changing a wheel, but is it so hard for you to accept that I've come to help
you? "I don't want your help, Nicholas," he declared. I turned to her trying
to control what those words aroused in me. "Don't you need the wheel
then?" I asked, looking at her very seriously. Noah pressed his lips together.
I can take it with me, a tow truck can take between twenty and forty-five
minutes to come and pick you up... And that's not counting the fine you can
get for not having the regulation wheel in the trunk of your car. "That's why
I didn't want Steve to tell you anything... In the end, you always end up
throwing things in my face," he blurted out without barely blinking. That
hadn't been my intention: the simple truth is that she'd rather be in the
middle of that bad road at two in the morning with Noah than anywhere
else, and that's where the problem lay. More angry with myself than with
her, I turned my back on her without answering and went to work. I noticed
her gaze on my hands throughout the entire process. The only noise that
interrupted the silence of the night was that of the cars passing by us and the
wind that seemed to want to lift us off the ground. When I finished, I got up
ready to leave and I found a totally silent Noah, leaning slightly on the car
and with his gaze fixed on my face. A car passed us and forced me to take a
step in her direction; She leaned against the door and I felt my hips engage
hers in an almost magnetic movement. Our eyes met in the partial darkness,
and suddenly I felt an almost painful urge to touch her skin and check that
her temperature had risen as much as mine. Barely blinking, my hand rested
on her hip and my fingers slipped under her shirt.
"You're freezing," I commented, sticking even closer, wanting to feel her;
however, her hand came between them. He placed it on my chest and
pushed me back slightly. "Don't do this, Nick," she warned me, avoiding
meeting my eyes. "I'm just making sure you don't get hypothermic," I said
so softly I don't think he even heard me. Everything seemed to fade away, I
just wanted to hold her cheeks and kiss those lips until the sun came up and
we were both at the same body temperature... I hated that I couldn't pull her
up and hold her, I hated that she didn't ask me to snuggle under my coat.
until the cold left her body, she hated not seeing that radiant smile when she
saw me arrive. I was going to fucking kiss her, I didn't even hesitate-what
were those lips made for if not to be kissed by mine-but Noah didn't give
me the chance: he crouched down and slipped into the crook of my upraised
arm. "I have to go," he announced with hardly any hesitation, opening the
driver's door and getting inside. When he pulled away, I was the one who
felt cold, but I didn't want him to leave like that. He'd been a jerk, I couldn't
do that to him, he just didn't think straight when we were alone. "Hey,
Noah," I said, getting level with the car window. She stopped with the key
in the ignition and rolled down the glass so she could see me better. She
won't happen again, I promise you. I don't know what went through her
head, but what I do know is that the look she gave me drove me crazy for
days.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._)
Be ready for chapter 28 guys...
CHAPTER 28:NOAH

CHAPTER 28
NOAH
I'm not going to make much mention of that little run-in with Nick,
because I don't know what hurt me more, his going to kiss me or his
promise not to do it again. I liked that I had the self-control to put an end to
it before anything happened, mostly because I knew how hard it had been
for me to recover after we went to bed last vacation. Nicholas was like that,
a man of impulse, a man who did what he wanted without thinking about
the consequences. If he wanted sex, let him find it with Sophia... Yuck! Just
thinking about it made me want to pull out all the hairs on my head, but I
didn't plan to be that girl, no, I didn't plan to be the girl whose boyfriend
dumps her and every time he feels like it they go to bed; no, no way That's
why I focused on the person who did want something more than to take me
to bed, the one who had invited me to the inaugural party of LRB. She was
a little nervous about the party, especially since Nicholas was bringing
Sophia and she wasn't quite sure she could handle it. When the day came I
put on a blue dress with small inlays, short and tight to the body, which I
had not been able to wear for a year, precisely because I was too thin, to the
point of having to put some padding in the bra so that the neckline would fit
well. Looking at myself in the mirror, I smiled, because I recognized myself
again in the reflection: yes, there were my breasts, those that had
disappeared a few months before and that, luckily, had decided to return. I
put on some heels that Jenna had left me the the previous week, some
cherry-colored Louboutins, which matched a small bag of the same color,
with rhinestones. I grabbed my long, elegant black coat, a Christmas gift
from my mother, and stepped outside when I heard Simon's car horn. When
I got outside, Simon immediately got out of the vehicle to walk me to him.
"You're spectacular," he commented, placing his hands on my waist and
pulling me into his mouth. Oh God, why didn't I stop feeling uncomfortable
when he did that... I pulled away from him a second later and zipped up my
coat since it was pretty windy outside. Simon's car was a nice vintage gray
Porsche and I couldn't help but remember the day I managed to get Nick to
lose his Ferrari... I still didn't know how he could forgive me, but we were
falling in love at the time . What would Simon do if he crashed or scratched
his prized car? He opened the door for me like a true gentleman, and
together we headed out in the direction of the party. The place was huge,
one of those with high ceilings and pretty painted drawings. I was surprised
to see so many people because the company was new, although of course, it
was only one of the many in the corporation. I recognized a few who
greeted me and asked about my mother and Will. Now that Nick was the
boss, William had chosen to step back and leave it up to him; besides, he
was already quite involved with being the father of a little girl at his age. I
looked around absently as Simon picked up two champagne flutes and
handed me one. "Looking for someone? Shit. I fixed my eyes on him and
brought the glass to his lips while shaking my head. "I was just admiring
the place...it's nice," I replied as he took another long drink from my drink.
Since Simon held an important position in the company, he had an
obligation to greet almost everyone. At first he dragged me down with him,
but after almost an hour I decided I'd had enough and headed for the bar
with the excuse that my feet were a little sore. Just as a waitress was
exchanging my empty glass for another of chilled, bubbly pink champagne,
my eyes strayed almost like a magnet to the front door. Well... there they
were: the king and queen of the ball. Sophia looked gorgeous in an elegant
long beige evening dress. She wore her hair tied to one side of her, which
fell over her shoulder in dark waves. Her face, on the other hand, shone in
the light of the room. He was... superb, yes, superb was the word. Dark gray
suit, white shirt, light blue tie, and that face that called for sin and doing
bad, dangerous, and forbidden things. Luckily the lights suddenly dimmed
to usher in dinner and Simon appeared to show me to our table. He gave me
all his attention; We chatted, ate, laughed and shortly after dessert he asked
me to dance on the dance floor where the rest of the guests and co-workers
were already doing. Despite having gone together, we wanted to be discreet
in front of the partygoers and not draw too much attention to our fledgling
relationship, so we acted like we were friends. I would be lying, though, if I
said I didn't enjoy seeing Nicholas not amused. At one point I found myself
alone, having a drink, my fifth so far this evening, and that's when Nick
finally decided to come over. I didn't see Sophia anywhere, but I felt her
presence, as if she was watching us. Simon had disappeared and I had no
idea where she was, but I was happy with the company of my friend the
bartender. "Did you get in last night okay?" Nick asked, coming up next to
me at the bar and scowling at me. -I arrived perfectly, thank you. The wheel
was on wheels, I replied, unable to help but laugh at my own joke. You
should dedicate yourself to that," I added, taking another sip from my glass.
"To change wheels," he said, looking at me amused. Good thing I don't put
my future in your hands... I smiled politely at him and brought the glass
back to my lips, something that Nicholas looked at nervously. "You came
with Simon," he stated more than he asked. -Very acute... Did you deduce it
because we were sitting together or because I haven't left him all night -I
deduced it from the first moment I saw you in the office. I thought there
was nothing between you... There could be layoffs for that. I looked up at
him, noting that he was much more tense than he was trying to appear at
first glance. "Him or me, who would you like to get rid of first?" "You
know perfectly well the answer," he stated, fixing his eyes on my lips. I did
the same with his, but then I looked for his eyes. I had to focus. "I just know
that right now I'm starting a new chapter in my life," I commented without
taking my gaze from his. Just like you did about a year ago. By the way, I'm
very happy for you, Nick, I love to see that you've fallen in love again, that
you're happy, that you've got the girl you fell in love with as soon as you
saw her. My words came out with so much venom that I thanked the angels
for Simon showing up right then, because I had no idea the things that could
keep coming out of my mouth. He had lost the filter and that could be
dangerous. "Everything okay," he asked, standing next to me. Nicholas
turned to my boss. "Great," he replied with a strange twinkle in his eyes.
Are you guys coming down to the venue downtown when all this is over?
Simon looked at me, who couldn't take his eyes off Nick. What the hell was
he planning? Noah, do you want to go? Go out with him and Sophia? No
thanks, previously dead. But before she could respond, Sophia appeared out
of nowhere and wrapped her arm around Nick's, who involuntarily tensed at
her touch. "Hey guys," she greeted with an obviously fake smile. I did the
same, relishing the possibility of getting my revenge during the evening.
"The truth is that I really want it," I answered putting my arm around
Simon's waist, a gesture to which he responded by putting his around my
shoulders. Nick didn't miss the detail.
"See you there in a bit," he hissed. After that, she only had to say goodbye
to the guests, not all of them, of course, and see how Nick went up to the
stage and thanked everyone for his attendance. Up there, in his suit, his
impeccable demeanor and the triumph in his gaze, he was the epitome of
perfection. He had become what he had always struggled to be, he had
exceeded all expectations and he was already taking over the world. I felt
proud, as much as I wanted to cut it into small pieces and fry them one by
one. I followed Simon out to the car, heading to the place Nick had invited
us to. It was a disco, very modern, and it was about ten minutes from where
we were. Upon arrival I was grateful to be able to take off my coat and
order another drink. Simon gave me an amused look as I called the
bartender over and asked for two shots of tequila. While preparing the
glasses in front of us I approached him. The music and the little light that
was in there encouraged me to take a step forward and place my lips on his,
which automatically responded with enthusiasm. I felt the alcohol on his
breath as he thrust his tongue into my mouth and I let mine meet him. "Two
shots of tequila," the waiter announced, forcing us to separate. Simon
kissed... okay? Yeah, okay. I shamelessly licked the back of my hand and
sprinkled salt on myself, handing it to my partner, who was staring at me as
if stunned, a second later. "What's up?" I asked, taking the glass in one hand
and the lemon wedge in the other, preparing myself. Simon laughed and
followed suit. "You have no idea what you do to men, right," he asked me,
approaching me. The truth is that no, the only man I had thought to make
him feel something had confessed to me that he had ended up falling in love
with another. And speaking of the King of Rome... My gaze drifted just at
that moment to the couple who had just walked through the door. I looked
at Simon again, forcing a smile onto his lips, clinked my glass against his,
raised it to my lips, and drank it down in one gulp. The tequila burned my
throat and before I could gag I popped the lime into my mouth and bit down
on it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nick spotting us and heading
towards us with Sophia hot on his heels. I wanted to run in the opposite
direction, but thought better of it and stayed by the bar. Simon, who had his
back to them, didn't notice their approach, so by the time Nick got to us I
had Simon practically eating my ear. I laughed as if he'd told me the
funniest joke in the world, then grabbed his arm so he turned to his boss. "I
see you started without us," Nick commented, motioning for the waiter to
get us another round. "Oh, mother, another shot!" My body was not going
to take it.
"Sorry, we haven't been introduced," Simon said to Sophia. Nick looked at
me for a second, then turned to make introductions. 'Simon, Sophia, Sophia,
Simon, one of LRB's investors, I told you about him...' Nick made the
introductions too casual. Nicholas wasn't even looking at her; What's more,
she was so aware of me that I even got violent, violent because Simon
seemed to be taking note of each one of the words spoken. I reached for the
shot, but Nick beat me to it, took it, and brought it to his lips, no salt and no
lemon, the old-fashioned way. Maybe it was a good idea to cut the alcohol
for now and I was grateful that just at that moment a familiar song blared
from the speakers. That gave me the perfect excuse to get out of there. "Will
you dance with me, Simon?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his and
blinking in an attempt to be provocative. "Sure," he replied, leaving his
glass on the bar and apologizing to the others. I felt Nick's icy gaze on the
back of my neck, so fixed that I could almost feel the hole he was making in
his skin. On the dance floor, people were jumping and I was moving to the
rhythm of the music. I turned my back on Simon and let him pull me in
around the waist. With his hand on my stomach, I trembled as his mouth
began to nibble on his neck, exquisitely sensual and nothing but decorous.
"This you're doing is going to get me killed, baby," he told me, and his
damn name reminded me of the way Nick always used to call me:
"freckles"... It had been too long since he'd heard that word. My eyes
automatically drifted to the bar, looking for him, but he wasn't there. Where
the hell had he been? I was putting on that little act for him and realizing he
wasn't there watching me pissed me off, a lot, too. I turned on myself and
before Simon kissed me again in that outrageous way I excused myself and
told him that he needed to go to the bathroom. I left there stomping, fuming,
and also very, very drunk, it must be said, because the tequila had gone up
fast, very fast. But before I could get into the bathroom, before I even made
it to the long line of girls waiting to get in, a hand yanked hard on my wrist,
forcing me into a crowded hallway lined with small flashing colored lamps.
red, green and blue. I got a little dizzy, but then my back hit the wall and a
mouth I knew all too well slammed into mine, while a hot, stringy, hard
body pressed me against that wall, jamming a knee between my legs and
squeezing. hard. At first I struggled, because I didn't want him to touch me,
no, not even dead. I was angry, angry that I was with her, angry that I'd
chosen not to watch the ball I'd given her, and angry that I hadn't done
anything to stop Simon from touching me. Where was the Nick I knew?
What had become of him? His hand caught my wrists and lifted them to the
top of my head and held them there. I could hardly move, since his pelvis
had me prisoner against the wall. With his other hand he caught my chin
and brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. He said nothing, absolutely
nothing, but he just lowered his head and introduced his burning tongue into
my mouth until it almost brushed my bell. At one point our eyes met in the
shadows and what I captured made me shudder: he suffered from the same
thing as me, from the space, the immense space that had been created
between us, almost impossible to bridge, an abyss between our lives. . He
had been with Sophia for a long time now, longer than our relationship had
lasted, and I... well, I had taken a giant step, going from not being able to
even make conversation with someone of the opposite sex to dating. and
make out with my boss. What would it be? What would it be that would
help us realize that we needed to be together? Was there still something left
to save? Something to recover? Was there a burning nail left to hold on to?
Apparently not. Nick seemed to hear my thoughts, it was as if with that kiss
we had mentally connected. Seeing that he stopped struggling he released
my hands, which I rested on his shoulders. Immediately afterwards, I pulled
him into my body, then I hugged him by the neck and pressed against him,
eager to feel him against me. She needed to feel that he wasn't going to
disappear. We kissed in a desperate kiss, a kiss that we shouldn't give each
other, a kiss that was already forbidden for us.
He separated from me a few seconds later and caressed my ear with his lips.
"He's never going to make you feel the way I do, don't forget," he
whispered against my skin. I didn't know what to answer to that... What
could I tell him? That he was wrong. We both knew that wasn't true and
never would be. "Noah..." she said when she saw that I was silent. The
reality of her words had hit me, leaving me dazed in place. Why did saying
my name sound like you were asking me a question, a very important
question? Before I could do or say anything, I felt a sharp, painful pinch in
my stomach. I pushed him with weak hands, turned to the side and started
to vomit. It took Nicholas a second too long to react, but he grabbed my
hair from the ponytail so it wouldn't fall over my face and held me from
collapsing as he expelled all the damn alcohol I'd gotten into my body. I
kept throwing up for a while, forcing myself not to think about how I was
leaving the floor in that dimly lit hallway. At least nothing was visible and
the music mitigated the sound of my frequent retching. When I finally
thought it was over, I got up and Nick led me out the back door of the shop.
"No, no," I refused. She wanted to go back, since Simon was still there and
he would worry. "I'll take you home right now," he said in that tone that he
brooked no reply. Steve came around the corner with the car after Nick
called out to him. He got into the back seat with me. "Are you feeling
better?" he asked me in a strange tone of voice. The truth is that no, he did
not feel good at all. I wanted to get home and drink a giant glass of water;
then I wanted to brush my teeth and cover myself with a very warm blanket,
because I was freezing. I began to shiver, almost spasming. Damn... it had
hit me hard. Nick pulled me towards him, took off his jacket and put it
around my shoulders; then he held me until I had to rest my head on his
shoulder, where I fell asleep, or unconscious, almost instantly. I opened my
eyes and staggered as Nick yanked me out of the car. "Go find Sophia and
take her to the apartment; Then come pick me up," he instructed Steve
without even looking at him as he scooped me up. "I can walk," I
complained, weakly. Arriving at the door he put me down, he rummaged in
my bag until he found the keys and we entered my apartment. Just as Nick
dropped me on my bed I doubled over after receiving a painful pang in my
stomach. "I need to go to the bathroom," I commented trying to hide how
bad I was feeling, I didn't want him to know how irresponsible he had been.
Damn tequila, damn champagne, and damn gin. Only I could think of
mixing three different types of alcohol. "Are you going to throw up?" he
asked, and I heard a twinge of irritation in his voice. I looked up and saw
that he was looking at me disgusted. "You can go now, Nicholas," I said
venomously. -Can I go? Oh, thanks for your permission. "You're going to
wake up my roommate," I warned, glaring at him. "I don't give a shit," he
blurted out then.
I clenched my jaw and sat up so he wouldn't have to look down at me from
his damned height. That movement almost managed to kill me, I had an
enormous desire to vomit and on top of that, when I did, when I got up, I
noticed something... damn it, that had to be a joke. I pushed him away from
me and went straight to the bathroom. When I entered I saw that my period
had just come down. Hence the damn cramps. Not even caring that
Nicholas was out, I stripped off my clothes, tossed them in the laundry
basket, and stepped under the freezing water. That would help, sure. I didn't
stay long, just long enough to take a quick shower and help my mind clear.
When I left I put on a tampax, wrapped myself in the towel and went to my
room, hoping that he had already left; but no, there he was, sitting at the
foot of my bed. "You can go," I said, heading to the closet, barely looking at
it. -I'll leave when I see fit; Now drink this," he said, handing me a large
glass of cold water. I was still wrapped in the towel and my hair was
dripping all over the carpet in my room. "I'm going to get dressed, so turn
around," I hissed. Nicholas rolled his eyes. What was it about me that I
hadn't already seen? But I cared very little about logic at that moment. I
stared at him until he turned and he had his back to me. Quickly, as quickly
as my drunken state allowed me, I put on cotton panties, shorts, and a
pajama top. "That's it," I announced and went over to him to take the glass
of water he held out to me. "Ibuprofen, too," he said, and I realized that I'd
had to open my nightstand to find it. If I was not mistaken, on my night
table was his letter, the one he had given me so long ago and that I reread
many more times than I would admit out loud. After taking it, I got into
bed, pulled the quilt up to my neck, and turned my back on him, facing the
wall. A few seconds later I noticed that he was sitting next to me on the
mattress. His fingers stroked my hair, gently pushing it away, and I closed
my eyes against that warm, special touch. "You should throw it away...those
words don't mean anything anymore." After saying that, he left.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 29 guys...
CHAPTER 29:NICK

CHAPTER 29
NICK
Steve left me at the door of the apartment block that he had closed some
time ago with the clear idea of not returning. Returning there, after more
than a year, had been hard: memories, damn memories were present in
every corner, in every corner, in every room. Seeing her with Simon that
day had been like having my heart cut open with a knife. Damn Simon
Roger, damn it, how I would have liked to smash his face in! She would
have kicked all his teeth out when I saw him kissing her neck, her skin... her
lips. Then came the moment when I backed her against the wall, the
moment when I forgot everything that had happened, when it seemed that
we were ready to erase everything and move on. Having her in my arms
was always something magnetic, pure attraction, against which nothing can
be done. Suddenly, however, something seemed to hit me like a wrecking
ball: I became aware that an invisible veil, a veil I hadn't noticed before,
had come between us. What was it? Time? Our lives already almost
completely remade and separated? A love that was beginning to freeze in
memory? More real than I could have ever imagined. I got into the elevator
thinking about her face resting on the pillow, her hair scattered over the
white sheets, the letter I had seen on her nightstand, always close at hand,
close... Those words had stopped making sense? Yes, of course I did... no
matter how much I lost control when she was in front of her, no matter how
much I wanted her, no matter how much I wanted to return to where we had
left off, the truth was that she had cheated on me with someone else. When
I opened the door I noticed that the lights were on. Sophia was on the sofa,
sitting, looking at the television screen turned off and with a glass of wine
between her fingers. I took off her jacket and placed it on the couch across
from hers. Her eyes drifted to me and I saw something I didn't like. -Were
you with her? What was the use of lying, of course I had been with her, you
didn't have to be very intelligent to reach that conclusion. "Yes, I've taken
her home, she wasn't feeling well," I answered, turning her back on her and
pouring myself a drink. "She Is she with someone, Nicholas, he could have
taken her home...Thinking of Simon as that someone drove me crazy. "Are
you really questioning me, Sophia? You know I don't like answering to
anyone," I said, setting the bottle down with a thud. Sophia got up from the
sofa and with a sure step she placed herself in front of me. "Ours is not a
game anymore and if this goes any further you will have to take me into
account, Nicholas." So yes, I question you. Before, I didn't care what you
did or didn't do, it was clear what our type of relationship was, but it's been
a while since we've been in that direction, so I'd like you to keep your word.
I looked into her black eyes with her attention and I saw much more than
she intended to show me. I took a step in front of her, cupped her chin, and
gazed at her more closely. "I'll keep my word," I stated, caressing her skin
with a light caress of my fingers. But you do yours. Sophia closed her eyes
for a moment, then stared at me again, this time hiding many things.
"I'm not going to fall in love with you, so stop worrying." Saying this, she
separated from me, turned her back on me and went to my room. I drank
what was left of my drink and went after her. Now it was my turn to keep
promises.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 30 guys...
CHAPTER 30:NOAH

CHAPTER 30
NOAH
After Nick left and I slept for a couple of hours, stomach pain and a
renewed urge to vomit woke me up. I nearly fell out of bed in my rush to
get to the bathroom. I was so exhausted that I didn't even realize I had to go
to work. I got up as best I could and washed my face. She had black rheum
from the remains of yesterday's makeup and dark circles under her eyes. I
put on makeup and almost spent the entire bottle trying to cover up my
embarrassment. I grabbed my backpack, coat, and car keys and hurried out
of the apartment. The last thing I wanted was for Nick to have another
reason to fire me; Thinking of that, I couldn't help but remember our ardent
kiss last evening. I looked at my cell phone messages while I was driving,
which is not a good thing to do, by the way, and I saw that I had, like, ten
missed calls from Simon. "Oh shit!" I had forgotten that I wasn't alone now,
dammit. And now, what the hell was I going to tell him? That my ex-
boyfriend had brought me home after sticking his tongue down my throat. I
needed coffee, yes, coffee would make me think clearly, help me deal with
the consequences of last night. , but just as I was entering the building and
heading to the elevator, I saw him. There was Nick, in a business suit,
staring at his cell phone screen as he waited for the elevator to arrive. I took
a deep breath cursing my luck and went there. I considered taking the stairs,
but going up fourteen floors with a hangover was not something I really
wanted to do. I stopped next to him and he looked up from his phone to
focus on me. Damn, I wish I was one of the people whose memory is erased
by alcohol. Now that situation would be less awkward. "What are you doing
here?" "I work here," I answered rolling my eyes. Nick ignored my flippant
response. -I thought you wouldn't come today, yesterday you were so sad...
-Well, I didn't want to give you reasons to fire me -I answered, ignoring his
presence as best I could and getting into the empty elevator when the doors
opened. Nicholas followed me, putting his cell phone in his pocket. "How
are you?" he asked with something strange in his voice. "I'm fine," I said,
surprised that he cared about me. Yesterday things had gotten out of hand
again; he had provoked it, I know, but I never thought I would go down the
way he did. "You should throw it away...those words don't mean anything
anymore." His words came to my mind as rescued from a dense fog. Why
had he said that to me? To hurt me? If he really believed those words he had
said so long ago meant nothing, why the hell had he kissed me again, why
had he taken me home to make sure I was okay, why? What was I
wondering how I was doing now? That had to end, I couldn't keep going
blindly. Barely stopping to think about what I was doing, I stepped forward
and hit the red stop button. The elevator made a strange rattle, let out a
high-pitched beep, and stopped. I turned to Nick, who was both surprised
and confused. "Why?" I asked, crossing my arms in an attempt to feel
protected in front of him, my only way of pretending there was a barrier
between us.
"Why what?" he answered with a frown. "Why did you kiss me?" Nick
stared at me as his only answer. -You should not do it. He raised his
eyebrows skeptically. "I didn't hear you complain. I felt myself turn red.
Nicholas smiled in a way that took my breath away. -Now you will tell me
that the little dance you did on the floor was not to make me jealous. I
widened my eyes feigning indignation. "You're not the center of the
universe, it had nothing to do with you," I lied. Besides, what does that have
to do with anything? It's the second time you've done it... It's you who came
looking for me, you did it at your father's house and you're doing it now,
and I don't like it, you confuse me and... "So what?" he interrupted me,
taking a step in my direction. This time I didn't back down but just stayed
where I was: I was going to deal with it, I was sick of the emotional ups and
downs that followed each of our reunions, every time I thought I could
forget it I showed up and did things that made me question my judgment.
"That I'm sick of this, Nicholas, it's been a long time, and I'm trying to
move on. He didn't seem very amused by my last comment. "Move on with
Simon." In each of those words he had inoculated poison. "With Simon or
whoever he is... I deserve to be happy too," I stated with determination. I
want what you and I had, Nicholas... and if Simon... He didn't let me finish
the sentence. His hand gripped my wrist and he pulled me hard until my
chest collided with his, our feet flat on the floor. -Repeat that. Say again that
you want Simon to give you the same as I did. My breath caught as he was
so close, his fragrance flooding my senses and I wanted to pull away to
regain control, but he stopped me by placing his other hand on my back and
pressing me against his body. "Someday I will be with someone else,
Nicholas. You can't pretend that nobody touches me and that I'm at your
entire disposal when you feel like it. I'm with Simon, accept it, just like I
accept you being with Sophia," I said, feeling a bitter taste in my mouth at
even mentioning his stupid name. Do you remember Sophia? Your
girlfriend? I added with disgust. Nicholas's expression changed, he looked
at me for a few moments that seemed like forever and in which I could see
how the anger that my words provoked in him transformed him at times.
"You're playing with fire, Noah. Her fist clenched into his side hard. -I'm
not playing anything, it's you who pretends to play both sides. Nicholas
gave a bitter laugh. "It's ironic that you're the one who blurts that out."
Don't you think "God, always the same! Damn, is he ever going to stop
reminding me? Without taking my eyes off him, I reached over and hit the
red stop button again. The elevator started up again as the two of us
continued to fight the longest battle in history. Before the doors opened I let
out one last comment: -As much as it hurts... we both knew that this
moment was going to end up coming. I saw that he was going to say
something, but the doors opened and I slipped between them, fleeing from
anything hurtful that he was going to say. For the first time since we broke
up, I wanted him to go away. Getting off the elevator I made a beeline for
Simon's office. I owed him an explanation. When I entered, I saw him
leaning against his desk, arms crossed and a worried face.
"What happened to you last night, Noah," she asked when she saw me and I
felt my face blush. One moment you say you're going to the bathroom and
the next I'm looking everywhere for you, worried... I thought something
happened to you, damn it, seriously, don't do that again. -I'm sorry, I know I
left you stranded, I... -I was looking for you for an hour until a guy in a
jacket came to tell me that you had gone home... Why did you leave Damn,
I felt so guilty... She had been a complete idiot and now she had put into
play what she had begun to have with Simon. She took a hesitant step,
weighed down by losing what she sounded like was going in the right
direction. -I got terrible, I'm embarrassed even telling you. I would like to
tell you that I just had to leave because someone asked me to help them in
an emergency or that a friend of mine broke up with her boyfriend and
called me to comfort her or that I sprained my ankle and had to go to the
emergency room without hesitation, but The truth is that I went too far with
the drink. I don't want you to think that I'm a kid who can't drink or worse,
but the truth is that: I was drunk... and I assure you that the hangover I have
right now is punishment enough; Please forgive me. I took a deep breath to
recover from my monologue and noticed that Simon was starting to look at
me the way he used to. He pushed himself away from the table and moved
closer to me until he was a foot from me. "Next time let me know and I'll be
the one to get you home safely... I know we've only known each other for a
few weeks, but I like you and I want you to trust me if you're ever in
trouble." Guys and girls, here's a mature reaction. I gave him a smile that
didn't reach my eyes. He passed a hand around my waist and brought me
closer to his body. -I had a good time last night, but I'm sorry that wasn't
your case. -It was great until I decided to drink the third shot; I screwed up
there, but the rest was incredible, really, I had an incredibly good time.
Simon ran his hand up my navy blue blouse and pulled me to him. After the
argument with Nick I wanted, needed, for me and Simon to work out. He
kissed me tenderly and affectionately on the mouth. My hands went up to
take him by the neck and force him to deepen a kiss that he needed to make
me forget the man who was a few meters away. We parted, breathing a little
fast, and I saw Simon smile. -Am I forgiven -More than that, I'm going to
tell you off more often... I laughed and just then the door of his office
opened. It was Nick's secretary. 'Mr Leister has called a meeting for an hour
from now. He wants to see us all there. The meeting with all the members
of the sector was torture. I had to take care of the projection and pass the
slides, and that put me in the spotlight, I was standing while the others
watched me from their respective places, especially Nick. If I didn't control
the way he looked at me, Simon and everyone in the office would become
suspicious, and that was the last thing I wanted. When finished, Nicholas
got up and asked us to stay a few more seconds. "I wanted to address a
tricky subject, but I think it's important. We all looked at him carefully, we
had no idea why he had suddenly gotten so cold. I don't know if some of
you are not aware of the rules of this company and for this reason I have
ordered copies to be made for each one of those present here so that you can
also send them to your subordinates. They all looked closely at Nicholas,
who returned their gaze in a professional and distant manner. Fraternization
between employees is strictly prohibited. I opened my eyes surprised. I felt
Simon's eyes on Nicholas, and suddenly an awkward silence filled the
room. -It is a norm that has always prevailed in each and every one of my
family's companies and that I consider important for their proper
functioning. His gaze swept us all, stopping at Simon and then at me. If that
is clear, you can continue working, thank you. A rumor spread through the
room as those who had attended the meeting strove to get out of the
boardroom as quickly as possible. God, that rule was ridiculous!
I turned to Simon and saw him get up, but he made no move to go to his
office. Nicholas finished packing his things into his briefcase and looking
up at us, he put the pencil he was holding between his fingers on the glass
table and stood up ready to listen to whatever Simon was about to tell him.
"You know something, Nicholas," she said, coming around the table and
coming towards him. I looked at them nervously, not really knowing what
to do or say. I shouldn't have made out with him last night, at least not in
front of Nick, let alone mentioned him in the elevator. Damn, I had handed
him the opportunity to throw this in our faces! -I think it's very good that
you require employees to comply with your stupid rules, but you must not
forget that I am a partner in this company, so your orders regarding my
private life you can put them where they fit. Nicholas did not seem
surprised by this verbal attack; what's more, he stood up as tall as he was
and faced him unceremoniously. "I own sixty percent of the assets, which
basically leaves you with twenty, considering you share the remaining forty
with Baxwell. In the partnership agreement it was very clearly established
that the company was under the jurisdiction of Leister Enterprises, so if you
want to propose a meeting with the board, that is, with me and my advisers,
go ahead, I have no problem. "Shit." "Nicholas, you're not being fair," I
admonished under my breath. I couldn't believe what was happening. "If
one day either of you wants to run a company, you can do whatever you
want with it, but in the meantime, that's how it is." If I see you together
again in some kind of compromising situation or that makes me suspect,
believe or simply doubt that you are having a romantic relationship, I will
put you on the street. Understood? I kept looking at Simon and felt sorry for
him, you could tell he wanted to punch him in the face, but no matter how
much the situation called for it, he wasn't going to hit his boss; he couldn't
do or say anything, he had spoken badly enough already, and seen what he
had seen, he feared that Nicholas was waiting for the slightest opportunity
to kick him out of the company. Simon took his things and left the room,
slamming the door. Nicholas turned to me, who was still standing there like
an idiot, my blood boiling with the rage he felt, with helplessness. At that
moment I hated him for being so selfish, for not loving me for himself, nor
for anyone else, I hated him for continuing to play with me even knowing
that my heart continued to cry for him. "Are you also going to walk out that
door like an angry teenager because I couldn't care less," he said picking
things up from him like nothing. "But what the hell is wrong with you?" I
snapped, raising my voice and clenching my fists tightly. Nicholas gave me
a poisonous look. I'm trying to run a company. I'm not going to let you
sleep with one of my partners. "But that's none of your business!" -I yelled.
"You're incredible," he stated, lowering his tone and glaring at me.
Sometimes it's hard for me to remember the reasons why I was in love with
you, I think, and it all boils down to quite exciting sex, yes, but it doesn't
even remotely make up for all the shitty moments you put me through.
Since when had this become a conversation about us! "You talk like you're
a bloody saint." I remind you that I slept with another because they made
me believe that you had done it with two others behind my back. Mine was
a mistake, but what about you! What about you, Nicholas! How many
women have you taken to bed since we broke up Even me, God, I let you
do what you wanted with me and you were with someone else! I have hit
bottom with you, you treat me as if I were your property or as if I were a
toy that entertains you in your moments of boredom. You won't let me
move on and that's so selfish! Nicholas put his things on the table and came
over to me. She was very pissed off, she was breathing heavily and my
hands were shaking... I had let off steam, I had needed to let go of that, that
and much more, keeping things inside was useless. "Do you know why?
Because I'm not going to let you go ahead until I've made it." Things are
like this; I don't want to see you happy, I don't want to see you with anyone
because I'm not done with you yet! I pushed him with all my might and
walked away until I reached the other end of the room. "You're not going to
touch me again," I hissed. The effect of my words brought a predatory glint
to his dilated pupils. You think you can do what you want with me, but
that's not the case; while you're with another, our kiss yesterday will be the
last one we're going to give each other. Nicholas stopped in front of me and
placed both hands on the wall, one on each side of my head. "I can't stand
seeing you with that guy, it drives me crazy," he confessed, looking at me
intently, passion and resolve clear in his eyes. I let out a wry laugh. "Well,
it's not like I'm crazy to see you with Sophia either. Nick ignored my
comment and moved a little closer to me. "I need to be inside you," he
blurted out then, without any shame. -No. Nick gave me one of those
lopsided smiles I've been so fond of. "You know perfectly well that I can
change your mind so quickly that you won't even know what happened." -
As he said it, he took my chin and with his thumb caressed my cheek until
he reached my lower lip. I took her hand and pushed it away. "I'm not going
to play this game, not this time," I stated, pulling away from him. There is
no solution to this anymore, Nicholas, it would only hurt us more and I've
already suffered as much as my body can take, I'm not bringing more
people into this, you're with Sophia and I'm starting something with Simon,
and thats the reality. Nicholas shook his head, growing furious again.
"You're not going to start anything with him, Noah, at least not here," he
threatened me bluntly. I looked around me. If that was how things were
going to be..." "Then he left him. I resign," I said leaving him stunned. I
broke away from him and left, closing the door behind me. That's it, it was
done... there was no other reason left to see him again.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 31 guys...
CHAPTER 31:NOAH

CHAPTER 31
NOAH
Although the decision had been made hastily, that night in my bed I
understood that it was the best thing to do. She had to turn the page once
and for all, and working for him, she wasn't going to get it, it was absurd.
Simon had left me several missed calls on my mobile, he had tried to
contact me, to ask me if he was okay and I had ignored him, focused as he
was on my anger with Nicholas. However, I decided to take one of his calls.
I asked Simon if he minded if he went to his apartment to see him and when
he got over his surprise he didn't hesitate to give me the address. It didn't
take me long to get to the apartment complex where he lived, which was
only a block from where Nick used to live. By the time I got to his door, I
was more than clear about what I was planning to do. Simon greeted me
with concern reflected on his face. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a
loose-fitting dark red T-shirt. Red, the color that I saw at that moment
everywhere. I didn't even let him speak, as soon as he opened me up he
threw me into his arms. Suck on this, Nicholas Leister. Simon put his arm
around my waist as he slammed the front door shut. When he had both
hands free of him he grabbed me around the waist and lifted me off the
ground in a gesture that reminded me too much of Nick. Damn why did he
like guys so much to pick me up and carry me around "Noah, focus." When
he put me on the kitchen counter, I stepped back so I could see the reaction
my attack had gotten. Simon was looking at me as if he had never really
seen me. -When you called me an hour ago to tell me you were coming, I
swear this is the last thing I expected to happen. I didn't want to talk, it
wasn't what he needed at that moment, I needed to get Nicholas out of my
head, out of my skin, out of my soul. Keeping my eyes locked on Simon,
those dark green, blond-lashed eyes, I pulled my T-shirt over my head until
I was down to my bra. "Fuck," Simon exclaimed, tugging at the back of my
neck and claiming my mouth once more. I let him play with my tongue as
much as he wanted, but when his hand began to move down my bare back, I
involuntarily tensed. "Are you okay?" he asked, pulling away and stopping
his hand on the clasp of my bra. "Just...can we go to your room Darkness...I
needed her, something that hadn't happened in a long, long time." Simon
smiled and picked me up again, leading me to a door in a dimly lit hallway.
"I know how to walk," I told him unable to help it. "I know, but I like
feeling you the way I'm doing right now." And as much as he was feeling
me, his erection was digging into my skin like a fucking aluminum rod.
Simon deposited me on the bed, took off his shirt and stretched out on top
of me, supporting the weight of his body and placing small kisses on my
stomach. I squeezed my eyes shut...fuck no, why? Why did I want to cry so
bad? Simon undid the top button on my jeans and suddenly memories of
Michael, of that night, of his mouth on my skin, from his lips on mine. It
was like living it all over again, the betrayal, the deceit, the biggest mistake
of my life. Was I doing it again?
No! Shit, he wasn't doing anything wrong, Simon wasn't just anyone, Simon
wanted something with me, he cared about him, he cared more than
Michael, more than Nicholas...Nicholas. His face appeared in my mind, his
damn blue eyes that looked at me as if I were the devil himself, his lips, the
way he kissed me like there was no tomorrow, the way he crushed me
against the bed wanting me so desperately that sometimes it even left me
breathless. The hands that were trying to undress me right now weren't his,
they would never be his, and I wasn't sure I knew if one day I was going to
be able to forget his contact, if I was going to be able to enjoy myself with
any other man. Nearly having a fit of hysteria and panic, I pushed Simon
out of the way and jumped to my feet. "I'm sorry... I can't do it," I
apologized, buttoning my pants and looking for the exit like a caged animal,
but that's how I felt, caged, I was a prisoner of my own feelings. "Noah,
wait, I'm sorry, if you're not ready..." "I have to go," I said, ignoring him
and walking out the door on the other side. I went out into the living room
and found my shirt thrown haphazardly on the kitchen floor. I went over
there and picked it up and shoved it over my head almost violently. Simon
then grabbed my arms, forcing me to look at him. "Can you tell me what's
going on?" he snapped at me then, between worried and annoyed. Is it
because of Leister? Because if it's because of him, I can tell you that I don't
give a shit about his company rules. Can you hear me? I shook my head and
wiped away a tear with the back of my hand. "Right now I just need to go
home," I commented trying to control how lost I felt. Simon straightened
up, regarded me for a moment, then nodded. "Okay," he agreed with a deep
breath. Anything, call me, okay I nodded feeling sorry for him, he didn't
deserve that, he didn't deserve to have to deal with someone like me.
Feeling guilty, I walked over to him and gave him a light kiss on the cheek
before grabbing my bag and leaving without looking back. Nicholas ten,
Noah minus five.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 32 guys...
CHAPTER 32:NICK

CHAPTER 32
NICK
I didn't go after her when she slammed the door out of the conference
room, it wasn't the best time, I knew I had thrown things out of proportion.
I'd been a real bastard, but the thought of Noah doing what he was doing to
me with someone else made me mad, and mad in a way that made me
question my judgment. I knew that I had pushed her to turn the page myself
and I knew that that meant that I would have to let her rebuild her life with
someone else, but since I had seen her with Simon I kept wondering if she
was not making a mistake. I spent the night thinking about that idea and the
next day I waited impatiently for the moment to be able to talk to her alone.
To my surprise, it was Noah who decided to show up at my office. He didn't
even knock on the door, which only made me want to kiss her. I looked at
her from top to bottom without dissimulation. The pants she was wearing
adhered to her body like a second skin and the shirt, although elegant, was
too tight for those beautiful curves that I knew so well. Her cheeks were
flushed and her lips were full and a little swollen. It only took a quick look
for me to realize that she had spent the night crying. In her hand she had a
piece of paper and she approached until she left it on my table. -My letter of
resignation. Since I'm half an intern, it doesn't take two weeks for you to
find someone. Simon can get by on his own until you decide to put
someone else in, if you're even interested in putting someone in," she said
without meeting my eyes. "Shit!" I got up and when I went to her, she
turned with the clear intention of running away. I reached out for her arm
and yanked her wrist in my direction. "Wait, fuck," I ordered between my
teeth. I leaned against the table so I wouldn't have to lean down to meet her
eyes, and she clamped her lips to hers, jerked free, and crossed her arms
under her chest. Don't quit your job, Noah, I didn't mean for you to. "I want
to quit... I need to quit," she said, looking at me intently. "Why? Why would
you want to quit a job that gives you more income than any other you can
find? Would you really rather be left without a good salary for an idiot like
Simon? I reminded you smarter." "It's because of you, Nicholas, I don't
want to see you again, that's why I'm leaving." "Wait, wait a second," I
asked, rushing to take her hand and stop her from moving away from her. I
looked at her pretty honey-colored eyes for a few moments and my mind
began to count the freckles on her nose, although I already knew how many
she had: there were twenty-eight in total, twenty-eight freckles on her nose
alone... I didn't want to stop seeing those freckles, I didn't want to have to
stop seeing her. "I don't think we've handled this too well, don't you?" Noah
looked at the floor for a second, then focused back on me. -We only know
how to hurt each other... and... I... -Her eyes moistened and I watched how
she bit her lip hard; She didn't want to cry in front of me, but I knew her so
well that it was a matter of seconds before she ended up losing control. I
need to get over this. Her voice came out in a whisper that only I, who was
in front of her, could hear clearly. Instinctively I pulled her up and wrapped
her in my arms. I buried my face in her neck and inhaled the strawberry
scent that her skin gave off... "I miss you so much..." she confessed then she
against my chest, and her words were like stabs in my soul.
Saying nothing, I grabbed her hair in my closed fist, pulled her back, and
stole a kiss from her, a kiss she needed right now, a kiss I had to give her
before I could tell her what I had to say. It was not a deep kiss, it was not a
kiss that sought something more than simple affection, love and longing.
My lips pressed against his and sealed a kind of promise. "There's nothing
we can do to change what happened," I told her, admiring her face and
paying attention to every detail. And I'd like to think that one day the anger
inside me will go away, I hope it does, Noah, I really do, but right now it
seems impossible. She stayed listening attentively to my words. "You're
never going to forgive me for what I did, are you?" I asked, my voice
shaking. "Of all the things you could have done... cheating on me was the
only thing that could end us." To this day, after so long, just thinking about
it caused me unbearable pain. "I know..." she agreed, wiping her cheek with
her fingers. We fell into a strange silence, a silence that wasn't
uncomfortable but seemed like the prelude to an important decision. And
there was something I needed, something that had been on my mind for a
long time and that I couldn't forget. "Noah...what happened at my father's
house..." Noah was quick to interrupt me. -You regret it, I know, you don't
have to tell me. -I don't regret it, quite the contrary, I think it was a good
way to end, don't you think? I wanted to talk to you and ask if you were
okay, but you disappeared and you didn't take my calls either... In the end I
understood that it was better that way. The light coming through the
window reflected in her eyes as she looked up looking for me. I would have
liked to see something else in them and not the pain that seemed as deep as
mine. How could we suffer so much being together and also being apart?
"I'm leaving this afternoon... and I'm not sure when I'll be back." You can
rest assured that I won't touch you again, Noah. Noah took a deep breath, as
if she was trying to get the air in her lungs to help her avoid what was
clearly visible in her misty eyes. "The worst of all is that despite what has
happened, I don't want you to leave," she stated, trying to control herself.
My hand acted on its own again and my fingers caressed her cheek. Her
eyes closed for a second and then settled on my wrist. Before he could do
anything, he took it between her fingers and turned it so that the tattoo he'd
given me a year and a half ago was exposed. She looked at me for a second
and together we moved to that special night... the same one in which Noah
had entertained himself writing words of love on my skin. "You are mine",
he had written and I had run to tattoo it, as if those words engraved forever
on my skin had made them a reality. Without warning Noah placed his lips
just above the tattoo and all my skin vibrated as if I had been given an
electric shock. Worst of all, I noticed it, I noticed how the wall was
beginning to collapse and I began to feel afraid... afraid of falling again, of
making the same mistake again; fear of being exposed again, of being
noticed again without the mastery that had taken me so long to achieve.
You're going to regret doing it, I know, you're going to regret it, and then
you're going to hate me because it's going to make you remember me, even
when you don't want to. The words that Noah had said to me after finding
out that he had done the tattoo came back to me as if they had been spoken
just the day before. Even then it seemed like she knew what he said was
going to end up being true.
-I have to go. I was going to go around her to leave, I was going to walk
out that door and not come back until absolutely necessary, but Noah
seemed to panic and his hands gripped my arms tightly. "No, no, no, no,"
she began to repeat while the tears prevented her from seeing anything, his
eyes were so swollen that the honey color had turned into a liquid and
molten elixir that tried with all her might to prevent something impossible- .
Please... please, let's try again, try again, Nicholas," he begged, digging his
nails into my skin. I clenched my jaw hard, I didn't want that. Damn it, why
did he have to make everything more complicated? "It's not a matter of
trying anything, Noah, what happened ended with us." -I know you can
love me again... I know, you don't love Sophia, you love me, only me, do
you remember? You said you would always love me, no matter what; I
didn't ask you because I was hoping time would heal us, but it hasn't and
that can only mean one thing. Now I do, I ask you to give us another
chance. "Don't ask me for something I can't give you," I cut her off,
grabbing her wrists and pulling her away from me. I held her hands tightly,
suspended between us, and I stared at her so that she understood what she
was going to say. I can't love anyone... that ship has already sailed, do you
understand? I opened up to you at the time, being aware that I was going
against all my instincts; I tried, I really tried, but I'm not made to love, nor
am I someone who can be loved, and you made that very clear. "I love you,"
he declared in a whisper, looking into my eyes. I didn't want to think about
what both of us could look like from the outside, so full of bad experiences
and bad relationships, we didn't know what it was to love, neither of us,
because we had been beaten at a very young age and we had ended up
doing the same to those who tried to getting closer. "You don't love me,
Noah... You picked up the only weapon that could defeat me and pulled the
trigger. "I'm here, I'm still here, and so are you!" You can barely stay away
from me, that means something, it has to mean something! After a year we
can't help but look for each other... Do you really want me to end up with
someone else? Think about it, Nicholas, because if you leave, if you leave
me again, when you come back I may not be here! "Is that supposed to be a
threat? Just mentioning Noah with someone else drove me crazy." -I've
been waiting for you, I've been waiting for you since we broke up, it's been
almost a year and a half and I'm still waiting for you to come back to me,
and you do it but halfway. I can't take it, now or never, Nicholas, because if
you leave, if you leave me behind again, you and I are over forever. Silence
fell over the room and I saw disbelief and disappointment in his eyes. I took
a deep breath before opening my mouth to speak. "Bye, Noah," I said,
feeling a horrible pain in my chest. Noah pulled away from me as if my
words had burned her. She knew what she was giving up if she walked me
out that door, but I couldn't give her what she needed from me. He took a
step back, and the sadness gave way to something else, something darker,
more difficult to decipher. "Goodbye, Nicholas." He left without looking
back, and I followed the same path.
(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._)
Be ready for chapter 33 guys...
PART 3...CH-33:NOAH

PART 3
THE COUNTDOWN
CHAPTER 33
NOAH
The library was packed, with paper deadlines coming up soon and some
make-up exams coming up. I had no idea how long I had been in there,
since I had placed myself at a table with no windows nearby so as not to be
distracted or depressed by the sight of free people in the streets, enjoying
the last days of winter. Jenna was there, next to me, and she seemed
anything but focused on the biology book that she had right in front of her.
"Already," she asked me for the eighth time. I glared at her, exasperated.
"Come on, Noah, at this rate I'm going to finish studying this, and I'll pass
and everything." I laughed helplessly as I let out a deep breath. "A quick
coffee, Jenna, I'm serious. My friend drew a huge smile on her lips and
together we collected our things and left that self-imposed confinement. As
I came out I realized that it would be dark soon and I hugged myself to
protect myself from the icy wind that moved the trees. He had been inside
the library for so many hours that he had lost track of time. The two months
I worked at LRB had helped me learn a lot about the real world, but now
that the exams were coming up, I was glad that I could spend all my time
studying; I had saved up and would manage for at least a few months.
Simon offered to find something similar for me at another company and for
that I would be eternally grateful, but for now it was better this way. Also,
ours... well, at that time it was in suspense. I was honest with him and
explained that I still wasn't over Nick, that I needed some time alone. We
would see each other from time to time, but as friends: he would pick me up
and we would go eat something, or we would meet in a group to go to
dinner with friends and hang out. Jenna squeezed into me on the way out of
the library, she linked her arm through mine and together we walked to the
nearest coffee stand. I had a triple coffee with a bretzel and Jenna had a hot
chocolate. We sit on one of the park benches and try to enjoy our little
break. -I wanted to invite you to Lion's birthday, I'm going to organize a
party for him at our house. It's going to be great, because you don't expect it
at all. I told him that he could only go to dinner because the next day he had
a very important exam... It's a lie, considering that I finish the day after
tomorrow, so when he gets home he's going to be scared to death. I smiled
imagining the scene. "When is it?" I asked, sipping my coffee. -In a couple
of weeks; I'm warning you ahead of time, so you have to come! I played
tough for a while, it was funny to see how he took out all the weapons of
persuasion on him but finally I said yes, I would go and he seemed to
breathe easy again. It's not that I was particularly excited, I was exhausted,
more than ever, not even the coffee was able to keep me up, but basically
going out and distracting myself was going to be good for me. We chatted
for a while about unimportant things. Jenna told me that Lion had been very
angry with her a few days ago because he had seen her with a hammer in
her hand with the clear intention of fixing something; In any other person
that could be insignificant, but Jenna had broken her finger a short time ago
with that same hammer and her husband had strictly forbidden her to go
near her tools again. It amused me to see how Jenna abided by her rules or,
rather, ignored them. "You should have seen it: 'My tools, my rules!' And
while I was rolling my eyes he started fixing my vanity stool almost without
my having to ask. It's a good tactic, don't you think? When I ask him
directly, he tells me that he'll do it as soon as he can, but when he sees me
with a hammer in my hand, he runs off to finish whatever I pretend to have
started. "You're mean," I said, standing up with the clear intention of going
back, and Jenna did the same. As we turned a street that led us directly to
the library, we nearly collided with someone. Someone who had sworn
never to return: Michael. "What the hell are you doing here!" Jenna yelled
at him, glaring at him.
Michael stared at me, his eyes roaming my entire body, lingering on my
face a few seconds too long before turning to my friend. "I'm back," he
replied, and immediately looked back at me. Mine with Michael had not
been something easy to forget. He not only ruined my relationship with
Nick, but he betrayed my trust by taking advantage of me in a moment of
full vulnerability. "You said you wouldn't come back," I reproached her,
nervously sticking to Jenna. That was the deal. Michael shrugged
nonchalantly. "People change their minds. I was silent, unable to believe
what I was hearing. Seeing him again caused me an unpleasant feeling; I
remembered things that I had buried in the depths of my soul and had sworn
never to revive again. Michael thought that after I broke up with Nick, he
and I would start something. For a few days he was obsessed with the fact
that he had to be with him, that he had to give him a chance. The favor he
did me by dropping the charges against Nick was done solely to blackmail
me afterwards. After I got out of the hospital he came to see me each and
every day after Nicholas left for New York and when I told him we weren't
going to have anything he called me all over the place, accused me of
playing with him, made up things I had never said, he even tried to force
me. That day I threatened him with a restraining order. His brother Charlie
came to see me, he confessed to me that Michael had already had this kind
of problem before and that a girl almost ended her career. That day I found
out that Charlie and Michael had suffered a lot after the death of their
mother. It affected them to such an extent that Michael became unstable and
Charlie took to drinking... It hadn't been easy for them to get over that
stage, especially after being orphaned, since their father had abandoned
them when they were little. Michael took care of Charlie but he suffered
from personality disorders and had fallen into depression. Charlie finally
talked his brother into taking a job in Arizona and swore he wouldn't bother
me again. Jenna took her cell phone out of her pocket. "I'm going to call the
police," she threatened, furious as she had never seen in my life. I kept my
eyes on Michael, the cause of my relationship falling apart and my life
going to shit. After discovering everything he was hiding from me, I
realized that he had taken advantage of me... As much as I had let him, he
took advantage of my situation and used all my confessions in therapy to
get me where he wanted. . "And what are you going to tell them?" Michael
asked nonchalantly. I have not done anything wrong, I have returned after a
year to visit my brother and to look for a job. Are you going to tell that to
the cop? Jenna stepped forward. "I'm going to tell him how you cornered
my friend and harassed her for weeks, you piece of prick!" Michael barely
looked at Jenna; her eyes were eerily fixed on me. "That might have worked
if Noah had sued me right after what happened...he didn't, so you don't have
any evidence against me. I thought he had done the right thing by not
pressing charges, but now seeing him in front of me, watching me do it with
that attitude of superiority and hidden spite... I wasn't so sure anymore.
"Let's go, Jenna," I told my friend, wanting to get out of there as soon as
possible. "Stay away from Noah, you hear me," Jenna warned, ignoring me
in the slightest. Michael grinned like an idiot, gave us a condescending
look, and turned back to me. -You are precious. -Damn you! I answered
noticing the rage bubble up inside me. I didn't wait to hear or see her
response. I grabbed Jenna to make sure she didn't jump on her neck. She
didn't care if he took at least a head off her and doubled her in size. We
disappeared behind the door of the main building. Upon doing so, and
knowing that she could no longer see us, I broke down, sat down on the first
bench I saw, and began to hyperventilate. Jenna sat down next to me and
started ranting while she tried to calm me down. Why had she come back?
Why had she convinced me that Michael was just a troubled boy like so
many others, but that he couldn't hurt me. When he left I knew that he had
done it for me, because he cared and did not want me to be afraid of him,
but now, after seeing him again, something in me told me to run in the other
direction, something told me that his return was not going to happen. bring
me nothing good; What's more, I felt I had to do something, tell someone.
"I'm going to call Lion. -Do not even think about it! I told him, recovering
miraculously and ripping the phone out of his hands. -We have to do
something! Jenna protested completely beside herself. "No, we're not going
to do anything. She has said that she has come to visit Charlie; she
hopefully she will leave again. It's been a long time, I don't think he's here
for me, Jenna. She widened her eyes in disbelief and stared back at me as if
she had driven me crazy. "Have you heard how he spoke to you?" I nodded,
getting to my feet; suddenly, he had a terrible urge to vomit: stirring up old
memories was not good at all, especially now, damn it. "I don't want any
trouble, Jenna. I don't want to remove what happened and the last thing I
want is for Lion to find out and tell whoever you know... We're not going to
do anything. There's nothing more to speak of. My friend started to say
something, but I went ahead and spoke again: "I'll be careful, okay, and if I
see something I don't like or she comes close to me again, we'll go to the
police together and you can tell whoever gives you the win; meanwhile, we
will continue studying. Jenna was angry at my attitude and before going
back to the library she told me. "Last time you made me hide what
happened from everyone, but if, if, when I find out that son of a bitch has
approached you, I'll call Nicholas directly. Did you hear me? I swallowed
my thoughts about that threat and just let it slide. The days that followed the
run-in with Michael, nerves and anxiety completely dominated me. I tried
to keep those feelings at bay, especially since I was so busy packing up all
my things to move into the new apartment. I had finished the last exam the
day before, so I finally had time to take care of my transfer. The apartment
was a loft that was off campus. In a single space, a small kitchen, a living
room and a bedroom were distributed. It also had a bathroom with a
bathtub. It wasn't anything special, but it was the only thing I could afford.
The problem was that there had been a problem with the water supply in the
new apartment and I wasn't going to be able to move in for another week. I
had already informed my landlady that I was leaving, so I asked Jenna if
she could stay with them for a few days until she could finish settling me in.
My friend immediately gave me shelter and in a few hours she was going to
pick me up to help me carry all the boxes to the new apartment. What she
didn't know was that she was going to come accompanied by Lion. When I
opened the door I was surprised to see her there, we hadn't met for a long
time and I was glad to see her again. "What's up, Noah! She greeted me,
wrapping her gigantic arm around me. "Thank you for helping us, Lion, you
didn't have to." "Oh, yes, I had to," Jenna replied, showing me her new gel
nails, painted an eccentric red. I rolled my eyes and started picking up the
boxes that I could easily lift to carry them to Lion's truck. He handled the
heavier ones, while Jenna and I loaded the more fragile ones into the car.
The bad thing is that there were more fragile than heavy, so we had to
smear. At one point, when I bent down to pick up one of the boxes that
were full of books, a stabbing pain like a dagger ran through my back. I was
stuck. "Are you okay," Lion said, coming over to where I was doubled over.
Jenna watched us intrigued until she noticed my face, which must have
been white.
"Noah!" I took a deep breath to see if the pain subsided and I sat down on
the floor as best I could. "I think I just screwed my back, but okay," I
announced shakily. "What are you taking those boxes for?" That's Lion's
job, silly. I ignored the rant he began to throw at me as the pain subsided
with exasperating slowness. Lion crouched down beside me and looked into
my eyes. His were incredibly green, and I was smitten by the light contrast
to his dark skin. Normal that Jenna had dedicated half of her wedding vows
to talking about those eyes, they were mesmerizing. "Can you get up?" he
asked me, and that idea seemed most complicated to me. "Hum..." I
hesitated for a few seconds. I am not really sure. Jenna shook her head as
Lion ran a hand down my back. I tried to get up on my own, but the pain
had spread to my stomach and I cringed cursing when it felt as if sharp
knives were being plunged into me. "You've had a lumbago attack, friend,"
Jenna said as Lion leaned down and scooped me up. "I'll take you to the car
and at home you can lie down and rest." It'll pass, you made a bad move,
that's all. I nodded my head because I could barely make a sound. The
pain...fuck, the pain was horrible. Lion put me in the front seat and finished
loading the boxes into the back of the truck. When we were finally able to
leave, I just prayed that we would get there and lie down on a soft, warm
surface. "If you want, I can call my masseuse, she's the best, she'll know
what to do with you," Jenna suggested sitting in the back seat while she put
M^~^M's on her purple painted lips. I couldn't even answer her, I just
wished I could kick myself out. Just like before, when I got to Jenna's
apartment I could barely move. Lion, worried, picked me up again and led
me to the small guest room that had been kindly prepared for me. When he
placed me on the bed the pain shot through me forcing me to squeeze my
eyes shut. "Noah...are you sure you're okay?" Jenna then appeared with a
glass of water and a muscle relaxant. I got it in my mouth in less time than a
rooster crows. "Don't worry, she'll go away," I said, a little dizzy from the
pain. Lion didn't seem very convinced, but he had to leave in less than three
hours to the airport. He had a meeting in Philadelphia and wouldn't be back
for four days. "I'll take care of her," Jenna stated, lying down next to me on
the bed. Lion leaned down to place a tender kiss on her lips. "Then I'm
leaving now." If you need help with the move, I have already told you that
Luca is willing to give you a hand. Goodbye, Noah, get well - he said
goodbye ruffling my hair. When she was finally gone I flopped down on the
pillows and began counting slowly in my head. "Are you sure you don't
want me to take you to the hospital?" Jenna asked me for the eighth time.
Earlier I had said no because I thought it was idiotic to go there just because
of a strained back, but since the pain seemed to be increasing instead of
subsiding and I felt close to fainting, the idea didn't seem so bad after all.
"Let's wait for the sedative to take effect," I said, still reluctant, since just
thinking about getting up and going to the door already made me see the
stars. Two hours later I knew something was wrong. "Noah, you're scaring
me..." Jenna commented as she watched me writhe in pain. "Take me to the
hospital," I asked with a shaky voice.
Walking to the car was already agony, but the ride to the nearest emergency
hospital was even more so. Upon arrival, I made my way to the waiting
room while Jenna filled out the forms that were given to us at reception.
Then, while we were waiting and I was getting more and more nervous, I
noticed a strange sensation in my crotch. Looking down, I saw a red stain
spread across my pajama bottoms. Jenna gasped, and the next thing I know,
I'm suddenly sitting in a wheelchair and being wheeled into a room for
immediate treatment. Jenna was left out of it. "Honey, did you hear me," a
nurse was saying as she helped me out of my clothes and into a nondescript
hospital gown. The doctor will be here shortly, but I need you to answer a
few questions... I noticed the nurse, she had red hair and was overweight;
she was like one of the fatties from Alice in Wonderland, only she was a
woman and she wouldn't stop talking to me. "How many weeks are you?"
she asked me then. -No... this only happened to me today... The nurse
looked at me with a frown and then the question... that blissful question
brought me back to reality as if I had been dropped from a tenth floor and I
had crashed head on the ground. "What...what is she talking about?" she
asked, her voice shaking. The nurse looked at me first in surprise and then
with pity. "Honey... chances are you're having a miscarriage." What the hell
was that woman saying? My God! But just then everything seemed to
freeze and the word "abortion" came crashing down on me like a giant
hammer. "Abortion", "abortion", "abortion"... it didn't matter how many
times I said it in my head, it was impossible, impossible, because to have an
abortion you first have to be pregnant and I wasn't. -The doctor will come
right away ... Don't worry, I'm sure everything will be fine. That everything
was going to be okay? What in the word "abortion" could be okay? My
mind began to go round and round, counting on my fingers, memorizing
dates and numbers, and I came to the same conclusion: it was impossible ,
impossible. That calmed me down a bit because it was obvious that nurse
didn't have a clue. I hadn't explained to him about the box, most likely I had
torn something or something from lifting so much weight and that had
given rise to symptoms similar to those of... Because it was impossible,
right It had been too long since the last time... The door opened,
interrupting my tormented thoughts, and a middle-aged doctor greeted me
formally. "How are you, Miss Morgan?" he asked, walking over to where he
was. I didn't answer him, and he motioned for me to lie down. "I'm going to
do an ultrasound, okay?" he informed me after lifting my nightgown and
meticulously touching my belly. "I'm not pregnant," I declared, continuing
to repeat myself in my head like a mantra. «I'm not pregnant, I'm not
pregnant, I'm not pregnant...» The doctor, surprised, looked at me for a few
moments. "Well, we'll see about that in a few seconds," he said, sitting next
to me and pulling up a small table that held the ultrasound machine. This
gel is a bit cold, but it's normal. I felt a chill when he spread the gel on my
belly. Breathing hard, I turned my head to see what he was doing. He ran a
hand probe over my belly, then hit a button and rotated the screen so I could
see what he was seeing. "I think this confirms that you were wrong, don't
you think?"
On the screen, in black and white and with intermittent dots, there was an
image of a baby... and not a tiny baby, no, that baby had a head, feet and
hands and took up a large part of the ultrasound screen. -My God! I
exclaimed as he raised his hand to my mouth, out of fear, outright terror.
"She's approximately sixteen weeks old," the doctor informed me, who,
after releasing the pump and as if nothing had happened, turned the device
around again, began to slide the probe over the area again and pressed
different buttons. I noticed that he was frowning with concern. A few
seconds later, seconds that felt like forever, a constant loud noise resounded
throughout the room. The man sighed in relief and turned to me. "You have
a pulse, Miss Morgan." Suddenly the word "abortion" had a whole new
meaning and I felt like I was falling again, but this time into a deep, dark
hole. "Am I losing it?" I asked with a shaky voice. The doctor turned the
screen again and pointed to a black spot that surrounded the baby; Just
looking at it I knew that it shouldn't be there. "That's quite a large
intrauterine hematoma, the position you're in is dangerous and considering
that you just found out you're pregnant, you give me to understand that you
thought your period was still coming regularly, am I wrong?" doctor trying
to understand what he was telling me. -I'm not usually very regular, but
yes... I've had my period for the last few months, maybe it didn't last as long
as it should but I thought... -Do you take birth control pills -he asked me
then. -Yes, I take them to regulate my period. -Do you usually skip any
"Shit!" -Sometimes I forget to take one, but I take it the next day with the
one I get that day... -Surely that ended the contraceptive effect, but that's not
important, what matters is that you've been having continuous abortion
threats. My eyes drifted back to the ultrasound screen. My God, that was a
baby... a baby I didn't even know was growing inside me... I hadn't been
careful about anything... My God! She had drunk alcohol... -Doctor... I
didn't know, I had no idea... she doesn't even show me! He watched me
keeping calm. -Now calm down, okay? We're going to do all the necessary
tests to make sure that you and the baby are okay. You would be surprised
how many cases exist like yours. The changes usually begin to be noticed
during the third or fourth month, since up to twelve weeks the uterus is still
in the pelvis and only when it grows outside this area does the pregnancy
begin to show. Since she's bleeding we're going to admit her to the hospital
until everything returns to normal, I don't want her to get too stressed. I
know that she just found out that she is pregnant, but it is essential that she
get absolute rest right now. As soon as the bleeding stops I will do a pelvic
exam to measure the cervix; if all is well, a premature birth in the future
would be ruled out. "Premature labor..." God, I felt as if I had suddenly
been thrown into a bubble where the words "baby," "premature labor,"
"intrauterine hematoma," and "miscarriage" were meaningless. I hadn't even
made up my mind to what he had just said to me, I was still taking in what
was on that screen and I was bombarded with words I didn't understand and
hadn't heard until now. -The nurse will come to ask you a few questions, we
are going to draw blood to rule out any type of additional complication,
although right now the most important thing is that the bruise disappears.
Most likely, she has low progesterone levels; in that case we will supply
you with what is necessary to keep the baby in there. Do you agree, he
informed me in a tone that I assumed was trying to reassure me. I felt a
panic, a full-blown panic attack, I wanted to run, disappear from the
hospital and return to what my life had been just a few hours before. -
Doctor... I'm only nineteen years old, I'm not ready to be a mother. He
nodded and approached politely. "It wasn't in his plans... I understand," he
tactfully answered. But the baby exists, and there is also the risk that she
could lose it. She is young and has a few difficult months left, she is going
to need the support of those around her. Do you know who the father is?
"The father." Nicholas Leister was the father of that baby...and he was on
the other side of the country, with another woman, having made it
absolutely clear that he wanted no part of my life again.
"I... I know who he is, but... I can't tell him. Just then the nurse came in and
the doctor turned to her to tell her all the things they had to do to me. She
smiled at me to encourage me before leaving. After she was gone, the nurse
came over to pat my hand. "You have to calm down, honey," she said as
another nurse entered the room and together they went to work on my body.
We are going to give you a route to supply you with vitamins and a sedative
so that you can rest. When you wake up, I'm sure everything will be better
news. "No, no, I don't want a painkiller. You don't get it! This shouldn't
have happened, I'm not ready to be a mother, I shouldn't be a mother, is that
clear to you? They told me that it was very unlikely that I would get
pregnant, almost impossible, and now... Heaven, and based on your history
and how the pregnancy is progressing, that's a miracle. "A miracle." I
closed my eyes trying to calm down, trying to take it all in. Four months...
Damn, damn Nicholas Leister!

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 34 guys...
CHAPTER 34:NOAH

CHAPTER 34
NOAH
I don't know when I fell asleep, but when I opened my eyes I saw that
Jenna was sitting in an armchair next to my bed, watching me, her face pale
and full of concern. Seeing that she opened her eyes, she stood up and
approached me, who was lying down, wrapped up and with a line in her left
hand. "Noah, how are you doing?" she said with fear in her voice. Seeing
her there and remembering everything, I felt as if we were both in a
different dimension, as if suddenly my life was not my life and what I had
just discovered had closed all the doors that had been open, as if now it had
only opened one and forced me to go through it. "I think so," I replied. A
baby... to begin with, having a baby had always been something
hypothetical. Whenever I had imagined myself with a baby, I had seen
myself adopting one in the future, perhaps. I had been told that the injuries I
suffered as a child could lead to problems. They told me that when the time
came to want to conceive I would have to go to a fertility clinic and that
they would tell me how to proceed. At no time did I think it was possible
that she could get me pregnant naturally... by God, she had even taken birth
control! Nothing, absolutely nothing, had indicated that this could happen. I
got up in bed and uncovered myself. With excessive caution I lifted my
hospital gown and stared at my belly. "So it's true... I can't believe it." "And
I didn't say it, Jenna said it." I shifted my gaze to her and saw that she was
pale beside me. "What am I going to do?" I asked, placing my hands on my
stomach and trying to see if I felt anything that would indicate that I had a
four-month-old fetus in my womb. Jenna shook her head and sat down next
to me on the bed. "Noah, who's her father?" I looked at her again. I thought
it was obvious, though on second thought no one knew what happened on
Thanksgiving; well, nobody except Nick and me. "Nicholas," I whispered
back. Just saying his name caused a painful feeling in my chest. Jenna's
eyes widened in surprise, and then a huge smile spread across her face.
"Nicholas? Our Nicholas But when, how? Why the hell was she so happy?"
It happened on Thanksgiving, after Nick found out about his mother's
illness, he was sad and said things that... "Oh Oh my gosh, Noah, but that's
fabulous! Wait, did you say Thanksgiving? Her eyes returned to my belly,
then back to me. Seconds later she seemed to withdraw to do the math, I
suppose. "Four months, Jenna," I said without a hint of happiness in my
voice. Didn't the doctors tell you? "Are you kidding? I didn't even know my
suspicions were true until less than five seconds ago, when you pulled up
your shirt and stared at your tummy like you were seeing an alien." "Did
you just find out?" Jenna nodded. -I'm not a relative of yours, they didn't
want to tell me anything; What's more, I fought with the nurses to get them
to let me into your room.
I sighed deeply feeling more lost than in my entire life. Jenna took my hand
and placed it on my slightly bulging belly. No one who didn't know could
tell that she was pregnant. "Noah, I was scared because I thought the baby
was just any guy you'd run into at a club, but it's Nick's! Your Nick! That is
wonderful. I let go of her hand and glared at her. "What's wonderful,
Jenna," I replied, feeling her freak out as the machines she was plugged into
began beeping insistently. That I am pregnant at nineteen by a man who no
longer loves me and who is with another? What is wonderful about that? -
Noah, don't worry, she just said... -No! -I yelled-. Don't say anything, don't
be happy, because this isn't good news, it's bullshit news, I don't want a
baby, I don't want to raise a baby alone, much less Nicholas's baby. I felt the
tears begin to roll down my cheeks and I wiped them away impatiently. I
didn't even know she was pregnant! What mother doesn't know that she has
a baby inside of her? What kind of mother am I going to be when I have
nothing to offer? Jenna seemed as lost as I was and didn't know what to say;
she seemed afraid to open her mouth. "Noah, as soon as Nick finds out..."
"Don't you dare! I cut her off in a panic. Don't even think about saying
anything, Jenna, to anyone! She looked at me wide-eyed, surprised and
totally disagreeing. "Noah, you have to tell him," she stated, ignoring my
words from earlier. Fuck, I wanted to get up and go, I wanted to be alone
and think, but every time I planned some kind of escape in my mind, the
image of the ultrasound would come back to me. Before she could deny me
again, the door opened and the doctor entered the room. "I have better
news, Miss Morgan," she announced, folder in hand. She stared at whatever
was in front of her, removed her glasses, and focused back on me. She
doesn't have any kind of disease caused by the pregnancy, the baby's
heartbeat is strong and normal," she continued as I began to feel a warm
feeling in my stomach. You have already entered the second trimester, and
although it is now when doctors recommend telling your family, you have a
risky pregnancy, although that does not mean that things are going to go
wrong. Within two or three weeks you will be able to know the sex and if
you notice any movement in the belly it is because the baby can already do
it. Jenna was looking at the doctor as if she was telling him that she was
carrying Hello Kitty inside her belly, but I also felt that feeling of vertigo...
it was something that she just left me speechless. Seeing that we didn't open
our mouths, she moved towards a table and continued talking as if nothing
had happened, as if we weren't both freaking out in front of him. -The
hemorrhage with which he entered at midnight has subsided, that's good,
but it is convenient to take measurements of the cervix in the coming
weeks. I am going to send her progesterone, because in the tests it has come
out that she has it very low. It is very important that you follow all the
indications marked on the sheet that you will be given. I nodded, a little
stunned by so much information. "Rest, Ms. Morgan, 'Rest' means I just
want you to get up to go to the bathroom, do you understand?" I nodded,
wondering how the hell I was going to explain to college that I couldn't get
out of bed without revealing that I was pregnant. to a living being in my
womb. "We'll see each other in two weeks." In the event that you bleed
again, you should immediately return to the hospital; If the bleeding is
brown, that's good: it means the bruise is subsiding, okay? I nodded again,
although deep down I knew there were a thousand things I should ask him.
"Have you spoken to the father?" she asked me.
Jenna pursed her lips together as I said no. Why the hell was the doctor
asking that? It was none of his business! -It would be nice if he had her
support, at least during these weeks when she's barely going to be able to
move. I went to say something, but my friend interrupted me: -My husband
and I will take care of her, doctor, don't worry about her. I felt infinite
gratitude to Jenna in that moment and regretted having spoken so badly to
her moments before. Jenna was going to be the only one who was going to
be able to help me with this if she wanted to keep it a secret. Because this
was going to be my secret... and no one else's. When I got home I had no
choice but to walk to the guest room. I took each one of the steps in fear,
lest I harm the fetus; finally I got to bed, I got into it and I could breathe
easy. Lion wouldn't be back for three days, so in the meantime Jenna and I
were going to have to fend for ourselves. My friend seemed to be holding
her tongue every time she came to see me or she asked me if she needed
anything. The first few days we barely mentioned the subject, I didn't talk
about the reason that kept me bedridden again and Jenna respected my
silence, even though she knew it was costing her life not to talk about it.
Although the first days were in absolute denial, she was doing everything
the doctor had told me to do, taking the medicines and trying not to stress;
she also slept a lot and drank a lot of fluids. The times when Jenna left me
alone were the only times when she dedicated me to letting my mind try to
find a solution. I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about having an abortion,
I'd be lying if I said I didn't think of the easiest option, the option that would
let me carry on with my life as I am now, the option that would save me
from having to see Nick again and confess to him. what we had done, but
the mere fact of imagining it, of imagining hurting my son... I was unable to
choose that path. All my ideals plummeted, everything I thought I knew,
believed, or supported ceased to make sense the very moment I saw the
image of the fetus on that screen. The fact that he hadn't called him "my
baby" yet was a small detail, but we'd make progress. At first I dedicated
myself to going back in time, to the moment of conception, and to the
moment when I made the biggest mistake of my life. I blamed Nick for my
sadness, my rancor, my anger... and now I could blame him for this too. He
hadn't forgiven me for what I had done but he was going to remember the
moment in which he decided to do without a condom every day of his damn
life. That if in the end he decided to tell her, something he didn't plan to do
at the moment. After that phase followed the phase of "all the things I'm not
going to be able to do from now on." For example, what was I going to do
with college? How was I going to tell my mother? The same mother who
got pregnant with me at eighteen and had lectured me incessantly about
contraception; the same mother who considered that getting pregnant so
young had been the biggest mistake of her life, had been a mistake that was
the result of her irresponsibility and foolishness... Of course, she always
insisted that she loved me madly, because one thing didn't have to see with
the other I had "forbidden" myself from even getting pregnant until after
twenty-five. «Study, Noah, be the best in what you choose, look for a job
and be independent; then if you feel like it, consider the children and if you
do it after having a bank account in Switzerland, better.» Obviously I didn't
have a bank account in Switzerland... Far from it: my capital was reduced,
with luck, to two thousand five hundred dollars. Then I thought about the
place where I was going to live. The loft she had just rented for a year was
not the ideal space for raising a child. My God, raising a child! I was going
to raise a living being! I! She was going to have to work like crazy if she
was going to pay for the baby's things. One day when I was surfing the
internet, I came to see that a cart cost practically that much... I barely had
enough for a cart... Oh, how sad! I was going to have to go to my mother, so
I liked to ask for money. On the fourth day, Jenna came into my room after
Lion accepted our version of lumbago and looked at me like someone who's
been overthinking something to a conclusion. "You have to tell him," she
blurted out. If she could have lifted me up, I would have gone to another
room, but since I couldn't, I simply ignored her and continued reading the
book in her hands. "Noah, are we going to talk about this or are we going to
keep ignoring that you have a baby in your womb?" I set the book aside and
stared at her. -There is nothing to talk about. I'll manage. Jenna gave a bitter
laugh. "Oh, yes, how?" she asked, pointing at me with a wave of her hand.
You can't even go to the bathroom by yourself.
I watched her throwing sparks from her eyes. -That's just for a few days...
In a week I'll go to the doctor and he'll tell me that everything is fine; then
all this madness will be over and I can get on with my life. There were
several weaknesses in that plan, but he wasn't going to think about that.
"Are you listening to yourself," Jenna replied, raising her voice. This is
going to get worse, well not worse, but Noah, you're going to start to notice!
It's already noticeable if you look. We both looked down at my tummy...
which was sticking out just barely. "I've read that there have been mothers
who have hidden their pregnancy until almost the eighth month... I'm going
to have to buy some baggy clothes, but it can be done..." Jenna shook her
head and looked up at the ceiling. the divine words that were going to make
me see reason.-I don't understand it. It's your son we're talking about! Why
don't you want to tell Nick, why! I felt a heat inside me that didn't bode
well, I was a walking time bomb, in every sense of the word, and I didn't
want to take it out on Jenna. However, I couldn't stop the next words from
coming out of my mouth. "Because I begged him to come back with me and
he said no!" I yelled at her as she tried to hold back tears. She said he wasn't
going to be able to forgive me, she said what he had done had ended us for
good, I gave her an ultimatum and she didn't care. She left! Jenna's eyes
widened in surprise, which in a matter of seconds gave way to indignation:
"I told him I loved him, Jenn, and he didn't care, I asked him to stay and he
didn't," I continued, my voice choked with tears. -. Do you want me to go
now and tell him that I'm expecting his child? Why? To tie him to me even
though he has made it quite clear that he doesn't want to see me again -But
I'm sure that as soon as he finds out about the baby... "Is he going to want to
take care of him? Is he going to want to take care of me, take me home,
give me everything he has and more? Do you think I don't know? But I
don't want anyone by my side out of commitment, I don't want to force him
to forgive me and if I tell him about the pregnancy that's just what I'm going
to be doing. Jenna sighed, shaking her head but not knowing what to say.
"Nicholas loves you," she stated after a minute's silence. I know, he's madly
in love with you, and I know that when he finds out about the child, he's
going to be the happiest man on Earth, Noah. What happened between you
sucked, but haven't you ever stopped to think that maybe this baby is what it
took for you both to put your differences aside and decide to try again? I
don't see a better reason. I saw the picture she wanted to create in my head:
me and Nick, together again, and with a beautiful baby to take care of, both
of us living together the life I'd wanted, even though the baby thing had
been brought forward by eight years. That was what I wanted: a life with
Nick. I let out the breath I was holding and shook my head. "I don't want to
talk about this anymore, or about Nick, or about the baby; Please, let me at
least finish assimilating it before forcing me to face all of that, him, our
thing... Jenna looked at me affectionately and approached me to give me a
hug. "You're going to be a terrific mother, Noah, and that baby is going to
be the cutest baby in the world." I blinked several times, resisting crying
again, but I couldn't stop the image of a tiny baby with Nick's features from
coming to mind. Jenna broke away from her and for the first time placed
her hand on my tummy. "I'll be his favorite aunt." That sentence caused us
to burst out laughing. Jenna left to see what Lion was doing and I took the
opportunity to cover myself with the covers and try to sleep, although the
fear of having to tell Nicholas what was coming on us barely allowed me to
sleep a wink.
Those two weeks were the longest of my life, although they allowed me to
think about many things: the first, I was already able to call the baby "my
baby", which was a big step; the second, I had already allowed myself to
read information on the net about the development of the fetus and I knew
that my baby -which I had nicknamed Mini Me (mini me), regardless of
whether it was a boy or a girl, I did not care, it was mine and he would be
just like me, so the nickname Mini Me suited him like a glove-he could
already move his legs and hands, he was sensitive to light, he was receptive
to stimuli, which meant he could hear me when I talked to him, something
that he had begun to do when no one was home. He was also able to hold
his head up, and his nails had already begun to grow. The size of him,
according to the internet, was that of an avocado and, of course, he already
had sex. We had to lie to Lion again, who was looking at us like we were up
to something, when Jenna took it upon herself to take me back to the doctor.
When I got dressed that morning, I was worried because having been in my
pajamas for the last few weeks, I hadn't realized that the baby was still
growing and I was with him. I had skipped the pants and put on a flowing,
elastic skirt and a Ramones T-shirt... yes, I was definitely a madrassa. This
time we went to the maternity ward of the hospital, not the ER, and I was
terrified that someone would see us there; To be honest, we looked like two
kids that had gotten lost and didn't know how to find the way out. The
women there seemed to be adults, the kind someone would call "Mom"; I,
on the other hand, saw myself reflected in the mirror and looked like I just
got out of high school. When they called my name, I noticed that I was
blushing and I wished that the earth would swallow me. Several women
looked at us curiously and many took notice of my belly. We entered Dr.
Hubber's office and a nurse asked me to lie down on the table and told me
that he would be here soon. Jenna started looking around the room and she
picked up a plastic baby that she had put in a fake womb there and she
showed it to me. "And that's where this has to come out," she said, pointing
to the tiny hole in her vagina. I glared at her as she made me more and more
nervous. Jenna put the reproduction down where she was and sat down in
the chair across from the desk. A few minutes later the specialist made an
appearance and smiled at me in a friendly way. "How is she, Miss
Morgan?" he asked, moving closer to where she was lightly reclining. "I
think okay, she already knows...getting it down, and she can call me Noah."
Dr. Hubber nodded in amusement and repeated what he had done last time.
He sat next to me in a chair and positioned the ultrasound so that he could
see it and manipulate it well. "Let's see how the fetus is and if the bruise is
still the same as before."
Then he proceeded to spread that cold gel on me and passed the probe
through my belly. A few moments later, the baby's heartbeat resounded
loudly in the room and we could see it on the screen. "Oh look Noah! Jenna
exclaimed, leaning in to get a better look. There, a little bigger since the last
time I saw him, was Mini Me, in a rather strange position, yes, and her little
hands were squeezing what I assumed was the umbilical cord. "He's
playing... that's a good sign," the doctor informed me with a lopsided smile.
After that she went on to measure the fetus: his measurements were perfect,
the size of his head too, he even had a little hair on the top of his head. I felt
my eyes well up with tears... Seeing him again, after having assimilated it
and knowing that he was healthy caused me a happiness that I had not felt
in years... a happiness that I would have liked to have shared with someone
in particular. "Do you want me to tell you the sex of the baby?" Dr. Hubber
asked as he moved the probe, trying to get a better look. -Yeah! Jenna
replied. -No! I answered. My denial made the doctor stop and look at me.
Jenna did too and tears began to roll down my cheeks; I started crying like a
cupcake, because I couldn't tell the sex of Mini Me if Nick wasn't there.
How was I going to deny him that Mini moment? I belonged to him too, not
as much as to me, but he was half of Nick... that precious baby who played
with the umbilical cord had a father that I was sure was going to adore him
above all things. Was I going to take that away from my baby? Jenna
seemed to understand why she was crying, and she squeezed my hand hard.
"You prefer to wait, doctor," she said for me. Dr. Hubber nodded, but turned
back to the screen. -The bad news is that the bruise is still almost as big, she
has subsided but not nearly what she expected after having been at rest for
two weeks. "What does that mean?" It means that there is still a very high
chance that you will miscarry, and an abortion at sixteen weeks would not
only compromise the life of the fetus, but would also be dangerous for you.
I looked at the doctor with fear in my eyes. -You will continue to rest and I
am going to prescribe more vitamins. I know you're scared, Noah, but it's
not that rare: it happens to many women, especially if it's their first
pregnancy," he explained with an encouraging smile. You have to be
patient, just that, and not move from the bed. It all sounded so bad... Two
more weeks of absolute rest! I was going to do! Jenna couldn't take care of
me all the time and Lion would eventually realize that something was
wrong, not to mention that in a very short time he wouldn't be able to hide it
under a Ramones T-shirt. Damn... I was running out of time! "Someone
needs to be told, let him tell Lion, I can make him swear he won't tell,"
Jenna told me on the way home. She had made her stop by an ice cream
parlor, because I had suddenly had a terrible craving for chocolate and
walnut ice cream. I guess she had just had my first official craving and was
licking my lips while my friend looked ahead worriedly. -We can't tell Lion,
he won't last long without calling his best friend to tell her. "Well, your
mother," Jenna suggested, hitting the steering wheel desperately. To my
mother... Damn it, if anything scared me more than losing the baby, it was
telling her. -Look, you can leave me some food in a lunch box next to the
bed, I won't have to move and so you won't have to keep an eye on me
either. Jenna turned to look at me with an angry face. "I'm not going to
leave you alone, that's out of the question," she said, turning her eyes back
to the road. Look, Noah, the time has come, I'm sorry, honey, you don't
have three months to process it, you're four and soon it will start to become
more than obvious... Do you want Nicholas to come and see you with a
huge belly He He will also have to assimilate it, get used to the idea and
stuff, his life is also going to change... -Don't talk to me about Nicholas, I
don't care about the changes he wants to make, I'm suffering a lot of
changes with this, thank you. Jenna sighed again and soon after we got
home. Lucky for me or not, Lion was just at that moment parking his car in
the driveway. Seeing us, he came down and approached us. "How's your
back?" he asked, looking at me amused. Apparently he was amused that I
had screwed up my back so much that I had to spend two weeks in bed for
just having lifted a box of books. He had already dropped numerous hints
on the goodness of exercising more.
If he only knew... Jenna got down, kissed him on the lips and looked at me
with a circumstantial face. "They've sent him two more weeks off," she
reported, and I knew she hated lying to her husband. Lion's eyes widened in
surprise. "Fuck Noah, you're starting to worry me!" He waved me off as he
got out of the car. Jenna looked at me scared, although there was no reason,
because she was fine. "Pick her up, Lion," she asked too urgently. "I'm fine,
Jenna," I said, opening my eyes when Lion wasn't looking. Lion was close
to me in less than a second. "I don't mind taking you. Come on, softy, hold
on to my neck," he instructed me, bending down and picking me up in less
than a second. I clung tightly to her neck, and the image of Lion tripping
over the step and tumbling onto my belly kept me alert and scared the
whole way. Not moving has its consequences... you're fatter - she observed
then, letting out a laugh. Jenna slapped him and I, after panicking at the
thought that he had found me out, glared at him, pretending to be offended.
-How funny! I exclaimed as we entered the room. He placed me on the bed
and I lay back sighing heavily. Lion stared at me for a few moments that
felt like forever and as much as I would have liked to read his mind,
something told me that it was better not to know his thoughts. "Anything,
scream," he said, walking out of the room. I didn't put on the TV or
anything. I lay on the bed thinking about the best way to tell Nicholas all of
this... My goodness, being able to imagine his face, his surprise... Surely he
would get angry or throw something in my face. Damn, he was going to
hate me! He was going to hate me because I had just done what any mean
woman would have done with a man like him: hunt him down. That he had
done and in the most ancient and pathetic way possible. A few minutes later
I heard some murmuring behind the door. Minutes later Jenna walked in to
meet me. "Lion wants to tell Nick. "Did you tell him?" I almost screamed,
sitting up in bed. Jenna quickly shook her head. -He wants to tell him the
version of the back pain, I've had a fight with him telling him not to tell him
anything, but who knows if he's going to listen to me. "Wait...what." "Why
would Lion tell Nicholas something so insignificant?" Jenna bit her lip a
little nervously and I knew she had just caught her in something dirty.
"You'll see..." she said, writhing on the bed. Damn, having your two best
friends in love and breaking up sucks," she confessed with annoyance.
Look, Noah, after you guys broke up, Nick asked us to keep him posted...
You know, with things that were happening to you and how you were doing
and stuff. "That Nicholas asked you what?" I took his words in completely
taken by surprise. -He wanted to know everything, how you were doing at
work, how your classes were going, how you were doing with your
separation... I know I had no right to tell him things about you, but I thought
that was a good sign. ..you know, he was the one who broke up, so if he
showed interest in you that could lead to... I ran my hand over my face in
disbelief. "For him to forgive me," I finished in disbelief. Jenna, Nicholas
was just trying to control me. It's what he does, damn, even when he left me
he kept doing it through you..." I suddenly realized something. I didn't tell
you anything about my motorcycle crash, did I? I asked him out of the blue,
understanding why he had been like that at our parents' house: because no
one had informed him about it. Mainly because I kept it from everyone, it
was stupid and I didn't want anyone to tell me off. "Did you fall off a
motorcycle?" my friend asked me.
I snorted, covering my face with my hands. "Jenna, tell Lion not to open his
fucking mouth, damn it, it's my life, you have no right to tell him anything."
Jenna looked embarrassed and I was starting to get fed up with this whole
situation. "Tell her to come here," I told her a minute later without even
looking at her. "What?" she asked in surprise. "Lion's party is next week,
right," I said, watching the leaves from the trees fall, piling up on the
bedroom window sill. Invite him to come... when he's here I can tell him.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 35 guys...
CHAPTER 35:NICK

CHAPTER 35
NICK
Jenna hadn't stopped harassing me after I told her it was going to be
impossible for me to go to Lion's party. She was overloaded with work and
in order to go she had to not only cancel like five meetings that week, but
she had also arranged to meet with a real estate agent to put the apartment
up for sale. She was carrying out all the necessary actions to permanently
move me to Los Angeles again; it was the best, not only for me, who had
my whole family in California, but also for the company. I had completed
my stay in New York, things were in order and going well, the time had
come to end my retirement. The primary reason for moving my life to the
Big Apple had been to get as far away from Noah as possible, but he was
tired of being in the shadows. My sister was there, my father, my friends...,
as well as Sophia's family, although this detail was not that I cared too
much. The phone rang again in my hand and with a snort I answered my
friend's upset. The traffic was unbearable and I had to look several times on
both sides of the road to cross so that nobody hit me; that was another: life
in New York sucked my vital energy, I needed the beach... urgently. "You're
being so annoying, Jenna," I said, and even I heard the pissed off tone in my
voice. "Look, Nicholas Capullo Leister," she replied, and I couldn't help but
laugh in surprise. It is the birthday of your best friend, the person who has
always supported you, and has been by your side every time you messed up.
He gave you shelter when you ran away from home! Have you forgotten?
And you're the best man at our wedding, so get your ass over here if you
don't want me to go over there and kick you out. Before I could answer I
heard a noise on the other end of the line and the next person to speak was
Lion. "Hello, uncle," he greeted me and I listened carefully to what was
happening thousands of kilometers away. Jenna, go away, let me talk to
him. God, you're unrecognizable, baby! -He reproached her; I finally heard
a door close. Nick, you have to come. I rolled my eyes. -Look, I know it's
your birthday, I'm really sorry to miss it, but I'm full of it, it's going to be
impossible, I'm sorry. "It's because of Noah," he blurted out at me then and
that made me stop in the middle of the street, causing some of them to
almost collide with me; My friend's tone of voice, however, deserved that
reaction. "What's wrong with Noah?" I asked as he turned a corner and onto
a less-traveled side street. -I don't know, well yes, he hurt his back three
weeks ago, he has been at home. He has had to rest, he can barely move. -In
the back, what the hell has been done to leave it at rest for so long? Is it
okay? Is it serious -In my mind I was already canceling each and every one
of the meetings for the next few days. Lion was silent for a few seconds.
"There's something that doesn't add up to me, man. Jenna is really weird,
I've never seen her so stressed in my life, and then there's Noah... I don't
know, she says her back hurts, but the other day I saw her moving without a
problem, I think they're up to something and it's you better be here. This
was all ridiculous, but if Noah was sick... "How the hell did she get hurt?
What was she doing?"
Lion heaved a deep breath. - He was loading boxes, he moves to another
apartment. I know I should have told you, but Jenna has insisted that we
can't keep telling you things without Noah's consent. -Why the hell are you
leaving the apartment? If it's paid for until June! I yelled as he crossed
another street and held up his hand for a cab. "Yeah, but Noah doesn't know
about that, remember? Ella thinks the flat was paid for a year after Briar
left." That's what you told the landlady to tell her, right? I got in the cab and
barked the address at the driver. "Damn woman," I exclaimed through
clenched teeth. Where is she living she now -Now with us, but she has
rented a loft off campus. I could'nt believe it. I'd made sure Noah was going
to live in the apartment he'd shared with Briar for at least another year. A
loft! Off-campus was shitty and dangerous if she was going to live alone. -
Look, Nick, I already told you what I think you should do, I don't
understand women, especially those two, but I know that something is
wrong and that it has to do with you. When have you ever seen Jenna insist
so much on something that didn't involve shopping? At another time she
would have laughed at me, but at the time I was a little worried. Yes,
Jenna's insistence was strange, especially since the last time she had seen
Noah, things had ended so badly. Maybe between the two of them they
planned to take revenge and beat me up. Ten minutes later I got to the block
where my apartment was and started making calls. I was going to stand up a
lot of people this week and a part of me kept wondering why the hell I was
doing it. I arrived the same day as Lion's birthday and late. It was the only
flight he had found and he was not in a very good mood. Not that I really
wanted to be there and even less to have to go to Lion's house to celebrate
when what I wanted was to go to sleep for hours. Steve had arranged for my
car to be dropped off at the airport, so I went straight to my spot and cut
into traffic, nearly exceeding the speed limits. He had told Sophia that he
would see her there, although he wasn't sure she would give him time to go,
she was almost as busy as I was. Jenna and Lion's apartment was in a nice
residential area, close to the college campus but with no college kids, which
made it the perfect location. Many newly married couples moved to that
area. From my point of view, the only thing wrong with it is that it was not
close to the sea. Shortly after arriving I found a parking space near the
apartment. Before getting out I took off my tie, threw it on the back seat,
undid some buttons on my shirt and tried to comb my hair a bit with my
fingers, but to no avail: he looked like he had just stepped off a plane and
was completely exhausted. I knew that Noah was going to be at that
celebration and I even got a little nervous. I had no idea what his attitude
would be when he saw me walk in the door, I just hoped he had his
weapons under cover: that day I wasn't there to fight with anyone. I entered
the portal and went up in the elevator. I got off on the fourth floor and when
the doors opened I heard the racket that was going on there. The door to the
apartment was open and there were people drinking at the entrance. I knew
most of them and they all greeted me enthusiastically when they saw me
arrive. When I walked in, the first person I saw was Jenna, who was dressed
in a very pretty dress and heels. She had two drinks in her hand and she
seemed to sense my presence because she stopped on the spot and she came
right towards me. "My God, you're here!" Her," she exclaimed in a rather
hysterical tone. -I'm here! -She squealed imitating her whistle voice. She
didn't laugh at my grace; what's more, she looked around nervously. Yes she
was weird.
"Since you didn't confirm or anything, I thought..." "I told Lion I'd try, but I
didn't get a safe flight until this morning... but hey, here I am," I said,
grabbing one of the red glasses he was holding in his hand. and taking it to
my mouth. He made a disgusted face. "What the hell is this?" I exclaimed,
handing her the glass back. "Pineapple juice," Jenna replied, raising her
eyebrows. I looked at the people around me until I put my eyes back on her.
"Pineapple juice... We're twelve years old and I didn't know..." Jenna
blurted out something unintelligible and she handed me the other glass she
was holding. Whiskey... Hmm, that was better. "Well, Jenn...Where's Lion?"
I don't know why but she gave me to follow her. The room was packed with
people and I had to elbow my way in until I could see over everyone's heads
Jenna leaning over someone sitting on the couch. I went there and saw that
it was Noah. Just as Jenna was getting back up, Noah turned to where I was
standing, and even with the distance between us I could see that he was
pale. Lion appeared in front of me and gave me a hug that nearly broke
every bone in my back. "Thanks for coming, man!" he exclaimed, and I
smiled back, not quite taking my eyes off Noah, who was no longer looking
my way and seemed to have stretched like a violin string across the sofa
cushions. Lion followed my gaze and nodded. -The poor thing... has been
there since all this started, I told him that he didn't have to come down, but
he insisted. "Yeah," I agreed curtly. Only Noah would think of going down
to a party while crippled. I finished what was left of my drink and put the
glass down on the grand piano. He had gone there for only one
reason...hadn't he? I knew it was wrong as soon as I saw him approaching
and he didn't run off in the opposite direction. She was very cute there on
the sofa, in a black sweater and a knitted blanket covering her legs. Her face
was radiant, so much so that I felt a pang in my heart when I walked over
and sat right across from her, on the table in front of the sofa. I looked with
a smile at the twenty-eight freckles on her nose that she had missed so
much, and my eyes stopped on her lips for a few more seconds. "Look at
you... you look like an injured little bird that can't fly anymore," I
commented with a smile on her lips. I didn't want to relive the last thing
we'd shared: Noah broken in my arms telling me she loved me and asking
me please not to leave her had tortured me every night since I'd returned to
New York. "I thought you weren't coming," he commented, clinging to the
blanket for dear life. I cocked my head and nodded a few seconds later. "I
made some calls and they gave me a seat on a commercial flight. I'm
exhausted, I had never traveled in economy class. Noah nodded, looking at
me distracted. "Why would you be sitting there if you had known she was
coming?" I continued when I saw that she didn't say anything. Her cheeks
were dyed a too attractive pink for my sanity, but at least she had hit the nail
on the head. "Everything okay," I asked, unable to avoid speaking to him
with the sweetness of yesteryear. Something didn't add up to me and I
started to get a little nervous. Noah looked around, as if looking for
something or someone. The music wasn't too loud, but he dulled my ears
and I got the feeling she did too.
"I'm fine, just a little tired. "Who are you looking for?" I said in a tone that
brought her eyes back to me. I saw in her eyes a fear that I had never seen
before... and I tensed up looking everywhere, waiting to see what had
managed to provoke that fear in her... It took me a little longer than
expected to understand that it was me who feared. Suddenly, and before I
could ask her directly what was wrong, Jenna appeared next to us and sat
down on the sofa next to Noah, taking his hand and squeezing it hard,
which brought a huge smile to her face. face. "Everything okay around
here?" I went to answer, but then Noah's mouth dropped. "Lion!" she
yelled. My friend appeared in a jiffy. Can you take me upstairs I think I've
had enough for today. Jenna pouted and glared at Noah with brown eyes
and when I saw Lion lean down to pick her up in her arms, my body moved
instinctively. I put a hand on his chest to keep him still. I suddenly felt
cornered, I felt a strange environment, and the fact that Noah preferred Lion
to me even when he was in front of me had hurt me like a kick in the
stomach. "I'll take her upstairs," I proposed, relaxing my stance. I crouched
down next to Noah and caught her off guard; she reacted by clinging to my
neck tightly. I felt her tremble in my arms and hurried out of the crowded
room toward the stairs. "I didn't ask you to pick me up," she scolded me,
and I knew that she was gritting her teeth. Great, she'd already gotten him
pissed off. I went straight to the guest room of the house. I knew which one
it was because I had stayed in it a few times after spending lively evenings
with my friends and being unable to drive after countless beers. I held her
close to me, perhaps inappropriately considering we weren't getting out of
her, and breathed in the scent of her neck as I leaned across the bed to set
her on the pillows. In too much haste, especially if she was screwed from
behind, she pulled the covers down with her feet, crawled inside her, then
covered herself almost completely. I looked at her in disbelief trying not to
laugh. Then he reached out her hand and took mine, pulling me to sit next
to her on the mattress. She sat up until her back was leaning against her
headboard and she looked directly into her eyes. "There's something I have
to tell you," she announced with a shaky voice, squeezing my hand that she
held tightly. I frowned, waiting for her to continue and just as she was about
to speak, the bedroom door opened and Sophia appeared on the threshold.
Noah paled until he was practically colorless. "They told me they saw you
come up," Sophia said, looking at me with feigned calm. I stood up and
looked alternately from one to the other. Looking at Noah, I knew that
nothing good could come of that meeting, but worst of all, it wasn't Sophia I
wanted to follow downstairs, quite the opposite: I wanted to slam the door
in her face and listen to what Noah was saying. he had been about to tell
me.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 36 guys...
CHAPTER 36:NOAH

CHAPTER 36
NOAH
Tell him, Noah, tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him. I had been repeating
that in my head from the moment I saw him in Jenna's living room. I had
thought that with everything that had happened and how angry I was with
this whole situation, the attraction I felt for him would have disappeared, I
don't know, now I was going to be a mother, weren't my priorities supposed
to change? Well, apparently not, because when I saw him crossing the room
to approach where I was, my whole body began to tremble and not just with
nerves. He had been nice, too nice for what I was used to, and I was
practically speechless. Getting up like I did, I was afraid he'd notice
something, I don't know, maybe I'd gained a few pounds... Lion had
noticed, and Nick had never been able to stop himself from biting me, so
either he hadn't noticed or it is that he knew that the atmosphere was tense
and he preferred to keep his mouth shut. Despite my nerves, I had managed
to work up enough courage to tell him that we had to talk, but everything
had exploded in my face when the door to my room opened and Sophia
appeared, just in time to interrupt one of the most important moments. of
our life. I don't know if it was because of the rage I felt inside, the hatred
towards Nicholas for having brought her, or even the despair that came over
me when he confirmed that they were still together, that they were a couple,
that he belonged to her... but I felt that jealousy was tearing me apart. Never
in all my life had I felt my heart beat so fast in the presence of someone, all
my instincts made me want to leave that room and never see them again.
My state must have affected Mini Me, because I felt a bubbling in my belly,
a slight movement, almost imperceptible, but which brought out all my
maternal instinct in gushes and without filters. -Outside my room! I yelled
madly. Their eyes widened as I grabbed the first thing in my reach, which
happened to be a pillow, and threw it hard at Sophia. The cushion just
barely brushed against it, so I reached for something else to hit the target
with, but then Jenna appeared in the doorway, and she looked at Sophia in
surprise, then glanced quickly in my direction. My hands gripped
something harder this time, I think a lamp. "Get her out of here!" I ordered
loudly, hoisting that heavy object. At that precise moment a hand seized my
wrist: it was Nick. He was looking at me furiously. - What the hell is wrong
with you! he bellowed. I felt the sudden need to hurt him. Damn idiot...
Didn't he realize it? Didn't he see it in my eyes With my free hand I began
to punch him, until it was impossible for me to continue because he also
immobilized my hand. "Nicholas, leave her alone!" Jenna yelled as
hysterically as I did. I tried to get out of her grip, twisting and pressing my
body to make her leave me alone; It was at that moment, when I exerted
myself, that I noticed a slight dampness between my legs. I froze. "No."
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no." I felt that panic seized me, that an intense fear
seized every cell of my body. I started to cry, and Nicholas released me and
pulled away, looking at me in bewilderment. "Nicholas, get out of here,"
Jenna ordered in a tone she'd never seen him use on anyone.
I didn't see when he left, I didn't hear what he said to him, I just hugged
myself under the bedding. "I'm sorry I brought it, Noah, I didn't know,"
Jenna apologized into my ear. I shook my head trying to calm down, I
needed the adrenaline to disappear from my body, I needed to be relaxed,
for Mini Me, for the baby, for my baby, who was restless because of me, I
could tell. Jenna stayed by my side, smiling halfheartedly at me as she
wiped the tears from my cheeks. "Everything will be all right," she stated
calmly. I promise you, everything will be fine. I nodded wanting to believe
her. "Before..." I said in a broken whisper, "I noticed something strange... I
think I stressed the baby and that caused..." Jenna's eyes widened in fright
and I carefully sat up. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Jenna
waited and I came out a few minutes later. "False alarm," I announced in a
shaky voice. Jenna sighed, closing her eyes and I felt some peace again.
Being stuck in a room with not much to do leaves you too much time to
think about it. I had to go back to the doctor shortly, and whatever
happened, I was going to have to start making decisions and taking charge
of the situation on my own. For starters I was going to have to go to my
apartment, I couldn't keep driving my friends crazy. It was clear that what
had happened the day before could not happen again, and the pressure of
telling Nicholas was draining my life force, I had to tell him, and now, there
was no going back, he was the father of Mini Me and Mini Me. it was going
to come out of me in about four months, which meant that pretty soon I was
going to have to put the baby's needs before my own. As little as I wanted
to share this with him and as pissed off as I was, I had no choice. I had
planned to tell her in a subtle way, you know, testing the ground, and stick
with her reaction until I died, but seeing Sophia had killed any vestige of
kindness and tact. So the next day, during those moments of loneliness and
inactivity, I made a decision. Phone. Contacts. Nicholas Leister. I'm
pregnant. Send. End of problem. If I tell you that I regretted pressing the
button almost instantly, would that seem very cowardly of me? I remained
silent looking at the screen, almost unable to breathe. Five minutes later it
started ringing. Over and over again. I caught the phone with two fingers,
almost not wanting to touch it, and dropped it at the foot of the bed. Oh
shit...why was she suddenly terrified-Jenna! I yelled out of breath. A minute
later my friend went up to see how she was doing. "Can we go somewhere,"
I said getting up from the bed and opening the closet. "But what are you
doing?" she asked, alarmed. Go back to bed!
I took some leggings and put them on in less than a rooster crows. Then I
did the same with a jumper. -I really want to go to the ice cream parlor the
other day. I put on her shoes without Jenna being able to avoid it and I
stopped in front of her looking into her eyes. "I'm having a super craving,
the biggest I've ever had." Please take me, I'll sit in the car, I promise, but I
need to get out of here. Jenna seemed to hesitate, but after continuing to
insist for several minutes she ended up agreeing. We got into the car and it
was only when we were out of sight of the house that I was able to take a
deep breath. I caressed my belly nervously, over and over again... «Oh,
Mini Me... your father is going to kill me.» Jenna's phone started ringing
just as she went downstairs to buy me ice cream. I took it with trembling
hands and silenced it, despite knowing that she was doing wrong. God, I
had dropped the bomb and now I was on the run. When Jenna brought me
the ice cream, I barely managed a couple of scoops before I told her the
craving had passed and she now felt like throwing up. I knew it wasn't
because of the baby, but more because of panic. "Then I'm going to take
you home," she said, putting the keys back in the ignition. -No! I yelled
startling her. Why don't we go to the movies? That's something I can do,
right? I'll be sitting all the time and resting... "If you want to see a movie,
we'll rent one, Noah, but you can't be around, you need to be in the bed, so
no. "Jenna!" I yelled in exasperation. If I stay stuck in that room for another
hour, I'm going to end up going crazy. Do me this fucking favor!" My
friend's lips pursed in disgust. -Since you've been pregnant you've become
unbearable. Had I told you? "A couple of times, but come on, move on,
move on," I encouraged her. When we got to the cinema there was still half
an hour to go before the session started, so we waited sitting in the car. -I'm
going to tell Lion that we won't arrive until later, I'm sure he's wondering
where we've gotten to. I snatched the phone from his hands before he could
see the missed calls. "But what the hell is wrong with her," she snapped at
me now unable to contain herself. Give me the phone! "Oh shit." "I will, but
if you promise not to be mad at me." Right now I'm on my nerves and I
need you on my side. Jenna seemed to have some sort of revelation. "What
have you done, she?" she asked me, trying to stay calm. Why are we
running, Noah? "We're not running...just...hiding," I pointed out through a
small mouth. She snatched the phone from my hands and fixed her eyes on
the screen. "Fifteen missed calls from Nicholas!" Her," she squealed,
looking at me perplexed. And another ten from Lion! What the hell have
you made of her? I buried my head in her hands and Jenna pulled them
down so she could see her face. "Have you told him?" "You could say
yes..." Jenna glared at me with her almond-shaped eyes and waited for me
to explain. "She may have sent you a message." "Telling him that you have
to talk to him?" I looked at her in silence for a few moments. "Telling him
I'm pregnant."
His eyes widened in horror. "Noah!" She yelled, not believing what she was
hearing. Have you gone crazy? How can you think of it? -She's got what
she deserves, I didn't want to tell her in person, Jenna, I'm afraid of her
reaction. Doing it by phone allows me to keep a safe distance of kilometers.
"He must be climbing the walls!" Did you say anything else in the
message? What exactly did you put in it? "'I'm pregnant,'" I replied with a
shrug. Hey, don't look at me like that, I got the news in a pretty ugly way
too, remember! Jenna ignored my words. -But did you tell him it's his? I
stopped in my thoughts for a moment. "I think it's pretty obvious that it is,"
I replied, though I hesitated at the end of the sentence. "It's Nicholas we're
talking about!" Oh damn. Did you think Mini Yo belonged to someone
else? I was shocked to find out that she was four months old because I
couldn't tell. If Nicholas had done the math, he would have concluded that
he wasn't his because I didn't notice him so little, he'd think he was missing.
Damn, I'd think he belonged to someone else! "Give me your cell phone," I
asked Jenna. She handed it to me instantly. "Yes, talk to him..." she said
taking a deep breath. By the way, it's yours. Send. "He's done," I
announced, leaning back on the seat. Jenna turned to me and yanked the
phone out of my hands. "By the way, it's yours!" Her," she yelled, now
losing her temper. But what's wrong with you? -Do not yell at me! I yelled
back. It's the only way I can think of to talk to him without him killing me!
"Let's go home right now," she arranged, putting the car in gear. "No, Jenna!
Do not do it! -I begged him-. Please, please, give me time to assimilate it...
to me to assimilate it. God, God, stop, stop! "You're crazy," she snapped at
me. As she had the phone in her hand, she saw the incoming call and picked
it up without even hesitating. "Jenna!" -I pronounced her hysterical name of
her. She ignored me. "Yes, he's with me," she said to whoever was speaking
to her. Well, tell her to calm down, no, Lion, we'll talk later, you and me,
but I don't want her to get more nervous than she is, that's bad for the baby...
Well, tell her! Oh shit, that made me more nervous. "We'll be there in five
minutes." I looked out and felt like I was being taken to Guantanamo itself.
When Jenna parked outside the apartment block it was like all my blood
was concentrated in one place in my body. I felt myself shaking because I
had no idea what his reaction was going to be, I didn't know what he was
going to say to me and, worst of all: I was afraid that things would not turn
out well and he would end up staying with Sophia and me without my baby
and without the person she was in love with. I opened the door to get out of
the car and saw that the front door to the apartments opened the moment
she put her feet on the ground. Nicholas emerged from her and fixed her
eyes on me in a way that wanted to make me disappear and the earth
swallow me. Instinctively, I got back into the car and, without even thinking
about it, I locked it and got locked inside. God, she was acting like a real
coward! I felt like an idiot when Jenna crossed her arms by my window and
looked at me, shaking her head. Nicholas then appeared in front of me and
watched me through the glass. He seemed beside himself, although he tried
to appear calm. His eyes looked at me with concern, and then he indicated
something with his finger. "Open up," he ordered calmly. I shook my head
looking at him as if he were a slaughtered lamb. Nick put his hands on the
window and leaned over it, obscuring most of my field of vision. "May I at
least come in," he said after deliberating in silence, I guessed. I watched as
Jenna took the car key out of her pocket, showed it to Nick, and finally
threw it at him. He caught it on the fly and walked around the car to climb
into the driver's seat. I glared at Jenna with a hateful face. She simply
apologized with a miniscule smile as she took Lion -who had also come out
accompanying Nick- by the hand and pulled him into the house. Nick
opened the door, sat down, and without saying anything started the car.
"Buckle up," he commanded as he backed the car out of the parking space
and onto the road.
God... Why didn't I explode? Or speak? Or say something at least? The
silence was killing me. After several minutes of unbearable silence, she
decided to speak. "Only you can think of dropping something like this in a
text message," she scolded me, taking a deep breath, as if she were trying
not to explode with me in the car, she wasn't going to splash me. "Yeah,
well...I wanted to do something original," she replied. Nicholas turned to
face me, the vein in his neck throbbing under his skin. -You almost gave me
a heart attack, I almost didn't have an accident. What were you thinking
about? He asked me raising his tone. Mini Me reacted to his voice in that
bubbly way, just like the night before. I found it curious that he only did
that when Nick was with me... I guess the butterflies I'd always felt around
him had now turned into a baby. My hand instinctively rested on my belly
and the gesture did not go unnoticed by the erupting volcano next to me.
His eyes fixed on that part of my body, then on me, and then automatically
turned to the road. I didn't answer his last question, something told me it
was better to keep quiet. Nicholas kept driving, it seemed like he was still
taking it in and he needed to have his hands full until he could finally face
me. Half an hour later I realized that he was going to the beach. When we
arrived, an inner peace ran through me, I felt that I was beginning to relax.
Nick seemed to feel the same way, because he took a deep breath after
staring at the surf for a few minutes and turned to look me square in the eye.
"Am I going to be a father," he asked, and I saw fear in his blue eyes. I
shuddered from head to toe at that question. God, that spectacular man was
the father of my baby! "If everything goes as it has to go... we're both going
to be," I answered nervously. "I still can't believe it...how is it possible," he
said, still not taking his eyes off me. I raised my eyebrows almost to my
hairline. "You don't want to go there, Nick, believe me," I warned him
angrily. She still hadn't forgiven him for this. "May I?" he asked my
permission, ignoring my answer. His hand reached out in the direction of
my tummy, but he stopped halfway, waiting for my response. I reached out
and brought his hand to my belly, mine on top of his. It was an incredible
moment...a moment that, despite everything bad and everything that I still
carried well inside of me, I would remember forever.
Then Nick lifted my sweater and placed his hand on my bare skin. My
entire body burned at his touch. "How long..." he said doubtfully as he
continued to caress me in amazement, as if entranced by what was under
my feverish skin, because yes, have I already mentioned that his hand on
my navel was heating me up and a lot -Five months I replied letting out a
ragged breath when his fingers dipped too low over the small roundness. I
stopped his hand before I went into cardiac arrest. With the other I lowered
my sweater almost in a hurry. "Enough touching," I ordered nervously. Nick
gave me an intense and amused look at the same time. "Have you noticed it
move?" he asked, focused solely on me. -No, but it will start to do so soon...
I just felt a bubbling, as if popcorn exploded inside me, I don't know if I
explain myself. Nick laughed at my quip and I returned his uneasy look.
There was too much tension in that car, more than he could handle. "How
long have you known, Noah," he said, suddenly serious. I figured it was
better to be honest this time. "More than three weeks ago. "More than three
weeks is a long time... More than enough to call me and tell me, don't you
think?" he reproached me with annoyance, looking angrily ahead. I watched
him frowning. "I was mad at you... To be honest, I still am." Nick turned to
me in surprise. "Angry why?" I looked at him in disbelief. "This is your
fault," I said, pointing to my stomach. I was still reliving the moment when
I let him make love to me without protection... but what an idiot! Nicholas
let out an incredulous laugh. "I think it would be more accurate to say it's
our fault, freckles." "Technicalities," I replied, looking at the sea. Nick
seemed amused by my answer. Before our eyes one of the most beautiful
sunsets I had ever seen was taking place, I supposed that nature wanted to
give me that gift, to paint with beautiful colors a picture that was still too
gray to be able to name it. As much as we both now knew what was to
come, I couldn't get the last conversation I'd had with Nicholas before he
left for New York out of my mind. I didn't know how we were going to
proceed, and I wasn't sure yet what role I wanted Nick to play in all of this,
either. "I'm tired, you should take me home," I asked, feeling very sad all of
a sudden. Nick turned to me and stretched his arm out behind my neck. His
fingers caressed me lightly before forcing me to look at his face. "I want
you to come with me," he announced then, catching me off guard. I want
you to take your things and move into my apartment today. "No, Nicholas,
I'm at Jenna's and in four days..." "I'm not going to argue about this," he
interrupted. Then he started the car. "What are you doing?" I asked
surprised. "Take you with me." "Fuck, we already started!" "I don't want to
go." "It's my son you carry inside of you, so I'm going to make sure he's
okay." "It's my son who's inside me, and I'm already taking care that he's
okay at all times, thanks for your interest," I replied indignantly. "You have
to rest, right?" she asked me then, looking alternately at me and at the road.
-Yes, but... -Until the doctor tells you otherwise, you stay with me. There's
nothing more to speak of. I went to reply, but I knew that I had everything
to lose, especially since I couldn't make sudden movements like kicking
him, for example. I just crossed my arms and stared at the road. Just a few
hours had passed since she had found out about the existence of Mini Me,
and she already believed she had the right to dispose. "Yes, Mini Me, that's
what your idiot father is like."

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 37 guys...
CHAPTER 37:NOAH

CHAPTER 37
NOAH
It took us over an hour to get to Nicholas's old apartment. The walk back
from the beach and the stop at Jenna's to pick up some of my things had
been spent in silence. And not because I had wanted to remain silent, no,
the other way around, it was he who put on the music from the car and
plunged into a state of almost total silence. Because I was so angry, I kept
my eyes on the road, although I have to confess that sometimes I glanced at
Nick without him noticing, lest he catch me looking at him like a desperate
woman who longs for the father of her son to say something encouraging
words such as "I'm so glad" or "Everything is going to be alright". There
was none of that, the magical moment of the car had vanished, staying on
the beach; dusk had come to an end and the darkness of the night seemed to
have seeped into the air. What the hell was wrong with him? Okay, yes, it
was news that left no one indifferent, but damn, a small talk would have
been enough. When he pulled into the parking lot I got out without even
stopping to wait for him. I went straight to the elevator. In theory she
shouldn't be walking, but she wasn't going to tell him; What's more, I now
realized that Nick had no idea about the problems with my pregnancy and a
part of me was afraid that I would have to tell him. Jenna could call him
anytime and bring him up to date, but now that we'd left together, my friend
seemed so much more relaxed and content, she seemed on cloud nine,
actually. Poor naive, it was believed that by the simple fact of having told
her we were both going to suddenly become the happy couple of
yesteryear... Ridiculous yes, but I'm not going to say that I hadn't expected
it, at least a little. Nicholas caught up with me and together we went up to
the fourth floor. He was carrying my little suitcase. Only when I entered did
I understand that this place was no longer my place... much less Mini Me's.
The apartment was different, our photos, the paintings we had chosen
together, the colored cushions... everything had disappeared; Furthermore,
the furniture had even been replaced by some very expensive and elegant
ones without any personality and looking very uncomfortable. Worst of all,
I knew that nothing in there had been chosen by Nick... Someone else had
made those changes, and it didn't take more than a second for his name to
come to mind. Damn, reality hit me like a sledgehammer to the stomach.
Sophia had been there, Nicholas had lived with her in that apartment just as
he had with me... I went silently to the room, the room where we had spent
the best intimate moments of our relationship, everything I knew,
everything I he had taught me it had been in that bed, in sheets like those, in
that space. I wiped away the tear that rolled down my cheek almost with a
swipe. The room was also changed, everything was different. Images of
Nick with her, of him kissing her, caressing her, touching her, doing the
same things to her, flashed through my mind like an imaginary slide show
of her. Nicholas placed my suitcase on top of a bench, and then he turned to
me. "You should go to bed." His words seemed to make me wake up and
get out of that hell in which he had put me. "Are you talking to me now?" I
said trying to hide my sadness with anger.
He looked surprised and watched me warily. "Sorry if I've been quiet
before... I needed to think about all this... understand that it wasn't
something I had been expecting." "And I was expecting it," I replied
incredulously. "You've had more than three weeks to assimilate it," he
replied, berating me for not having told him as soon as I found out. -I'm
sorry if I didn't run looking for you as soon as I found out that I had a baby
inside me, a baby that I didn't look for and I don't want it! As soon as I
blurted out those words I felt guilty and knew I was lying. Of course I
wanted it, now more than ever, there was no going back, Mini Me and I
were connected: that the maternal bond began even before birth was totally
true. "And you think I do!" -He yelled at me then, putting his hand to his
face in a fit of nervousness. He took a deep breath to calm down, though
apparently without much success, and spoke to me again in a calmer tone,
"We shouldn't be arguing about this, please get into bed, Noah." His words
were still ringing in my head, as if amplified by some kind of brain system
that he was unable to stop listening to. Nick didn't want the baby... "In that
bed? Do you want me to get into that bed where you've fucked God knows
how many women," I said in a fit of rage and jealousy. No, there was no
way he was going to put Mini Me and me between those sheets, previously
dead. Nick wasn't expecting that answer, it was clear and he was taken
aback without really knowing what to say to me. That silence only
confirmed my suspicions. I grabbed a pillow and stomped out to sit on the
sofa in the living room, a hideous sofa, and just as uncomfortable as I had
suspected when I first saw it. I sat cross-legged Indian-style and stared
straight ahead at the huge TV, the only thing Nick seemed to have chosen. I
watched out of the corner of my eye as he walked into the living room,
went to the minibar, and poured himself a drink. He stared at the amber
liquid for a few seconds, until he finally set the glass down and came over
to me. He held out his hand. "Come on," he said calmly. I will reserve a
room in a hotel. That caught me completely off guard. I widened my eyes in
surprise and when I saw that he was serious, a part of my anger subsided.
"Really." I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. I nodded getting up from
the sofa and facing him. I was dying for a hug from him, no matter how
hurt I was, this whole situation was being the strangest... Since when did
Nick give in to my outbursts? Trying to hide all the things that were yet to
be said. As we were in the car, Nick called the Mondrian Hotel in West
Hollywood and, to my surprise, he rented a suite for the two of us. 'You
don't have to spend a fortune on this, Nicholas, we could go to my
apartment, or you could leave me there, this was not a good idea at all. He
didn't even take his eyes off the road. -I need a place where I can work and I
want to have you close. The room is not a problem, don't worry about it. I
sighed noticing the fatigue in my body, I wanted to get into bed, everything
that had happened that day had left me exhausted. I fell asleep on the way
and Nick woke me gently. When I opened my eyes, I saw that we had
already arrived and that a bellboy was waiting patiently for us to get out of
the car. We did, and I couldn't help noticing my outfit-leggings, jumper, and
sneakers-and comparing it to Nicholas's sharp look, dressed in a shirt, jeans,
and shiny boat shoes. I sat on one of the sofas in the reception while he did
the registration. I was a little worried, because he had been doing
everything except rest; at Jenna's house it had been Lion who had been
taking me around and now... if I asked Nick I was going to have to explain
to him in detail everything that was happening with the pregnancy, and a
part of me I didn't want to have to tell him about how incredibly deficient
my uterus was, or all the things I had been doing wrong for the first few
months... I had acted irresponsibly... Just remembering all the alcohol he
had put into my My body was getting nauseated and not because of the
pregnancy, but because of me, because I was incompetent even for that,
damn it, I still couldn't believe that I hadn't sensed it... Luckily for me and
Mini Yo the elevators weren't far away, and when Nick took my hand to
lead me there, I was truly grateful. The bellboy escorted us to the room on
the top floor and left our suitcases there. When we walked in, my eyes
widened in surprise. Nick tipped the bellboy and he left, leaving us alone.
Oh my gosh! This was not a room, it was a real apartment. I took a few
steps forward admiring the shiny parquet, the huge white bed with the black
headboard, the large square table with transparent chairs, the huge sofa, the
desk and the incredible views of the city. Trying not to feel overwhelmed or
stop to think about what a fortune that suite must have cost, I simply walked
over to the bed, on which Nick had opened my suitcase, from where I
grabbed my pajamas. I then went into the bathroom. The shower helped me,
especially to relax... I didn't know what was going to happen between the
two of us, there was a strange tension in the environment. When I came out
of the bathroom-already in my pajamas of shorts and a baggy T-shirt-Nick
was waiting for me, leaning against the table. He seemed lost in thought of
him. I ignored how nervous it made me to be alone in a room with him after
so long and sat on the bed, leaning back against the headrest, waiting for
one of us to break the silence or say something about the huge elephant.
who seemed to have appeared in the room. I remembered the last time we
had been alone, in a bed... I caressed my belly carefully and held my breath.
Yes, Mini Me... you were about to enter the scene. "What are you thinking
about?" he said, looking at me so intently that my heart raced. "Nothing...I
was just thinking about the last time...you know, when you and I..." Nick's
jaw clenched tightly, I guess what was a good memory for me made him
angry. "I was an idiot... and irresponsible." I looked at his sour face and
wished I hadn't opened my mouth. "What happened that night should never
have happened," I sentenced to hide how much her attitude saddened me.
And it wasn't just your fault. Nicholas frowned, his gaze fixed on my face.
"What happened, Noah?" he asked, and catching his tone of voice I looked
up into his cold eyes. Did you lie to me? -What -I asked you if you were
still taking birth control pills and you said yes, so explain to me how the
hell this could have happened. Had she wondered about the pills? She'd
been so engrossed in what we were doing that night that she couldn't
remember half of what we'd said to each other. It was like my heart was
breaking again. "Do you think I did it on purpose?" Nicholas brushed his
hand over his face, stood up, and walked away from me. "I don't even know
what to think anymore... When you told me you were pregnant, it didn't
even cross my mind that it could be mine until you decided to clarify it for
me with your happy little message," he explained, opening the minibar and
taking out a bottle. I held my breath, saying nothing, I wanted to hear what
he had to say. We've had sex once, damn it! Once in how much? A fucking
year and a half and this happens!
"Would you have preferred someone else's?" I didn't even recognize my
own voice, suddenly I wanted to get out of there. "You know perfectly well
that you don't. I released the breath I had been holding. "You're a complete
bastard for even hinting that I could have cheated on you." As if I could
have any interest in getting pregnant at nineteen! You know what? You
don't have to be a part of this. I am perfectly capable of carrying on on my
own. That last part wasn't true, but I wasn't going to tell him. Nick looked
back at me as if he'd been insulted by him. "Is that what you want," he said
then, and I felt the vein in his neck start to throb harder than usual. His jaw
went rigid and the look he gave me held me still in place. It doesn't have to
be your responsibility. Many mothers are capable of raising their children
alone, you have too much going on in your life right now and you made it
very clear that you never wanted to see me again. Nick shook his head and
gave a bitter laugh that I didn't like at all. Of course he didn't mean what he
was saying, but he had already made it clear that he didn't want the baby
and that he was sorry for what happened, and I wasn't going to be the one to
hunt him down like thousands of women do just because they're going to
have a child; No, no way, it would be hard, I was choking just thinking
about it, but I would never put him between a rock and a hard place, never. -
You have always gone through life wanting to solve all things by yourself,
you never let anyone help you or tell you that you are wrong. And you
know what, love? It makes you feel sorry." "Love" sounded like the worst
insult said out loud. But I'll tell you what, the child in you is as much mine
as it is yours, so be very careful what you say. It took me a few seconds too
long to answer. -Are you threatening me -I'm going to be part of that child's
life and he's going to carry my last name. Why did what I'd been wanting to
hear from minute one now only managed to make me feel cornered -The
child will have what's best for him, and I will be the one to make that
decision. "Well, I don't think any judge would deny that I'm the one most
prepared to take care of our son, don't you think? You don't have anything
unless you ask my father for it." The thrill of hearing him say "our son" was
gone in a heartbeat. I opened my eyes, unable to believe that the word
"judge" had come up in the conversation. "What are you trying to tell me?"
I asked with a lump in my throat. Nicholas seemed beside himself, with
each passing second, the more he became the Nick I didn't want to face.
"I'm saying I'm not going to leave any loose ends." You and I aren't getting
back together, so we're going to have to tie things up before you give birth.
Joint custody would be best... Now if you'll excuse me, I have important
things to do. Without even looking at me he grabbed his coat and keys and
slammed the door out of the suite. Fear and tears came later, accompanied
by great helplessness. He was right, he had nothing, unless he asked for it,
but God forbid Nicholas Leister would blurt something like that out of his
mouth again. If his intention was to face me, I would be waiting for him
more prepared than ever.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 38 guys...
CHAPTER 38:NICK

CHAPTER 38
NICK
I took the car and took off stepping on the accelerator to the full. He
needed to be alone and think. The phrase "I'm pregnant" still echoed in my
head; I had tried to take it easy, really, but not only did this all still seem
like a bad joke to me, but on top of that, I had just realized that Noah didn't
even want her to be part of her and the baby's life. That's why it had taken
her over three fucking weeks to tell me, and I was sure, putting her hand in
the fire, that she had ended up telling me because Jenna had insisted until
she finally convinced her. "I'm pregnant." I don't think two words have ever
affected me so much in my life. Two simple words, and I almost crashed
into the car in front of me. Lucky I stepped on the brake just in time...! My
cell phone slipped out of my hands and I had to pull off the road to retrieve
it and read them again. The world came crashing down on me, it was as if
the air was suddenly taken from my lungs, the blood from my veins, and the
coherent thoughts from my brain; I could only spin one in particular: "I kill
him." Thank goodness the second text arrived in plenty of time to prevent
him from committing murder... only Noah could type messages like "I'm
pregnant" and "By the way, it's yours" and feel so comfortable. I walked
into a bar in town, one that many of the students on campus old enough to
drink used to pick out for fun. I knew that drinking wasn't going to help me
clear my head, but damn it, either I'd drink something strong or I'd end up
going back into that room and making it clear to that idiot that she and the
baby were both mine, and that I was going to to be the one who was going
to take care of both. The hatred that I had felt towards Noah at first had
softened as soon as I placed a hand on his belly and realized that my own
child was being formed inside it, their child. I never thought that would
happen... Besides, as much as I tried not to think about it, the difficulties
Noah was going to have in conceiving had been a dark blanket over our
heads from the moment we knew we were in love I downed the scotch in
one gulp and ordered another. Had he said something about a judge? I ran
my hands over my face, the music was pretty unbearable and there were too
many people dancing around me. The bar was in the middle of the room
and being there was torture. I lifted the glass to my lips and clenched my
jaw hard against the burn. Noah was going to be a mother... at nineteen. I
hated myself in that moment, I hated that I had been so wrong, that I had
forced her to do something that, as much as we both wanted, she made it
clear that she didn't want to do it. Had she forced her on her? No, damn, she
hadn't, I had made love to her, treated her right, held her all night long and
wanted to wake up next to her. It had hurt my soul to see that she was not
there when I opened my eyes that morning; no matter what happened, she
always ended up running away. My sick mind began to picture the kind of
life we would have led if my father's bloody gala night had taken the car
and taken Noah to New York, as he had wanted to do, as he had told him we
would. No one would have made those mistakes, no one would have
touched my girl and now I would be with her and not in some seedy bar
trying to get used to the idea that I was going to be a father, father, fuck,
father of a baby. My life was going to take a one hundred and eighty degree
turn and I had about four months to get used to the idea and prepare. What
the hell was I going to do with the company? What was I going to do with
Noah? As I was on my fifth drink and my mind was starting to get cloudy,
my gaze fell on something, rather, on someone who was sitting at the bar a
few feet away. meters away. I knew who it was by how my body reacted
almost instantly: all my muscles tensed. I got up from my stool carefully
and went to the corner of the disco. I grabbed him by the shirt and lifted
him up, catching him completely off guard.
"What the hell are you doing here, you piece of shit?" I asked, pressing my
forehead against his and entering a state in which I had only found myself
once, a year and a half ago, the worst night of my life. Michael O'Neil
pushed me away hard, then looked at me with steely determination. "I paid
you to get the hell out of my fucking city!" I bellowed, lunging at him. We
both fell to the ground, causing people to scramble away and someone to
call security. Damn, he was going to have to shell out a lot of money tonight
to keep from getting into real trouble. Pushing that thought away, I landed
another blow to his ribs and he took the opportunity to hit me across the
jaw. I felt the blood in my mouth and I spat on the ground with a renewed
desire to kill him and end it all once and for all. "I've decided I don't give a
shit about the deal we made," he said, levering up with his feet and taking
control of himself for a moment; His fist collided with my left cheekbone
and I felt the skin split open. By the way... Noah is prettier than ever. The
blood pooled in my head, I saw everything red, I even saw spots around me
and the last thing I know is that there were three guys trying to get that
bastard off me. They kicked us out through different doors, and because of
who I was, they allowed me to recover in one of the private rooms and they
even left me a phone to call someone who could come pick me up. When
Steve appeared at the back door I saw something was up. "There are several
journalists outside, someone must have tipped off," he announced as he
cursed to myself. What I was missing. Indeed, when I left, no matter how
hard I tried to pretend that nothing was happening and hide the injuries on
my face, they took numerous photos of me, until I hid in the back of my
father's Mercedes. Steve kept his mouth shut, though he seemed surprised
when I told him to take me to the Mondrian. I didn't even want to think
about how the press was going to react when Noah's pregnancy came out,
much less how our family was going to react... it was going to be a scandal,
especially since almost all the media thought that Noah and I were brothers.
Sophia was going to kill me, the scandal would also affect her family and
perhaps hurt her father's political career. I staggered out of the car and asked
Steve to pick mine up at the store. When I entered the suite, a sepulchral
silence made all my hair stand on end. The room was dim and that could
only mean one thing... I turned on the light in the room and saw that it was
completely empty. I went to the bed and picked up the note that was on the
pillow. "Shit."

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 39 guys...
CHAPTER 39:NOAH

CHAPTER 39
NOAH
I hailed a cab as soon as Nick walked out the door, and two hours later I
was surrounded by unopened boxes and tucked into bed eating a bowl of
cereal I'd been able to find after much searching. She didn't have milk or
anything in the fridge but at least she was alone, finally after so many
weeks living with Jenna. I didn't know what I had been thinking to go with
Nicholas, as if things were going to go the way they used to. What had
happened between the two of them couldn't just disappear like that, it didn't
matter if I was pregnant, it didn't matter if he was the father, what he'd
hinted at in that hotel room was going to linger in my memories much
longer than anything I'd ever thought of. you could have told me in the past.
How could I even believe that I could be so low as to set him up with the
baby? How dare he insinuate that he would take it from me when he was
born? to a new level. I tried to calm down, I didn't want to stress Mini Me
and although it took me a long time, in the end I managed to fall asleep, at
least until around five in the morning when my phone began to vibrate
angrily. I didn't plan to talk to him. Damn, now he had found out that he had
left me? What the hell had he been doing all night? Better not even ask. I
sent him a simple message. Leave me alone. And he did...at least for a
while. The next morning he showed up at the apartment. I guess Jenna
hadn't wanted to give her my address until it wasn't a reasonable hour, but I
wish she had checked with me first. She was sick of her and Lion going
where no one wanted them to. When I opened the door I found him with
two paper cups and a Starbucks bag. He was dressed in a suit, and had a
black eye, a gash on his left cheekbone, and a split lip. The combination
was ridiculous. He looked like a pimp posing as a businessman. "Can I
come in?" I crossed my arms. No, I didn't want it to happen, but we had to
talk. I turned my back on him and went to bed. I hated having to play at a
disadvantage, hated having to climb into bed while he was there, imposing
as if he were an adult and I was a child. "So you get into fights again... that
will be a point in my favor when we fight over the custody of the child in
court." "Enough, Noah," he cut me off, setting the drinks and the bag on the
counter in my small kitchen. You know he didn't mean it. "You seemed very
determined when you made it clear that I'm not going to be able to take care
of this baby." Nicholas passed his hand over his face and turned his
attention to the house. I felt ashamed for the mess in which everything was.
My loft was the least suitable for raising a child, and I was sure that was
exactly what Nicholas was thinking at the moment. "You could take care of
that baby if you were missing two hands, Noah," he said, picking up the
paper cup and walking over to my bed. It's hot chocolate. I reluctantly
accepted the drink as I was starving. "I don't want to hear from you again
that you're going to take the baby from me, do you hear me?" I said, more
serious than in my entire life. -I would never do that... Damn, who do you
take me for? I shook my head, I couldn't even look at him, I didn't even
want to have him in front of me. He had hurt me again, he had put his finger
on the wound and he had hit me where it hurt the most, where I felt the
most fear, and it was not being able to get Mini Me forward. He sat next to
me on the bed.
"Noah, look at me," she said in a firm voice. I refused to do it, mostly
because I felt like doing it would make me cry like a cupcake and the last
thing I wanted to look weak at that moment. He caught my chin between
her fingers and forced me to lock my gaze on his. "I'm sorry for everything
I said yesterday," he told me as his finger caressed my chin. I will be here
for you. "It's not what you want," I said, my voice shaking. I had wanted
with all my soul to be with him again, to start a family and start from
scratch, but he had made it very clear that that was impossible. Now she
was pregnant, and yes, things were changing. Now I had to look out for
Mini Me, not myself, and that meant getting back into Nicholas Leister's
life, no matter how hard he tried to throw me out. He was going to have to
swallow my feelings, I was going to have to pretend that everything could
go back to the way it was before... that's what was left. Starring in the best
movie ever. And Nick knew it too. "Come back to the hotel with me," he
asked me, wiping a tear from my cheek. I would have given anything not to
have to rest, to be able to be independent and not have to need anyone, but
it wasn't the case, I needed it, at least until the doctor told me that the baby
was not in danger. So I accepted, I went back to the hotel with him. When
we arrived, Nicholas helped me get settled back in and excused himself by
saying that he had some things to do at the LRB offices. He found it
strange, we both were, we didn't seem like ourselves, so I was glad he was
leaving. The rest of the day until late at night I spent lying in bed reading
Wuthering Heights. I had never really liked that novel-the characters were
too tormented and the plot too dramatic for my liking-but something had
made me want to read it again. In the end I left it on the table and tried to
sleep. I hadn't heard from Nicholas and while it hurt me that he hadn't
called me all day to check on him, I also realized that he still had no idea
what was going on with Mini Me. It had all happened so fast that he hadn't
even asked me why he needed to be at rest. It had only been a day and a
half since he'd found out, but the fact that we hadn't actually sat down and
talked indicated how upset he must really have been. I closed my eyes and
let sleep wash over me.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 40 guys...
CHAPTER 40:NICK

CHAPTER 40
NICK
I had to go see Sophia. She hadn't stopped calling me since the night after
the party at Lion's; she was furious because, by the time she was in Los
Angeles, we hadn't even spent three hours together. Sophia's issue was
something that she had to solve, in fact, when I verified how little I cared
about cutting that relationship, I realized that it would never have worked, it
could never have been what she needed. Only Noah was able to keep
turning my world upside down, but damn!... How could I not do it if I was
going completely crazy just breathing? It was so strange to have her with
me again, it was so strange not to be screaming to death with her, not
having to hate her. The last year and a half I had spent all my energy hating
her with all my might to hide the part of her that loved her, to appease the
terrible urge to run back to her side and beg her to be with me again. . It had
taken a lot of self-control to leave her, to walk away and convince myself to
rebuild my life with someone else, but it had all been a lie as big as a house.
All those feelings were suddenly on pause. Hate no longer seemed to make
sense and love was struggling to get on stage. A growing part of me was
dying to go to her, hold her in my arms and never move. I felt relief...
endless relief. Hating the woman I loved had been the hardest thing I'd ever
had to do in my life. And now something told me to stop fighting, to stop
swimming against the current, my path was always clear, my destiny was
that girl. Sophia was also in a hotel, after telling her that my apartment had
flooded. I had to come up with something to kill time and put things in
order. I parked and prepared to face someone I didn't want to hurt. She
opened the door of her room for me dressed in a pretty plum-colored dress.
Her countenance clearly showed that she knew something was wrong. A
"we need to talk" never boded well. I went in and didn't take off my jacket
or kiss her on the lips like she had almost gotten used to doing. Sophia
frowned and invited me into the living room of her suite. Once there, I went
to the minibar and poured myself a drink. Sophia sat on the white leather
sofa and watched me as she avoided her gaze and took a long swallow of
the whiskey. "You're going to leave me, aren't you," she said, breaking the
sudden silence. I looked up and fixed it on her face. "I don't think I ever got
to have you, Soph. She shook her head and shifted her gaze to the table
before her. "I thought...I thought we were moving forward, Nicholas. What
has he told you? What has he done to make you change your mind now?
Because a week ago you were telling me that you wanted to live with me.
Hell yes, I had asked him, I was sick of feeling bad for Noah, I was sick of
waking up alone at night, thinking, wondering if I'd done the right thing
letting her go... "I know... and I'm sorry, damn, really. Sophia, I'm not doing
this to hurt you, but I can't keep denying how I feel about Noah. If I'm not
with her I prefer not to be with anyone. I told you that ours was a pain and
you accepted it, then things started to change and I'm not saying it's your
fault, I also got carried away because it was... "Easy," she interrupted me. I
stayed quiet looking at her. Yes, he had hit the nail on the head, being with
Sophia had been easy, pleasant, correct, but there had been no passion, no
magic, no irrational desire to be with her, to want to possess her, to want to
make her mine... That had only felt by a person. "I'd rather drop this now
than break your heart later." Sophia smiled without a hint of joy in her eyes.
-What makes you think you haven't already done it to her? No. She waited
for me to answer, she got up from the sofa, turned her back on me and went
into her room. I thought about going after her, apologizing, giving her more
reasons why we weren't going to work out, but that was Sophia. She wasn't
going to insist, she wasn't going to beg me... if she wanted me, her way of
doing it wasn't the right one and she would one day find out. I was not the
man of her life.
When I entered the suite the fragrance of Noah's shampoo invaded my
senses. Everything was practically in the dark, only illuminated by a
standing lamp lit in a corner. Noah was lying down, her head on the pillow
and her hair scattered over it. I felt the bulge in my pants get hard just
looking at her...damn how beautiful she was! I knew perfectly well that the
best thing would be to leave or at least wait for the alcohol that was
coursing through my veins from the drinks that I had had in a bar that I
went to after leaving Sophia to disappear from my body, but suddenly I just
I could think of one thing. I took off my shirt as I walked to the foot of the
bed. My eyes lingered on the curve of his behind, on his long legs that
clung to one of the pillows, on his rosy cheeks. I sat on the bed and watched
her carefully. It had been so long since I did that that I felt an inner peace in
the center of my soul. Watching Noah sleep had always been a spectacle,
but right at that moment what I wanted was for him to open his eyes...
Damn it, I wanted him to realize that I was the center of his world, I wanted
him to look at me the way he used to. .I noticed the book that was resting
face down on his table. I opened it and began to read the page where he had
left off. A paragraph caught my attention and I kept reading: ... neither
misery, nor debasement, nor death, nor anything that God or Satan had
reserved for us could have separated us; and you, for your pleasure you did
it. I have not broken your heart; you are the one who has destroyed it, and
by destroying it you have done the same with mine. Worse for me if I am
strong. What need do I have to live? What life will be mine when... Oh!
God! Would you want to live with your soul in the grave? I clenched my
jaw hard. The next sentence was underlined in pencil. You also abandoned
me, but I don't blame you. I forgive you. Forgive me! I closed the book and
counted to ten.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 41
guys...
CHAPTER 41:NOAH

CHAPTER 41
NOAH
My sleep was restless, in it I was in labor and a lot of doctors yelled at
me that there were complications and that the baby was in danger. He
pushed and pushed because that was what he was supposed to do. My eyes
looked around me, searching for the one person who could banish my most
horrible fears. "I can't do it alone...please...Nick...I need it, please..." "Mr.
Leister said he won't come...he insisted he didn't want this baby, or you."
neither. I noticed how he cried, not only because of the pain but because of
how alone he was. Mini Yo was about to leave, but when he did, the
delivery room did not resound with the loud crying of a newborn baby, but
with absolute silence. Someone without a face approached me and handed
me a bundle wrapped in blankets. The baby did not move. "I'm sorry...he
was stillborn." I opened my eyes sitting up on the bed. It had been a
nightmare... I noticed the tears wetting my cheeks and my heart beating a
thousand per hour. Then my eyes fell on the person in front of me. Nicholas
had fallen asleep on the sofa, sitting up. I didn't even doubt it. I threw off
the covers, got out of bed and went to him. When I sat on his lap, lifting his
arm so he could hug me, his eyes widened with a start. "Noah..." he said
stunned at first, but holding me tight a second later almost automatically. I
buried my face in his neck and began to shake like a leaf. "What happened?
Are you okay? Is he okay..." I shook my head, feeling a lump in my throat
that prevented me from making any sound. Nick took my chin between his
fingers and searched my eyes with his. "Why are you crying?" he asked me
scared. I closed my eyes when his fingers caressed my cheek, taking away
my tears. "I've had a nightmare..." Nick seemed to relax a bit and his arms
came around me tightly, pulling me against him. -Do you want to tell me
about it? That sometimes helps... That situation seemed strange to me.
During most of our courtship I had hidden from him that when I wasn't with
him I had a hard time falling asleep; he had always protected me from my
bad dreams without even knowing it, with him close I slept without any
problem. "I was in labor..." I explained in a very low voice, "and you
weren't there." Nick's jaw clenched tightly, but he waited for her to
continue. -I pushed and did what the doctors asked me... but in the end Mini
I was stillborn and I... I... Nick hugged me and I let myself be swallowed up
by his big arms, the image of my dead baby did not it went out of my head.
"That's not going to happen, Noah," he assured me, stroking my hair with
his long fingers. "How do you know?" I asked, resting my head on his
shoulder and closing my eyes. Nick pulled me to look at him. -To begin
with, because nothing and no one can prevent me from being with you
when you're in labor. I stared at him for a few seconds. "Do you promise?" I
asked helplessly. "I'll hold your hand from the moment it starts until the
moment it's over, you have my word." Despite the fact that I would never
have expected anything different, I felt an immense relief run through my
entire body. His hand then moved out of my hair and placed on my belly.
"Shouldn't it be noticeable," he said with a frown. "It'll grow..." I replied,
holding my breath as his hand slipped under my shirt. Sometimes I think he
was waiting for you to find out so he could show himself... "I still have a
hard time believing it, you know," he confessed, still not taking his eyes off
mine.
Everything was too overwhelming, Mini Me, him, us... I still had no idea of
all this, there were too many changes and all of them happening almost at
the same time. "I'm scared," I declared, wanting time to stop, wanting to go
back to the beginning, to when it was just him and me, and problems hadn't
come to hurt us yet. "It's normal that you are... I'm scared," he said, looking
ahead. But everything will work out, you'll see. "And if it isn't," I whispered
to him, afraid to voice my fears out loud. This shouldn't have happened, I
shouldn't be a mother... my body... "Your body is perfect," she settled
without leaving a doubt. "Nick...the baby...I nearly lost him," I admitted,
afraid to look him square in the eye. "What are you talking about?" I tried to
calm myself so I could explain it to him. "Do you remember the night of the
housewarming party... When you had to take me home..." It didn't take Nick
more than two seconds to remember, and all of him went on guard. We
were so close that I was fully aware of the vein in his neck beginning to
throb threateningly. It was obvious that he remembered how drunk he had
been. -I think that was when I had the first threat of abortion... I thought I
had just gotten my period... but no. "Don't feel guilty about something you
didn't know," he advised me. "I hurt her...and now I've had to lie in bed for
weeks and I don't even know what the doctor is going to say when I go to
the office the day after tomorrow." -That's why you have to rest... -I have a
bruise and until it disappears I won't be able to do practically anything, the
doctor has told me that it is normal in first-time pregnant women, although
with advanced gestation it begins to be more dangerous and not only for the
baby, but also for me. Nick tensed under me. "Repeat that about you being
in danger," he asked me, staring at me, with fear so present in his eyes that
even I got nervous. "In case I lose it, but that's not going to happen," I said
firmly. Nick seemed to be at a loss for words, as if the reality of the
possibility of losing me and the baby had suddenly terrified him. He got up
from the sofa with me in his arms and put me on the bed. He started pacing
the room, his mind far away. When he approached me again, his face was
contorted with fear. "I'm so sorry, Noah..." he apologized, taking my face in
his hands. This shouldn't be happening... if something happened to you...
I went to tell him that the important thing right now was the baby and not
me, I was fine... but his lips crashed against mine and my world stopped.
His mouth seemed to want to find comfort in mine. It took me a couple of
seconds to let him in, I was so stunned to see that he was passionately
kissing me after so long. I felt his tongue touch my lips and when I opened
them his intoxicating breath gave me chills. My hands found his hair and I
pulled him to me, but he didn't let the kiss drag on. He pulled back looking
into my eyes. "Go back to sleep," he said then, breathing hard. You need to
rest and I... he started to leave, but my hand took his, holding him to my
side. "Stay with me until I fall asleep, please." Nick seemed to be fighting a
great internal battle. He finally kicked off his shoes and lay down next to
me on the bed. He pulled me into his arms and I rested my head on his
chest. I didn't want to dwell on what had just happened, I didn't know where
we were or how we were going to proceed. A kiss didn't mean anything, did
it? I finally fell asleep with his hand stroking my hair and his heartbeat
accompanying me like a sweet lullaby. When I opened my eyes the next
morning all I could hear was the click of the computer keys. Opposite the
bed was a sheer curtain dividing the bedroom from the rest of the suite, and
I sat up to see a blurry Nick sitting on the sofa, scowling at the computer
screen he held on his lap with a grim face. friends. I remembered the
moment we had shared the night before. It had been over a year and a half
since I had gone to Nicholas to feel better, it had been a year and a half
since he held me in his arms until I fell asleep... Yes, he had been very good
to me, but he hadn't even the I had no idea what situation we were in right
now and I was afraid to ask. Nick knew I was awake because he looked up
from the computer and fixed on me. We both stared at each other holding
our breath, me at least, until Nick closed the laptop, placed it on the table,
and came over to the bed. I didn't say anything, I just waited to act on it. As
he stood next to me, looking down at me, I felt my breath hitch. "How are
you?" he asked, and his hand caressed my cheek, tucking a strand behind
my ear. "Very good," I replied almost automatically. My brain was focused
on the slight caress of his fingers. He nodded and turned his back on me,
walking away again. "Are you leaving?" I couldn't help but ask. "I have
many things to do, including finding the best gynecologist," he replied,
taking the phone out of his pocket and staring at the screen. Put on your
clothes. I'm going to ask them to bring us breakfast. I gawked at him, and
Nick gave me an urgent look. I quickly put on the first sweatshirt I could
find and kept my pajama bottoms on. About ten minutes later breakfast was
brought up to us, two immensely large trays of food for a regiment. Nick
had just gotten off the phone and he didn't do it until he had practically run
out of food. When he finally approached the bed he glared at my half-full
plate. "Eat," he ordered me simply. "I don't fancy anything else," I
answered, distractedly stirring the eggs on my plate. We hadn't talked about
ourselves, and that made me nervous. I couldn't get the words he said to me
last time out of my head and how sure he seemed to say that he was never
going to be able to forgive me. "Stop playing with your food, you barely ate
anything," he accused me in exasperation. I pouted at him. "This is how it's
going to be now," I said annoyed. You bossing me around all the time? If I
know, I'm staying at Jenna's. Nick scowled, but before he could reply there
was a knock on the door. A few seconds later Steve entered with a grim
face and a couple of magazines in his hand. "It's everywhere, Nicholas," he
commented, and he didn't seem surprised to see me sitting there, carrying a
tray overflowing with eggs, fruit, cereal, and coffee. "I know," said the
aforementioned, turning his back on me and crossing the room until he
reached the desk that was in the room. Steve followed him... and so did I.
"What's all over the place?" I asked, and before anyone could stop me I
snatched the magazine from Steve's hands and saw one of the People
magazine headlines.
"Nicholas Leister Back to His Old Ways" was the headline. Beneath it was
a photo of him with a scowl and a cut jaw, leaving a pub. I went to find the
page to continue reading, but he snatched the magazine from me to find a
furious Nick looking at me with dark warning. "Go back to bed, Noah.
Now," he added when he saw that I faced him and crossed my arms. "Not
until you tell me what's going on." He tensed and looked at me nervously.
"I'll tell you what you want, but please get into bed." His gaze crossed mine
and I noticed his fear, still recent in the background of those spectacular
irises. I did as he asked, feeling rather strange having Steve follow my
every move. Only when Nick saw me under the covers did he seem to
breathe easy again. "Talk to Margot, she'll take care of this," Nick ordered,
then tossed the magazine into the trash. Steve couldn't take his eyes off me.
"What's going on here?" he asked, turning to me. I had never seen Steve
look at me like that; what's more, the look he gave Nicholas was clearly
censorious; For the first time since I'd met him, I saw Steve address him in
a threatening way. "I'll explain it to you as soon as he can; Now please do as
I asked, he talks to Margot and tries to make sure that nothing that happens
here comes to light. The last thing I want is for the press to find out that
Noah is with me. That hurt me, why lie, but I was more focused on trying to
figure out what the hell could have happened so that the press had taken
that headline and that Steve faced for the first time a Nick whom he had
protected and cared for since he was barely a child. child. Steve ignored
who was actually his boss and walked over to the bed where she was lying.
"Everything okay," he asked, looking at me with concern. Behind him, I
saw Nick cross his arms and look at him penetratingly; He clearly didn't
like that she was ignoring him and even more, knowing him, that he was in
front of the bed where he was lying under the sheets. "You don't have to
worry about me, Steve," I answered, trying to convey calm with the relaxed
tone of my voice. He didn't seem too convinced with my answer, but at least
he nodded and without even looking at Nick, he walked out the door
without saying another word. "What was that about?" I asked now, paying
attention to his reaction. Nicholas was still staring at the place where Steve
had left. "It's clear that his priorities have changed," he said angrily,
although I noticed a trace of approval in his voice. "Are you going to tell
me once and for all who you had a fight with and why?" I said tiredly.
He ran his hand over his face, where he already had a stubble that gave him
a bad-boy look that made my whole body vibrate. "I ran into Michael at one
of the bars on campus," she explained with a defiant look, never taking her
eyes off mine, for he seemed to be measuring my reaction very carefully.
No matter how hard I tried to hide my astonishment, I couldn't do it. I
tensed under the covers and fear settled in my body. We got into a fight and
we both got kicked out, the press found out about it and now they use it to
try and discredit me. Michael and Nick... Damn, last time things had ended
very, very badly. That concern had disappeared as soon as Michael left town
and Nick did the same. The last thing he would have expected is for them to
meet again, let alone come to blows. "You shouldn't have hit on him," I told
him. Although it sounded recriminatory, she was scared, scared for him
because she knew she couldn't get into trouble, if Michael reported him she
wasn't sure what could happen to him, but what happened that night so long
ago couldn't happen again. . She moved to the foot of the bed, every muscle
flexing under her clothing. "Have you seen him again? Michael had said
anything to him about the little meeting we had about a month ago." "I saw
him on the college campus, we barely exchanged three words, Nicholas, I
want to see him as much as you do; she thought that he was not going to
return, but apparently that is her intention. "I don't want you near him,
Noah. His words of hers clearly sounded like a threat. "I'm not going to do
it." Astonishment crossed her features, it was clear that she had not
expected that response from me. The explanation for her astonishment was
that Nicholas had no idea of the harassment he had suffered from Michael a
few weeks after Nick left for New York. She wasn't going to tell him,
especially since she was pretty sure that Michael's intentions didn't go
beyond immature interest in fucking Nick, which she had never seen kindly.
"I don't want that son of a bitch to be near you," she declared now, coming
closer to sitting next to me on the bed. I nodded, trying not to feel self-
conscious about the intensity with which she spoke. promise me I blinked
when I saw that my answer was just as important to him as it was to me that
he, too, stayed away. -I promise. "Good," she said, getting up again. Now I
have to go to the office. I looked at him with disappointment, but I couldn't
expect him to stay locked in that room with me for what could be months.
"If you need anything, anything, call me on my cell and please don't get out
of that bed, Noah," she asked me firmly. I nodded and shortly after Nick
left; he promised not to be late and left me alone in that unknown room
waiting for him to return.
(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
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CHAPTER 42:NOAH

CHAPTER 42
NOAH
The next two nights followed one another in a strange way. Nicholas
spent most of the day in the office and by the time he arrived in the wee
hours of the morning, I was already in an almost deep sleep. When I opened
my eyes, the sheets on her part of the bed were wrinkle-free and I simply
found a note wishing me a good morning and warning me not to do
anything that could harm me or the baby. The night before I left my
seclusion and went to the hospital I forced myself to stay awake on the sofa,
very angry as I could barely keep still in place. Things were still so up in
the air that anxiety and the fact of going almost forty-eight hours without
hardly engaging in a decent conversation with anyone were ending up
affecting me in a dangerous way. I felt anxious, nervous, and sometimes the
fear of things going wrong or of what they could tell me in the office made
the days, hours and minutes go by in desperate slow motion. It was almost
two in the morning when the door to our room opened with hardly a sound.
The sofa was aligned to the left, but he had a clear view of anyone who
entered the bedroom. Nick stopped in surprise when he saw me there, and
something in his gaze managed to make me feel the way you feel when you
plummet down a hundred-foot roller coaster. "What are you doing up?" he
said, dominating his expression and leaving his leather jacket on the ticket
booth. When I looked at him I verified that he did not come from the
company, his attire was casual but elegant, but there was no sign of a tie or
of any of the suits that he had ordered to be picked up from his apartment.
"Wait for you," I answered, noticing the anger in my voice. He was free to
go out there, to meet people and behave like someone grown up and social;
I, on the other hand, had to be stuck in that room with no one with whom I
could share my fear and anxiety. "You should be in bed," he commented,
and to my astonishment, when he came over to me, he bent down to pick
me up and carry me himself. I held on to his neck, surprised that he touched
me again after two long days without barely touching. My body vibrated
like never before and I wanted to share that intimacy we had when we were
together again. He had repented? He hated me again like before but he
covered it for the baby? Now he didn't even look me in the eye, not since I
promised him to stay away from Michael. She was afraid that his return had
awakened all those memories that she knew were still present in his head,
memories and wounds that didn't seem to want to disappear. She was afraid
that eventually, after all, Nick would still think it was best to be apart and
that nothing, not even a child of his, was going to change his mind about
that. When he deposited me on the bed, I didn't let go of his neck. I pulled
at him, wanting him not to let go, asking for a kiss, and when he stopped
just above my lips, so still my heart nearly stopped, all my fears were
justified. "I can't, Noah," he confessed in a whisper, taking my arms and
pulling me away from him. He without even giving me a brief glance, he
turned away from me and went into the bathroom. I, on the other hand,
stayed still where he was, assimilating his rejection. My heart seemed to
bleed under my chest, realizing that we had gone back to the beginning. I
snuggled under the sheets and tried not to make him notice the incessant
tears rolling down my cheeks. I pretended to be asleep when I heard the
bathroom door open and realized that Nick hadn't been sleeping with me
and made the bed afterwards, but had been lounging on the couch, as far
away from me as possible.
The doctor's appointment was at noon, and I was surprised to see that Nick
had been left working in his hotel room. I got into the shower barely
looking at him and when I looked in the mirror I saw that my eyes were
swollen and red. I didn't want him to see how much his rejection the night
before had affected me, so I spent a long time covering those dark circles
and presenting a moderately acceptable appearance. It's amazing the
miracles that good makeup can do. What I didn't like was that when I went
to choose what clothes to wear I realized that not everything fit me. It was
something new to me: I'd never had a weight problem, never had to lie on
the bed and roll over to button up my jeans. Although my pregnant belly
was still barely noticeable, I already felt like a real cow. My bad mood was
so evident that when I left the bathroom I slammed the door shut. Nick
looked up from his computer and looked at me curiously. "I need you to
lend me your car keys," I said sulking and wanting to get out of those four
walls as soon as possible. Nick frowned. -What for, if it can be known I
looked at him incredulously. Had he forgotten -To go see the doctor who is
in charge of your son's health: for that I need the keys. Nick tried to hide a
smile that was threatening to spread across his lips and got up from his
chair. He closed the laptop, picked up the car keys and twirled them in his
fingers. -I am aware that today you have to see the gynecologist, what I do
not understand is what makes you think that you are going to drive yourself.
I clenched my jaw hard. -I am perfectly capable of driving a car; What's
more, I can affirm that I even do it better than you. Nick approached me,
smiling now without hiding it, and for a few moments his eyes traveled all
over my body. I would have liked to put on a burqa, at that moment the last
thing I felt was attractive and that he was so spectacular only made me even
more angry. "You'll show me your driving skills later, freckles, the last thing
I want to do right now is put you in front of a wheel," he said, grabbing his
jacket and mine and opening the door for me. Come on, I'm looking
forward to meeting my son. It took me a few seconds too long to react, but I
finally forced my legs to move. We didn't go out the front door of the hotel,
we went straight down to the parking lot. As we got onto the freeway, I felt
like there was something I needed to tell her, no matter how angry I was.
"Today they may tell us the sex of the baby," I commented casually,
downplaying the matter, although inside I was dying to find out if what I
was carrying inside me was a mini-Noah or a mini-Nick. Nicholas turned to
me, his eyes widening in surprise. "Today," he asked, focusing again on the
road; I could tell by the movement of his hands on the wheel that he had
become more nervous than he was trying to appear. "I could have known
weeks ago, but... I preferred to wait," I admitted, looking away. I didn't
want to confess to him that the idea of receiving that news without him by
my side had been unbearable, I didn't want him to know how much I needed
him at that moment, more than I would ever say. Nick caught my hand
unexpectedly and brought it to his lips, where he brushed my hand with a
fleeting kiss. I looked at him surprised that he had broken down that barrier
that he had built so well around us. "Thank you for waiting for me," he said
emotionally, looking into my eyes with infinite tenderness. There was no
need to say it out loud, she knew me almost better than I knew myself.
After that, a not so uncomfortable silence settled between us, and the
curiosity to know what I was thinking with such concentration forced me to
break it despite my reluctance.
"Which do you prefer?" Nick smiled, not looking back at me this time.
"And you?" I asked first. Nicholas chuckled and glanced at me before
refocusing on the cars in front of him. "I guess I'm good at girls," he
admitted after deliberating for a few seconds. -And so much. I couldn't help
but answer him. My accusation did not go unnoticed, but he chose to ignore
my comment. -If I remember correctly, a couple of nights ago I heard you
call the baby Mini Me, or am I wrong? I felt myself blush; okay yeah, that's
what she called him in my mind, but that didn't mean I saw him as a girl. "I
don't know if I'd be able to handle a miniature Nicholas," I blurted out
defensively, though infinite warmth washed over my body as I envisioned a
baby like Nick in my arms. "A miniature Noah would wear me down too,
freckles. Sometimes I pity your poor mother, what she had to put up with...
I glared at him even though I knew she was kidding. -Don't worry, I'll take
care of our daughter whether she's unbearable like me or pedantic like her
father. Nick kept looking ahead with a huge smile on his face, he didn't
even bother to hide it anymore. "If we have a daughter, she will be the
dearest girl in the world." Noah, there won't be a father on this planet who's
going to take care of her as well as I do, that's for sure. The jokes
disappeared as soon as he made that comment and I had to look out the
window to hide my face and the emotions that his words had just awakened
in me. I hadn't known what it was like to have a father who loved me and
protected me above all things and the simple fact of imagining it, of seeing
Nick with our daughter or son, made me understand that, whatever
happened between the two of us, our baby would be the most loved, of that
I was completely sure. We arrived at the hospital a short time later, and I
couldn't shake the feeling that going in there with him and seeing the baby
on the ultrasound together was going to make it so much more real. In the
waiting room there were many women accompanied by their partners. Nick
and I were the youngest of all. It was very strange for me to see both of us
in that situation. When they called my name I couldn't help reaching for
Nick's hand to get into the office. Suddenly I was very afraid again for what
they were going to tell us about the baby, and more so now that things were
beginning to become something more real and tangible. There was nothing
I wanted more than to bring a healthy and happy baby into the world, and I
hated to think that my body might prevent that wish from coming true. Dr.
Hubber greeted me warmly as we entered the office together and looked
curiously at Nick, who held out his hand and regarded him with mock
politeness. He knew him well enough to know that he was already going to
start taking fault with him. "Doctor, this is Nicholas Leister, my... well, the
father," I clarified, blushing and feeling rather stupid. Nicholas didn't add
any kind of clarification and, although I would have liked to see him mark
territory like he used to do when we were together, at that moment all I
could think of was that everything was fine with Mini Me. Dr. Hubber
instructed me to lie down on the table while he asked me some routine
questions. Nicholas seemed to be putting all his concentration on my
answers and upon hearing some of his answers his frown grew more and
more pronounced. When the doctor moved the probe closer and asked me to
lift my shirt, Nick stepped forward and stood next to me, his eyes on the
doctor's every move. He put the cold gel on me and began to slide the probe
over my bare skin; a few seconds later Mini Yo appeared on the screen.
Although only two weeks had passed, the differences were very evident.
The baby was much bigger than last time and his features were already
moving away from those of some kind of tadpole with legs and arms.
It had always been amazing to watch, but this time it was so much more
special. I caught Nick's expression, he looked completely stunned, and I
understood that feeling: it was one thing to be told, quite another to see it
for yourself. The gynecologist kept moving the probe and began to do the
calculations and measurements on him. "I have good news," he announced,
looking at both of us, "the bruise has almost completely disappeared; there
is still a little shadow, but that will end up going away in the next few days
almost certainly. "Does that mean the baby is no longer in any danger?" I
asked excitedly and feeling such immense relief that I was aware of the
weight I had been carrying all those weeks without even realizing it. "We'll
continue to monitor you every month, but yes, for now everything is as it
should be," the doctor replied with a friendly smile. You've done a good
job, Noah. I dropped my head back and sighed in relief. -So, can I lead a
normal life now, doctor? He went to answer me but Nick interrupted him,
looking at him suspiciously. "You said the bruise hasn't completely
disappeared. Isn't it advisable that you continue to rest, at least for another
couple of weeks? "What! No!" I glared at Nick, but he completely ignored
me. -You can lead a normal life, Mr. Leister, but no stress or physical
exertion; as i told you the first time i saw you, this is a pregnancy
complicated by your history and how the pregnancy has been developing.
You don't have to worry, but you do have to take life easy. It is already in
the second quarter, and from now on things will start to go much faster. The
baby has grown quite a bit since I last saw her, but not enough, which tells
me that growth spurt will catch on in the next few weeks. Great, which
meant that I was going to get a real barrel. "I'd like to get a second opinion,
if that's okay with you," Nick said, still suspicious. "Nicholas," I scolded,
filled with shame. The doctor did not seem offended by that last comment.
'I have no problem recommending you to one of my colleagues, Mr Leister.
"It won't be necessary." They both held their gazes for a few more seconds
and I wanted the earth to swallow me. Damn Nicholas, I wasn't thinking of
going to any other doctor: I liked Dr. Hubber and he was very good, he had
looked him up on the internet to make sure and he had been one of the best
in his promotion. Nicholas, as always, was exaggerating. "Would you like
to know the sex of the baby?" he asked us then with a kind smile that
immediately relaxed the atmosphere. I looked at Nicholas nervously and he
smiled at me with a reassurance that only affected me more. "We'd love to,
doctor," he said, taking my hand. The doctor slid the probe back over my
skin, and after what seemed like an eternity, he looked at us with a jovial
smile. - He is a boy. The world stopped and so did my heart. A child... I felt
such emotion that my eyes filled with tears. Our eyes met and we both
smiled amused, remembering the conversation in the car. Seeing Nick's
reaction was something I still cherish as the best memories of my life. His
emotion was such that he stared at the screen for several seconds. What he
did next took me by surprise: he leaned toward me and planted a kiss on my
lips, a kiss I received with pleasure and shame, since Dr. Hubber was less
than two feet away. His eyes searched mine as he pulled away from my
mouth and I felt him completely melt me. "Mini You ended up being Mini
Me," he commented, smiling at me. "Don't let it go to your head," I warned
him happily. On the way back to the hotel, and now that we knew that the
baby was fine and that I could lead a normal life, I began to make plans in
my head, plans in which I could finally take control of my life. I needed to
feel useful again. For someone like me, used to always being up and down,
spending almost a month in bed had been a horrible nightmare. "I need to
stretch my legs, God, I want to go running, I want to go to college, go back
to work..." I blurted out dreamily, looking out the window. "Didn't you hear
the doctor," Nicholas snapped at me harshly. The bruise has not completely
disappeared, you can't go back to doing those things like nothing. I turned
his face in his direction. -Didn't you hear? He said that I can lead a normal
life now. It's easy to give your opinion when you haven't had to be
bedridden for a month. Nicholas exhaled through his nose and gripped the
steering wheel hard. "We need to talk about my apartment downtown... I
know you don't want to go there and I respect that, but we need to put
things in order.
The hotel is fine, but I attract too much attention there and right now it's the
last thing I want. Do we have "I have my apartment paid for and waiting to
be settled in, Nick," I said, wishing I could go back there and spend some
time alone and prepare for what was coming my way. You can return to
yours. "Is that what you want? That we live apart?" The tone of his voice
conveyed pain, a pain that mixed with the anger he felt at my words. "We
can't live together basically because we're not together. And as much as he
hated it, that was the reality. "My God, Noah, things have changed, don't
you think?" I shook my head, that was exactly what I didn't want to happen.
-What has changed is that I am going to have a baby, but nobody says that
you and I have to go back for that. I've come to accept it, so..." "So what,"
he said, turning sharply to the right and pulling into the hotel parking lot. I
screwed up, and now I'm going to take care of you. "What are you going to
take care of?" she replied indignantly. I am not your responsibility, and I am
not going to be with someone who made it more than clear that he was not
going to love me again, much less trust me, so let's go back to the
beginning. You can take care of the child with me, but that's it: I'm not
going to live with you, I'm not going to do what you tell me, and I'm not
going to change my doctor. Until I give birth, I'll make the decisions and
when the baby is born we'll put things in order so we can raise him together,
but each one in her house. I got out of the car slamming the door. This was
exactly what I had feared all along, that Nicholas would see the pregnancy
as a twisted way to get back at me. That, however, things weren't done, I
wasn't looking for sympathy in Nicholas or being in his charge... Good
God, as much as his rejection still hurt me, I would never do something like
that to him, I would never force him to come back. with me. Nicholas was
silent until they reached the room. "So, your plan is for everyone to move
on with their lives and then, what? Have joint custody? Is that what you
want?" he asked me, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching me as I
began to unhook my clothes from the hooks. hangers and fold them
haphazardly on the small table in front of the bed. My eyes drifted from the
clothes for a second and fixed on him. He seemed calm, but as much as he
managed to stay calm now, I knew very well what was hiding under those
eyes. He didn't like what he had said in the car and now that I was hearing it
from his lips, I couldn't help but feel the same. We'll have to split up the
days, weekends, vacations... Is that what you want? Do you want our son to
grow up with separate parents? My eyes moistened at the horrible reality I
was bringing up. I knew what it was like to be raised that way: half my life
I hadn't had a father and the other half I had spent hiding out of fear that he
would hurt me. Nick had also had to watch his parents break up and his
mother leave him. For a moment I imagined my sweet baby, with big blue
eyes and blonde hair like me going through what we both had to go
through, and my heart sank in a way I hadn't felt before. I bit my lip trying
to control the trembling, and Nicholas got up and came over to me. "Let me
take care of you," he asked me then as his hand caressed my face and his
eyes plunged into mine with iron determination. I know what I told you, I
know I told you that I wasn't going to be able to forgive you and I haven't
been able to get it out of my mind since I left: your reaction, your sadness...
they've haunted me every day we've been apart, Noah . Things have
changed, now my way of seeing all this is not the same, I see everything in
a different color. When I've seen our son on that screen, Noah... Damn, I've
been the happiest man on Earth and not just because I'm going to have a
beautiful baby, but because I'm going to have it with the woman who made
my world upside down. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling a tear boycott my
self-control. Nick rested his forehead against mine and sighed, washing me
over with his warm breath. -We've hurt each other a lot, freckles, don't think
for a moment that I'm not aware of every hurtful word that has come out of
my mouth. Do not hesitate to think that I wanted to see you suffer as I
suffered after Michael, but I have never, Noah, never stopped thinking that
you were the woman of my life. I opened my eyes.
"I've left Sophia, Noah. I felt my heart race at the thought of the two of
them together, of the nights I spent crying in my bed after seeing them in
magazines or on TV. The things that Nick had said about her, that she was a
better woman for him, more mature, smarter, more everything... were still
present in my memories and I knew that she would always be a thorn in my
heart. "You shouldn't have done it." I wasn't looking at him when I spoke,
but his hand cupped my chin to force me to. He didn't understand my words
and I kept talking almost hastily. Nicholas, you're not going to be able to
forget that I cheated on you with someone else and I wouldn't be able to
bear losing you again... I'm scared, I'm so scared that the last thing I can do
right now is try if we can or not work again. "Let me prove to you that what
I say is totally true, Noah. I shook my head and then he took my face in his
hands and kissed me as he had wanted since we had parted. His lips came to
rest on mine, first once and then twice, exerting enough pressure to make
me sigh. His tongue entered my mouth and I melted at the taste of him, I
melted at the feel of him against my body, his arm lifted me up around the
waist and my legs wrapped around his hips. He bit my lip, licked it
afterwards, and then kissed me, waiting for an answer from me that never
came back. His words had paralyzed me, it was a moment in which I could
see the light at the end of the tunnel, I saw it clearly, but I also saw that to
get there I was going to have to overcome all kinds of obstacles, obstacles
that I was not sure if was going to be able to overcome. Nicholas then
pulled away from my mouth and set me down. "These last few days you
hadn't even touched me... I thought..." "I haven't touched you because if I
started I wouldn't be able to stop," he explained, resting his forehead against
mine. I wanted to give you space, I didn't want to push you to do anything
you didn't want... I was speechless. "I'm going to have a child with you,
Noah," he said, looking into my eyes, "and he's going to be with you, no
matter how long it takes me to show you that I'm not going anywhere." My
God... was he serious? Were his words true? I loved that man with all my
soul and I only wanted him to love me again as I loved him. "Let's go slow,
Nick," I said, and he sat up, smiling into my honey-colored eyes. "Better:
let's start from scratch," he decided.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 43 guys...
CHAPTER 43:NICK

CHAPTER 43
NICK
I helped her pick up and together we packed. As Noah paced the room, I
watched her covertly, entranced. I was aware that proving that my words
and intentions were true was not going to be a matter of sewing and singing,
especially after how I practically swore to him that we were not going to get
back together. But all that didn't matter to me, deep down in my heart I had
always wished that something would happen, that something would happen
and that the reason that forced me to return to her was justifiable enough so
as not to feel that I was deceiving myself. My biggest fear had always been
losing her, losing her completely. By cheating on me and separating us for
over a year, I believed that she had done the right thing. I didn't forgive
easily, and Noah was right about that: my own cancer-stricken mother was
still fighting for my forgiveness, and I was still fighting with myself to give
it to her. "Sorry," one word... and boy was it important. Noah was the
person to whom I had opened my heart almost completely, and now, after
knowing what it was like to lose that, knowing that there was an excuse that
I was going to join that woman for life had given me all the security that I
needed. from the beginning of our relationship he had lacked me. My words
had been true before we said goodbye the last time, or at least I believed
them to be true when I told them at the time. I truly believed that there was
nothing Noah could do to change my mind and now I realized that there
was something that could completely invalidate that statement. I had always
felt like the second option of many people. My father always preferred his
business to me, even now, after knowing the whole story he knew that he
loved his current wife more than he would ever love his first child; my
mother, well, my mother had left me to run off with a man, she put her own
vendetta against my father before the love she had supposedly felt for me...
and Noah... Noah was dealing with much bigger problems than mine and
As much as he tried to make me believe that he loved me madly, it always
made it easier for me to expect the worst, not fully believe it, and just pray
that everything turned out well. I was very aware that our problems and
insecurities had ended up leading us to the point where we were now and
after almost twenty-five years I finally found that something that I had
needed to be able to relax and believe that love was possible and that it was.
there was someone who was going to put me before anything. That child
who was on the way was my hope for unconditional love and the person
who gave it to me was nothing more and nothing less than the one who
wanted me to love him with all his heart. How could I not forgive her? How
could I not leave the past behind when she had just given me what I had
always needed, even if I didn't know it, since I saw her? I finally felt peace,
peace in my soul and peace in my mind. It was as if the storm that had
taken over my world suddenly dissipated, leaving in its place a radiant sun
that even blinded me. I guess that was what it felt like to truly forgive. An
infinite calm... an unconditional love. In his apartment I carried his suitcase
and watched nervously as he moved around, taking things out of boxes and
insisting on starting to put them on the shelves. When I saw her climbing on
a chair to get to a shelf I almost had a heart attack. I went there and took her
in her arms to lower her before her heart came out of her mouth.
"Fuck, Noah!" I exclaimed, depositing her on the ground and ripping off
what she had been trying to place up there. Today is the first day after
weeks in bed, can you take it easy -I'm just nervous and I can't keep still,
I'm sorry -she excused herself and separated from me as if my closeness
burned her. I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she crossed the
room until she was as far away from me as possible. "Are you sure you
don't want me to spend the night here?" I asked, hating having to leave her.
Now it was going to be very difficult for me to separate from her, damn it, I
wanted to take her to live with me, take care of her and give her what she
needed. Before she could answer my question, the apartment door opened
and Lion and Jenna walked in, both with beaming smiles on their faces and
holding a bunch of blue balloons. - he is a boy! I looked in surprise in
Noah's direction and she shrugged, smiling a second later. Jenna rushed
over to give her a hug and the balloons went flying until they hit the ceiling.
Lion came over to me with a small, light blue bear and held it out to me
with a real jerk smile. "Dad, huh," he said, and I felt a lump in my throat at
that word. God...he was going to be a father, I had better start getting used
to the idea. -We have to celebrate this! Jenna proposed, clapping her hands
together and pulling me into her arms a second later. If you don't choose me
as godmother, I'll tell your son all your miseries. He whispered in my ear, a
circumstance that I took advantage of to pull his hair. Where do you want to
go? We can go to dinner, or to a pub, or we can even get away for the
weekend. This deserves a celebration in style! It only took one look for me
to know that this was not what Noah wanted at that moment. The baby
thing hadn't been something we'd expected, and as much as I was happy to
have it, I knew Noah wanted to feel like everything was business as usual.
At last he could lead a normal life and the first thing he had said was that he
wanted to go back to class, work and go out. Not a mention of the child. He
didn't want to burden her too much with the subject, he knew her well
enough to know that sooner or later she was going to end up getting used to
the idea, but he was afraid that before that she would collapse. He only
hoped to be by her side when it happened. "We can go dancing," I
suggested swallowing all my desire to put Noah to bed and force her to stay
under the covers. Noah looked at me in surprise. As long as you take it
easy. Would you like a frank smile appeared on his lips and I felt my heart
stop beating for a moment. "It would be fun, yes," she said, happy for the
first time since we'd left the doctor's office. Jenna agreed to the proposition,
and as Lion and I went outside to wait for Noah to change his clothes, I
took out a cigarette and smoked for the first time since I'd found out he was
having a child. "How are you doing?" Lion inquired, watching me
surreptitiously. He also lit a cigarette. -I try to get used to the idea that in
about four months my life is going to change to never be the same again.
"And what about Noah? Are you back together?" she asked tactfully. I
stared at the apartment door. "I'm on it," I replied, and just then the girls
appeared. Noah had swapped out her jeans for a T-shirt-like dress, sheer
tights, and tall boots. He too had left his hair down and made up his lips and
eyes. I swear to God I have never seen her more beautiful in my life. My
desire to get her home and take her to bed grew almost as much as my
desire to make her have a great time that night. He came to me with doubt
on his face.
"Everything okay," I asked, containing the terrible desire to pull her towards
me and kiss her until she was breathless. She nodded without looking
directly into her eyes. She was aware that being right together was going to
take our time, but now more than ever I needed to claim her as mine. As I
put the car in gear I noticed Noah fidgeting in the seat. "What's going on?" I
asked, watching her out of the corner of my eye without taking my attention
off the road. Noah shook his head silently, but I could clearly see that
something was bothering her. "Noah, you can tell me. "Just... What are we
going to tell our parents? Is that what she's so worried about?" "Noah, don't
worry about what people will say, okay? together and when you're ready
we'll tell him about the baby. "My mother is going to have a heart attack,"
she said quietly, looking out the window. besides, we still don't know that
we're together... we have to see if she's going to turn out well. The best
thing will be not to tell them anything, at least for now, it's hardly
noticeable, right? unless you noticed: Noah was five months old. Our
parents were going to have to find out, and people wouldn't be long in
finding out either. I suddenly felt anxious about wanting to protect Noah
from any kind of gossip that would come out of that pregnancy. Facing the
gallery, I was still dating Sophia Aiken, so when word got out about Noah
there was going to be a scandal. He was going to have to prepare her to face
him. "I don't think we can drag this out much longer, but we'll only say it
when you're ready, okay?" Noah nodded and shortly after we arrived at the
club. The atmosphere was deafening and I asked them to open a booth for
us. Jenna wouldn't stop talking about the baby, what we would call it, where
we were going to live, what color we were going to paint her room... even I
started to get overwhelmed. Noah was trying to play along with his friend,
but even Lion seemed to sense that he was already crossing the line. Lion
and Jenna went dancing and Noah watched the crowd from a distance. At
one point, Jenna pulled her up onto the floor and they danced for a while. I
watched every one of Noah's movements, holding my breath, but I knew
something was wrong with him when he returned ten minutes later to sit
next to me. He wasn't having a good time. "Do you want to go? Are you
tired?" I asked with all the alarm bells ringing in my head. Noah forced a
smile and shook his head. We held out for another hour and finally I was the
one who insisted on leaving. I knew something was wrong with her and as
much as I tried to hide it with our friends, I thought I still knew her well
enough to realize her state of mind. We said goodbye to Jenna and Lion,
and went to get the car. We walked back to the apartment in silence. Inside I
couldn't take it anymore. I pulled her towards me and held her in my arms.
"Tell me what's bothering you." She tightened her arms around my back and
rested her cheek against my chest. "I don't think it was a good idea to go out
tonight," she commented without looking at me. That's not my place
anymore, is it? Parties, staying up late, college... I'm going to stop being
myself to become... I pulled her so I could look into her eyes. "You're not
going to become anything, Noah; Just because you're going to be a mother
doesn't mean you're going to change. She shook her head with a frown. She
seemed to be having an intractable head squabble. -No, that's not true. You
heard Jenna, she kept talking about the baby... People are only going to see
me as that now, as a mother. I'm not going to be the same girl as before and
it scares me because I haven't even discovered who I am. She didn't want
him to go that way, didn't want her to think that she was going to have to
give up anything. "I swear you're going to remain the same person I met
three years ago, Noah...the same person who drove me crazy just by
walking into my kitchen and giving me a poisonous look, the same person
who made me lose a Ferrari, The same person who played the game of
twenty questions with me, the same person who wanted to be a writer,
travel, open an animal shelter, learn to surf, the same person who swore to
kiss me every day until we couldn't do it anymore, the same person who
person who once told me I couldn't have children... You're going to be all of
that and more, Noah.
She shook her head and stepped out of my arms. "I know it's horrible to
think like that, I love this baby, I really do," she confessed with tears in her
eyes, "but I didn't want him now, do you understand? I don't even know
what I'm going to do tomorrow or what I'm going to do." .. Now I depend
on you, Nick, and as much as you insist on wanting to come back to me, I
can't pretend the last few months never existed... "Noah..." I started to say,
but he cut me off. This was not what I had planned for my life, this was not
what I wanted. I know it sounds very traditional but I wanted to be married,
have a house, financial security, a job, a life before deciding to start a
family. I don't have any of that, everything is uncertain, and I'm afraid to
bring this baby into the world and not be able to give him the best. "She'll
have the best, Noah, and so will you." I'm here, look at me, I'm not going
anywhere. How could I make her understand that my goal in life was going
to be to make her happy? touch the. She wanted him to calm down, she
wanted him to see the bright side of things. "I had to go," I replied,
becoming serious. This year and a half that we've been apart has changed
both of us, Noah, we couldn't go on at the point where it all ended, we
weren't good for each other at that point. I didn't make you happy and you
managed to hurt me more than anyone I've ever met. Noah seemed to stop
breathing. -It is not my intention to throw anything in your face, I just want
you to see things from another perspective. Fate has decided that we get
back together, that baby has returned you to me and I am happy for that.
And you are going to be too, Noah, that will be my mission. "And if this
time I'm the one who can't make you happy?" I shook my head and took her
face in my hands. -That's impossible... I kissed her on the lips, I needed her
more than ever, I wanted to make love to her slowly, to start again where we
left off, I needed to feel her skin against mine again, to hear the moans
coming from between her lips. lips, hearing her say my name over and
over... But I promised to go slow. "I should go," I commented separating my
mouth from his. Noah's cheeks were flushed and he was so fucking
adorable that it took all my strength to pull away from her. I'll call you
tomorrow, okay? I was affected by what I saw in her eyes and kissed her
again. When I pulled away from her I whispered in her ear. "If you want me
to stay, all you have to do is ask." Noah took a step back.
-I'm fine. I felt a stab of pain, but forced a smile. "Bye, freckles."

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 44 guys...
CHAPTER 44:NOAH

CHAPTER 44
NOAH
Despite the intense talk I'd had with Nick the night before and after so
many mixed emotions, like finding out I was having a baby and that it was
okay, I was able to sleep like I hadn't in months. I slept like a log, or like a
baby, never better said, but my awakening was not as pleasant as those
hours that I had remained almost unconscious. A cramp ran through my
entire body and a cold sweat dampened the nape of my neck and back. I
opened my eyes for a second and, out of the blue, I felt horrible retching
that made me run to the bathroom to vomit the little that I had taken to my
stomach the night before. God. I knelt in front of the toilet for a long time,
my forehead sticky and my legs shaky. When I had nothing else to put into
my mouth, I felt strong enough to jump into the shower and try to recover
from what had just been my first morning sickness. Wasn't that supposed to
happen early in pregnancy? Everything about my baby was turning out to
be different than anything I had ever read or assumed. Every woman is
different, yes it's okay, but, damn...she thought she had freed me of that.
That day I was going to have to go to class, I could no longer miss it, and I
was also going to have to go back to work. The exams were over and now
more than ever he needed the money. When I left LRB, Simon had offered
me a job at his old company and I told him I would think about it. Now that
he was able to do it again, he had called him and told me that he could start
on Monday, that is, that same day. She was terrified to admit that she was
pregnant, but she was not going to be able to hide it anymore. I dressed in a
flared skirt and a black sweater, since I didn't want to go through the bad
taste of seeing how the jeans didn't fit me. I went out to the street with a
ferocious hunger, the nausea had disappeared and the only thing I wanted to
do was put everything that contained the word tea in my stomach: pancakes,
tofu, tea, cake, tiramisu, tacos, noodles... I was so concentrated in those
thoughts I almost didn't see who was waiting for me leaning against a black
Mercedes. "Good morning, freckles," she greeted me, leaving the car and
coming to meet me. Before he could assimilate his presence, he had already
given me a chaste kiss on the lips. Have breakfast with me?" she asked a
second later. I nodded almost out of inertia, and ten minutes later we were
sitting in a fancy downtown cafeteria. "How are you feeling?" he asked as I
ate a plate of pancakes with maple syrup and freshly squeezed orange juice.
"After nearly taking out every last liver. Pretty good." Nick stared at me,
puzzled. "Have you vomited? Why didn't you call me, Noah?" he scolded
me, between angry and worried. I rolled my eyes. "Believe me...you
wouldn't have wanted to be there; Besides, I'm pretty sure it's going to be a
lot of repeats from now on and I can't call you every time something normal
like morning sickness happens, Nick. Just relax. He didn't seem very
convinced by my explanation, but he gave me an amused look as he ate like
a hungry seal. "Are you going to work after class?" I nodded as I finished
my plate and turned to pay her some attention. Damn, how handsome he
was! How had I not realized until then? I suppose that a different type of
hunger had climbed up my list of priorities until it reached the first place.
Trading Nick for pancakes... gosh, I should be horrified! "There's nothing I
can do to convince you to come back to work for me, is there?" I put my
fork down and gave him a serious look. "I swore to myself that I would
never mix you with work again, Nicholas. He nodded, immersed in his
thoughts, and I was surprised to see that he didn't get angry, but rather
accepted what he told him. "Do you mind if I pick you up at the exit?" I
hesitated for a few moments. "You don't have to babysit me, Nick, I can
take the car and stuff. He ignored my complaints. "I want to do it," he said
seriously. He wasn't going to argue about it, so I asked him to pick me up at
seven. When he dropped me off on campus he went to kiss me on the lips,
but as if by reflex I turned my face and his lips lightly touched my cheek. I
got out before he could tell me anything. I still had a hard time pretending
nothing had happened in the past, and I wanted to go slowly. If there was
one thing I knew about Nicholas Leister's kisses, it was that they could be
addictive... and I wasn't in for that kind of addiction.
It was strange to go back to the routine. No one seemed to notice anything,
and soon I was able to pretend everything was really the same. It was like
living on a white lie. I chatted with my classmates, I explained to the
teachers that I had been sick and when I got to work I barely remembered
that I was pregnant. The company was small and I realized that my role
there was going to be almost identical to the one I played at LRB; besides,
the people turned out to be lovely. I loved feeling like myself again, just
Noah and not a Kinder egg in the process of making the surprise. On the
way out I found myself quite tired, a feeling that I had noticed now that I
was no longer in bed all day; My energy seemed to have halved, so when I
saw Nick waiting for me I was glad I didn't have to drive home myself.
"How was your return?" he asked me, already in the car. "Very stimulating.
Nobody has noticed anything. Okay, so I'd sounded too happy about that
fact, but I ignored Nick's frown. There was silence, and a few minutes later
Nick broke it to tell me something that instantly put me on edge. "I'm going
to leave New York, I'm going to sell the apartment and move here with you.
"What?" I said looking at him incredulously. Nicholas had his life there, his
job, his future, everything... "Isn't that right?" he asked me completely lost
as he reached out to cup my chin so he could look at me. I turned my face
for him to release me. "You shouldn't make that decision so quickly. You
think that everything is resolved, that we can get back together as if nothing
had happened, but the reality is that last time we destroyed each other. What
makes you think we're now ready to start over? "We're going to have a
child, Noah," he replied, mimicking my tone. "That's not a good enough
reason for you to leave your life." You're forcing things, and that's not how I
want to deal with us. Nicholas shook his head and cursed under his breath.
"I'm willing to try again, I know it's going to work...I don't know what the
hell you want from me, I thought you'd be glad, I'm doing everything I'm
supposed to do." "Exactly, you said it: you're doing everything you're
supposed to do, not what you want to do." "I want to be with you," he
replied angrily. I shook my head. We had already reached my apartment. -
Well, I don't think that's true, I think you do it because it's the right thing to
do. I got out of the car, intending to go into my apartment, but Nicholas
stopped me. "Why do you have to complicate things? We're going to have a
child, we finally have a reason to come back, and instead of accepting it
you..." "I begged you to come back with me and you said no," I cut him off.
I'm glad our baby is going to have us both and I'm sure you're going to be
the best father in the world, but right now that's all you're going to be,
Nicholas. -You know perfectly well that I am not going to accept what you
are saying. I looked into his eyes and knew that his words were true. But I
did it for him, he was never fully happy with me, we hurt each other a lot. I
didn't want to start a toxic relationship again just based on the fact that we
were going to be parents.
-I asked you for time, I told you that I want to go slowly, I want to focus
on this baby... Ours can wait, I don't want you to rush making decisions that
you may regret for the rest of your life. "Fuck, Noah!" Why don't you
believe me when I tell you that I want to get back with you -Because you
haven't told me "I love you" yet! I yelled finally letting go. Silence fell
between the two. Nick looked into my eyes, and I saw anger and pain in his.
He hadn't forgiven me, not yet. And he knew it. "The last time I told you I
loved you, you broke my heart. I swore to myself never to say those words
again, but that doesn't mean I don't want to spend the rest of my life with
you and that baby. I held back the tears as best I could and spoke again. "It
doesn't work like that, Nick," I said. He goes back to work, he goes back to
New York because the bubble we've been living in these last few days has
just burst. I didn't wait for him to reply. I went into my apartment and he
didn't come after me. As much as it would have hurt to take Nick away
from me, I knew it was the right thing to do. He had to clarify how he felt
about me and I had to consider whether getting back together with him was
the best thing for both of us. I didn't want to end badly, I really didn't, I
didn't want to create problems for him, but for Nicholas it was all or
nothing, and right now I couldn't wipe the slate clean, I didn't feel safe,
especially if he wasn't ready to love me. Attraction was one thing, sex was
easy, we'd never had a problem with that, the hard part was that we didn't
know how to love each other, we didn't know how to respect each other and
we couldn't start over if Nicholas was afraid of opening his heart to me
again. Despite the argument that day, the next morning he was back in front
of my apartment, waiting for me. He had two paper cups in his hand but he
looked at me seriously when I went down the steps and approached him.
"Hello," he greeted me briefly. "Hello," I replied, taking the glass he held
out to me. Hot chocolate... My son was going to be addicted to sugar. -I'm
leaving in three hours, I've come to say goodbye. No matter how much I
had told him to go away, his words hurt me like stab wounds. I looked
down, trying to hide the sadness in my eyes, but he caught my chin and
forced me to look at him. "I'm doing this for you," he said, stroking my
cheekbone with his thumb. If I've learned anything from all this time apart
and what ended up destroying us, it's that I can't force you to do anything
you don't want to do or anything you're not prepared for. I bit my lip hard.
"So I'm going to go and I'm going to call you every day." We'll start talking,
we'll make plans, you'll tell me about your concerns and I'll talk about mine,
we'll talk about how we're going to raise that baby, we'll think of names,
we'll talk about the future because, Noah, I love you, I love you, and I'm
going to love you all the time. life. My heart stopped for a few moments
without believing what I was hearing. -If I hadn't told you before, it's
because I believe that love shouldn't be expressed in words, I believed that
everything I was willing to do would be enough and, in reality, deep down
in your heart you know that it is so, but You're scared to death of letting me
in again. I understand. That's why I'm leaving. I'll be here for the doctor's
check-ups and I'll be back whenever you need me. Let's take it easy for the
next few months, but, Noah, I'm going to be a part of that baby's life. I'm
going back to New York to put everything in order and the next step will be
to move to Los Angeles again. Did you understand me? I had run out of
words. Nick took the paper cup out of my hand and placed it next to his on
top of the car. Then he pulled me and wrapped me in his arms. I felt his lips
on the crown of my head and the wild beating of his heart. "I'm going to ask
you something before I go..." he announced to me. Two things actually," he
added calmly. I waited for it to be explained. He turned his back on me and
went to get something from his briefcase. When he came towards me he
had a card in his right hand, a card he handed me a second later: it was a
black American Express. "I want you to use it," he said simply. I didn't even
touch her. -No. Nicholas sighed in frustration. -It's an extension of mine, I
want you to use it to buy what you need. And I'm not suggesting that, Noah,
I'm not going to budge on this. I crossed my arms, suddenly dizzy. "I told
you I don't want you supporting me, Nicholas. Nick glared at me with his
clear eyes. "Why the hell are you so stubborn? What if it was the other way
around? If you were the one with more money than me and I had to take
care of bringing our baby into the world, wouldn't you give me everything,
Noah?" I bit my lip. Yes of course. "Let's do something," he proposed,
putting his forehead against mine. Since I know you're not going to use the
card for yourself, at least use it on our baby, ok Anything you need to buy...
please pay with the card.
Well...I could do that, couldn't I? After all, Nick was his father, I wasn't
going to deprive my baby of the comforts of being born to a father who
owns a black American Express at only twenty-five. I ended up grudgingly
agreeing and he seemed much calmer. "What was the second thing you
wanted to ask me for?" I asked. "I want Steve to stay with you while I'm not
here." I opened my eyes like plates. -That! No! I don't need a babysitter,
Nicholas! I don't want Steve trailing me all day. That's ridiculous! "Well, his
job is just to watch your back, love." I looked at him with sparks in my
eyes. "Why? Why the hell do you want to put a bodyguard on me?" Nick
looked at me seriously. -Because, first: that's going to make me not go crazy
being in New York. Second: you're pregnant and alone, which means that
anything can happen to you and if it did happen I couldn't ever forgive
myself. I shook my head, but I knew nothing I said was going to change his
mind. "Okay," I agreed, giving up. Nick looked at me with an emotion I
couldn't quite place. "Leaving you here is the hardest thing I'm ever going
to do, Noah. I didn't want him to go, but we needed to get this right, we
couldn't mess with him again, not anymore, not with what was at stake. He
hugged me tight. He kissed the tip of my nose and then gently caressed my
belly. "Take care of this baby. I nodded and stepped away for her to get in
the car. I panicked when I saw that he really was leaving, but in the bottom
of my heart I knew that it was what we had to do. That week everything
seemed to return to normal. I went back to college and continued to keep
my pregnancy hidden; yes, not a single day was missing in which Nick did
not send me a bouquet of flowers and a tray with the full breakfast. I even
made friends with the delivery man. On the tray came food for a regiment:
coffee, tea, muffins, croissants, pancakes, chocolate, eggs, toast... and
everything always arrived warm and ready to eat. "You're crazy, you know
that," I said on the seventh day of his departure. We talked every day, about
twice a day, even more. Whenever he had a gap he would call me and
whenever I had a break he would try it with him. I understood that it was
easier to wait for him to call, because let's be honest, he had a more difficult
time getting away than me. While he held the phone between my shoulder
and my ear, he refilled one of the few empty glass vases I still had left so I
could put the giant bouquet of blue roses he had sent me. "It's a good way to
make sure you're fed," he justified himself as he listened as he typed on the
other end of the line. I rolled my eyes... the food thing hadn't been a
problem. I was hungry all the time, and it wasn't normal hunger, no, I was
craving things like banana with bread and butter or peanut butter with
spaghetti. I swear, he was losing his mind or his sense of taste... I don't
know, but those things seemed like delicacies to me. "How was the mix of
oranges with chili," he asked me in an amused tone. "Pretty interesting, I'll
make it for you some day," I answered, sitting on the chair and placing my
legs on the table. I sighed tiredly and caressed my tummy absently. He told
me that he was leaving everything tied up so he could move to Los Angeles
as soon as possible and that it was taking longer than he had originally
thought. He was going to have to hire someone to replace him and he didn't
trust anyone to take his place. I told him how the classes were going; Soon
it would be summer vacation and now we were all focused on work and
starting to prepare for final exams, although there were still a couple of
months left. I was due in August, so I was going to have extra weeks to take
care of Mini Yo before considering what to do with work and university. It
made me a little sad to think about leaving the race, but after thinking about
it I realized that it was the right thing to do. "You don't have to leave her,
Noah," Nick told me when I brought up my decision. It's ridiculous, many
women who study have children, there are nurseries and I'll be there to help
you...
-I don't want my son to be raised by a nanny, I don't want to do things
wrong, I'm afraid that if I continue studying and taking care of the baby, in
the end I won't do either of the two things well; besides, you hardly have
time to call me on the phone, you will not be able to stay at home taking
care of a baby. "My baby," she corrected, and a smile tugged at my lips.
You forget a little detail: I'm the boss, I can do whatever I want. "Yes," I
asked ironically. Tell me then, can you be here for the next visit to the
gynecologist? There was silence on the other end of the line. -I'm not
judging you, I understand, you're going to have to work and I'm going to
have to take care of him... We'll see how I do it to continue with my degree,
I could study at a distance... It's not something that excited me, I I liked
college, I liked going out with my friends and going to classes, but I
couldn't have it all and I couldn't see myself leaving my baby with anyone
other than me. "Noah, mine is temporary," he said, interrupting my
musings. Now everything is topsy-turvy but as soon as I fix everything
here, I'll be all yours. We hadn't talked about ourselves, although in the
conversations we had we always included each other in each other's plans. I
liked that, but at the same time I was terrified of ruining what we were
building. That's why I didn't insist when he told me that he wasn't going to
be able to come back at the moment. What I did not expect was to see it
ahead of time and on the four o'clock news. When I heard his name on TV I
turned up the volume and listened worriedly. "Former Leister Enterprises
employees stand in front of the new LRB building demanding their jobs
back." The person breaking the news was a reporter I had seen a few times
on the BBC. The images showed the entrance to the building where he used
to work full of people with banners. The police had cordoned off the area,
and yet the former employees had no intention of leaving. «A little over a
year ago, the eldest son of the prestigious lawyer William Leister inherited
the empire that Andrew James Leister had built with years and years of
effort, turning Leister Enterprises into one of the most prosperous and
recognized companies in the country. There were not a few who considered
it madness to hand over such responsibility to a young man who has barely
reached enough age to know what a company is.» I turned up the volume
and glared at the TV screen. "Leister's first action was to close two large
companies, companies that his grandfather built practically from nothing,
and lay off more than five hundred employees, leaving them unemployed
with the ambitious plan to open a new company that remains to be seen if it
will be profitable. or it will become the first failure in the history of the
Leister family. Today those people who were unfairly fired have posted
themselves at the doors of LRB to demand their jobs back..." That was
ridiculous. She knew that Nicholas would be working at that hour, but she
needed to talk to him. She answered on the third ring. "Are you okay," he
said by way of greeting, concerned. -Yes, I'm perfectly fine, but you don't
seem to. You're on the news... What happened? When were you going to
tell me about this, Nicholas? I couldn't believe he was having problems and
hadn't told me. "It's not something you have to worry about. I let out a bitter
laugh. -That I don't have to worry, they're disemboweling you! "That's what
the press does, take a bunch of lies and turn them into news." "But... what
about the employees and what they say about LRB..." He felt a bitter
sensation in his chest. I didn't want to hear those horrible things from Nick,
they hurt me more than if they were saying them to me. Nick sighed on the
other end of the line.
-I had to fire those people because in a period of four years from now those
two companies would have gone bankrupt. They were not well managed,
they hardly generated profits. If I closed them now, with the money from
their settlement I could start a new business and rehire the people I fired,
but that takes time. -You dont have to explain to me. I know you didn't do it
for fun. "This business involves making tough decisions, decisions that
suck. "You're doing great, Nicholas, these people have no idea. She was
silent for a few moments. -Leister Enterprises has never been as profitable
as now, my intention is to open another LRB branch within a year. That
would mean rehiring nearly seventy percent of the former employees.He
knew Nicholas would never fire that many without having an ace up his
sleeve. He hated to think that these people criticized him when he had a
plan in place to make things better. "And what are you going to do now?" I
asked, fearing that this would prolong his stay there much longer than he
had anticipated. "Let my lawyers continue to do their jobs." I told you, don't
worry about this. "Okay..." The talks dragged on for another three weeks
and things started to get complicated. First of all the calls had started to
escalate as we realized that being apart and talking every day was getting
harder than not having spoken to each other in almost a year. I understood
that he needed it with me and that as the baby grew bigger I wanted to beg
him to come back. "I need to touch you, Noah," he confessed to me one
night. It's been so long that I no longer remember what it's like to be inside
you. "Nicholas..." "I shouldn't have left, I should have been selfish, selfish
who would have made love to you every bloody morning in that miniature
apartment you're so proud of. I smiled at his outburst and felt the heat
caused by his words run through me from head to toe. "I hope no one is
hearing you say that," I commented nervously. -I'm in my apartment, in my
room, in the same bed where you undressed to drive me completely crazy,
do you remember? I squeezed my eyes shut, yes, of course I remembered,
Nicholas between my legs, kissing me, licking me, making me his a very
dirty and very unhealthy form. We had been emotionally devastated back
then but I wouldn't trade this moment for anything... "Come back, Nick," I
said then causing silence on the other end of the line. "What?" I smiled up
at the ceiling, nervously with the phone pressed to my ear. -Come back with
me. "Are you serious?" "I really want to try, I want you with me every day,
I want to kiss you and hold me, Nicholas, I want you to come back and
Mini Me wants it too." She laughed on the other end of the line. "I'll catch a
flight as soon as I can and I'll do whatever is going through that little head
of yours." I covered my face with one hand as I tried to hide my joy and
embarrassment. Yes, things were going through my head, yes. -And
speaking of Mini Me... I've thought of a name. "What? Really?" That totally
caught me by surprise. Had you thought of a name yet? Mini Me, I mean
mini-Nick, I was already going to have a first and last name? I
unconsciously touched my belly. -Yes, I'll tell you as soon as I see you,
although if you don't like it we'll think of another one together. I'm sure you
already have several in your head... I blushed realizing that I hadn't thought
about it once. At the end we said goodbye with a "I love you" and with the
promise to see each other again. The reunion would be special, because we
were finally going to be on the same wavelength... I was dying to kiss him,
to accept all that he wanted to do with me, all the things he wanted to give
me, that future that looked so good before my eyes. I was finally ready to
start from scratch.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._)
Be ready for chapter 45 guys...
CHAPTER 45:NICK

CHAPTER 45
NICK
I was having a lot of problems in the company. We had received
complaints about the layoffs, demonstrations had also started to take place
at the New York headquarters, and the last thing I could do now was say I
was leaving. I hadn't wanted to tell Noah what was happening because I
didn't want him to worry, but I was afraid my return to LA would be put off
longer than either of us wanted. Being away from her right now was costing
me more than anything. It drove Steve crazy, calling several times to ask if
Noah had eaten, how he had seen her in the morning, what he looked like to
her... he was obsessed with something happening to her. I was terrified of
the press finding out she was pregnant and waking up every damn night
with a recurring nightmare of Noah losing the baby and dying in childbirth.
I needed to see her, touch her, feel my son, and make sure everything was
okay. I knew Noah was going to ask me back soon, I knew I just needed to
give him time and now that he had asked me to come back he had meetings
he couldn't cancel every damn day. Noah was already six months old, he
hadn't sent me photos but Steve had told me that he was already showing.
He had told me that he had noticed her nervous and knew that he feared the
reaction of the people and that of our parents. World War III was going to
break out when we told him, but I couldn't care less. I was finally happy
after a long time. I wanted that girl more than anything in the world and I
would love that baby with all my heart.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 46 guys...
CHAPTER 46:NOAH

CHAPTER 46
NOAH
She needed Nick back, the baby was getting bigger and it showed. She
didn't insist because she knew that if he wasn't here already, it was because
he really couldn't travel. I had no doubt that Nick wanted to be here with me
even more than I did, and it made me very nervous. My mother had already
called me twice asking me to come visit her or even told me that she would
come by to pick me up and go to lunch. I told her that she was in the middle
of her exams, that I would go see her as soon as she could, but she knew me
well enough to find me weird on the phone. "There's something you're
hiding from me, Noah, but it's okay, we'll talk when we see each other," she
told me the following Wednesday. Steve was the only one besides Lion and
Jenna who knew what was going on. I didn't tell him, but it only took
seeing how he treated me to see that he was aware of everything. I suppose
he knew about all the calico: Nick must have informed him. Three and a
half weeks after Nick left I had a big problem when I opened my closet and
saw that almost nothing was right for me anymore. There was no hiding it
anymore, I was in such a panic that I called Nicholas not caring if he was in
a meeting or busy. He picked it up on the first ring. "You have to go back,
Nicholas," I asked, trying to hold back the tears. I can't hide it anymore...
I'm fat! My clothes don't fit, people have already started to look at me
weird... You have to go back! We have to think about how we are going to
tell our parents! He was having a full-blown anxiety attack, one of those
insane attacks that hit me from time to time. "Excuse me a minute," he said
to someone who wasn't me. Calm down, you freckles," he added a second
later. "I can't calm down!" I screamed horrified. The room was a mess,
clothes thrown everywhere. My underwear didn't even fit me anymore, I
looked horrible and on top of that I was afraid that Nicholas, seeing me,
would be shocked by how my body had changed in just a few weeks... -. I
can't do this... I need to see you, I need you to give me a hug and tell me
that everything is going to be alright, I need... "I just sent you a plane ticket
by email," he informed me then in a calm tone. and serene, the complete
opposite of mine. -What -I also need to see you, I can't travel this weekend
and that's why I bought you a ticket so that you can come and see me. I was
thinking of calling you tonight and telling you, but since you're having a
full-blown anxiety attack, I better surprise you now. I let out all the air I was
holding and dropped onto the sofa in the corner of the room. "Am I going to
see you this weekend," I asked suddenly excited. The last flashes of anxiety
ended up disappearing like waves on the seashore. -Yes love. Do you think
you can last without going crazy for two more days? I rolled my eyes and
growled angrily. "If you were becoming a planet of your own, you'd be in a
bad mood too, voila," I replied, trying to sound angry, but not nearly
succeeding. I was finally going to feel her arms around me and her lips on
mine! Did you hear, little one, I thought, stroking my tummy. Let's go see
daddy!"
Since I couldn't fly to New York with an oversized Ramones sweatshirt as
my only outfit, I had to give in to Jenna's insistence and go shopping for
some maternity clothes. I hated that word: "maternity"... It sounded
horrible, I felt like a "precooked" dish or something. -You'll see how we
find something youthful and that suits you. Luckily you are one of those
girls who only gain weight from the belly; If I look at you from behind, I
wouldn't think you're pregnant by far. "Great, Jenna, that's what I'll tell
people from now on: talk to the back of my neck." She was a bit grumpy,
but Jenn patiently and cheerfully put up with it, which stressed me out even
more. She tried to drag me to a couture store and I flatly refused. I ended up
in GAP, where if she veered a bit to the right she would bump me into
ordinary women's clothing, which was a huge mental relief. For some
inexplicable reason maternity clothes were three times as expensive as
regular clothes and I was horrified to realize I was going to have to use
Nick's card. I hadn't opened it yet and I hated having to do it to buy stupid
clothes. I went directly to the sports area: I took a pair of leggings and three
hoodies. Jenna, for her part, dedicated herself to forming sets with three
pants and two shirts and she also chose for me a gray dress fitted to the
body. "Where are you going with that?" I said horrified. The idea is to hide
it, not show it to the world. Jenna glared at me. -Stop hiding my godson, do
you want her words hit me for some reason that took me a long time to
understand. The baby shifted restlessly inside me. Now she could tell when
he was asleep and when he wasn't. I had also learned that if I ate sugar his
little legs would start dancing inside me, as if he would go crazy with joy...
I had hated not being with Nick so he could feel his first kicks, it had been
amazing and that's why I needed him back. She was missing out on
everything. She didn't want to hide it...not anymore, at least. On Friday
afternoon I took the direct flight Los Angeles-New York. Nick had reserved
me a seat in first class, which I was grateful for in a way I never thought he
would. If I got nauseous, he preferred to vomit in a bathroom that only a
few passengers could access. Because yes, I didn't have morning sickness,
no, I had nausea at any time of the day. Another thing to add to the list of a
totally unusual pregnancy. It took about five and a half hours to get to New
York, and I slept pretty much the whole way. I arrived at about nine o'clock
at night. Listening to Jenna, I had gotten a little prettier, since I decided on a
tight gray dress, a black coat and my favorite Adidas. She was comfortable
and my little belly was marked as saying to the world: "Here I am!". People
looked at me differently, there is a strange energy when you are pregnant, it
is as if you were a little time bomb that people look at with excitement,
nervousness and admiration. It was the first time I was walking down the
street as an official pregnant woman, I don't know if I understand what I
mean, and I liked the feeling. Steve had been sitting next to me, a man of
few words whom I caught reading Pablo Escobar's biography. I didn't make
any kind of comment, but I laughed without being seen. Nick would meet
me at the airport and we'd go straight to his apartment for dinner. God, I
was so nervous, I wanted to see him so much... We had said many things to
each other, including many that I didn't even dare say out loud and I was
dying to feel part of him again, part of his life. As I had not checked in
luggage, when we got off the plane we were able to go directly to the exit
gate. Steve was carrying my little suitcase. It's not like he couldn't handle
her or anything, but he got so annoying that I finally gave in and let him
help me. My steps were getting bigger and bigger... I wanted to see him, I
wanted to get there at once, to feel whole again. Getting to the exit seemed
eternal. When we finally walked through the door, I saw him: there he was,
with a bouquet of red roses in his hands, waiting for me. He was dressed in
jeans and a navy blue V-neck sweater. He stood out from the crowd, in
addition to the flowers, because of his unruly hair and his light blue eyes,
which shone like two lanterns at sunset on a beautiful summer day.
We smile at each other as if liquid happiness had just been injected into our
veins. My heart swelled so much that I thought it would not fit in my chest.
And then... as if it were a horror movie: it happened. I don't know if you
have ever experienced something traumatic, an event that marks you
forever. Something that happens completely in slow motion before your
eyes and where your brain registers each and every one of the details that
you would pay to be able to forget. I saw it all... and I still remember every
damn detail of those fifteen seconds where I thought I was dying. I
remember the scream getting stuck in my throat. I also remember that my
legs became paralyzed and that I couldn't do anything to start running. The
roar of the first shot burst the bubble of happiness in which we were. It left
me rooted to the spot; Nick, on the other hand, collapsed: he had received
the bullet impact in the back, treacherously. I can still see the shocked look
on Nick's face as he looked down and watched the bloodstain spread onto
his clothes and the ground under his feet. The second shot came just as fast
as the first. I saw the pain on his face, and my heart stopped... literally
stopped. And then everything happened very fast. Someone hit me from
behind and I fell to the ground and came to. Everything had been quiet so
far, the hubbub of the airport, of the people walking around me had faded to
let me hear only the noise of the gun being fired. "Don't move, Noah!"
Steve yelled into my ear, waking me from my lethargy, my damned state of
shock. I saw, this time at normal speed, how four policemen knocked this
man down and how people ran from here to there, completely horrified. My
eyes could only focus on the person who was just like me, against the
ground, his eyes open, life slipping through his fingers. "Nicholas!

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 47 guys...
CHAPTER 47:NICK

CHAPTER 47
NICK
I guess what they say about when you're about to die your whole life
flashes before your eyes like a slide show is true... though not technically. I
only saw one thing: Noah. That Noah was my life was not something I had
to consider, it was, as simple as that. The images that passed before my eyes
were not the best moments of my life, but those of our life, and not the life
we had shared until then, no. I did not see those moments full of ups and
downs, nor the breakup, nor the cheating, nor the fights..., but quite the
opposite: I saw my life with her. I saw us together walking on the beach, I
saw us celebrating our son's birthday, I saw her, beautiful and radiant,
waiting for me every night in bed to shower me with kisses and attention. I
saw her getting pregnant again, and on this occasion being more prepared
than ever, without surprises, without fear or insecurities. I saw her with me
in the kitchen, arguing and then kissing us right there on the counter. I saw
her crying, laughing, suffering and growing. I saw her life before my eyes,
her life with me... and she enchanted me. And then I asked myself: «Why
am I seeing this? Why do I feel that they are letting me see what I will
never get to have». I felt a hole in my chest, an emptiness go all over me...
No. No way. It wasn't my time yet.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 48 guys...
CHAPTER 48:NOAH

CHAPTER 48
NOAH
I don't know how to explain the minutes that preceded the shooting, but I
can confidently state that they were the worst of my life. I keep them
blurred in my mind, but at the same time as clear as if I were seeing them
on the screen of a state-of-the-art TV. The ambulance, I was later told,
arrived at the airport in no time. It seemed to me like hours, endless hours
as my hands pressed against the wound on Nick's ribs. Steve, for his part,
was also pressing the bullet hole that had hit him in his left arm, destroying
it. There was a pool of blood around him and I could only wonder how fast
our bodies create blood, and if that speed would be enough to make up for
the losses Nick was suffering. I didn't pass out. I believe that God helped
me to stay whole, at least until the health personnel could take care of the
situation. When the ambulance arrived I stood, watching, my hands
separated from my body and my mind totally blank. I wasn't even able to
ask to be allowed to accompany him. Nick left alone, near death, and I
stood there watching him go. I remember when I stopped hearing the noise
of the ambulance I looked down at my bloodstained hands, and then I
faltered. The sobs nearly took my breath away and I began to hiccup
uncontrollably. Hands grabbed me before my knees buckled and I
crumpled. "Take a deep breath, Noah, please," Steve said, carrying me out
of there, away from the horrified people who were watching the scene as if
I were part of some horrible CSI episode. He put me in a taxi and we left in
the direction of the hospital. As the minutes passed, the worse I felt. "Why
did he go alone? Why didn't you go with him? Why didn't we both go?" the
light. The drive from the airport to the nearest emergency hospital was
thirteen minutes, twenty-five if there was traffic. We took twenty counted.
When we arrived I went to get out of the car, I wanted to run away and be
told that Nicholas was okay, I just wanted to see him, I needed to see him,
the image I had of him in my head was killing me, but I guess it was all too
much. It was putting a foot on the ground and everything began to spin, I
began to see black spots everywhere. Steve led me to an area where they sat
me down and brought me water. A doctor came up to me and began to take
my pulse. "Miss Morgan, I need you to calm down," she said, glancing at
her watch. Ross, call 911 and ask about that boy. I looked at this Ross guy
like my life depended on it. While he was talking to someone asking about
Nick, a horrible pain forced me to grip my stomach tightly. "What's going
on?" The doctor turned to me, worried. "She's having contractions," he
replied. He has to calm down, they are due to stress. Before I could say
anything, this Ross guy walked up to us. "Nicholas Leister is in surgery for
two gunshot wounds. He is stable within gravity, they are going to operate
on his lung and left arm. -Holy God! I exclaimed covering my mouth with
my hand. What are they going to do to him? What do you mean he's stable
within gravity? Call again and have them explain what's going on! The
doctor looked at my chart again. "Is she married to Mr. Leister?" Only a
direct relative can... -He is the father of my child! I yelled desperately. It
didn't help, they didn't tell me anything else. Steve called William and my
mom, and the two of them went straight to the airport to wait for the first
plane they could catch. I had to stay there, without news. I could only do
one thing: pray.
An hour later, the longest hour of my life, the contractions stopped and
everything seemed to be back to normal regarding the baby. My mother
called me on the phone, they were hysterical. William had managed to talk
to one of his doctors. I learned from him that Nick had a traumatic
pneumothorax and a tear in his left arm. He was in serious condition and
they feared that he would go into shock from all the blood he had lost until
the ambulance arrived. I got the information, hung up, and just sat there, not
moving. Nick couldn't die... he couldn't do it. We had to start a life together,
we had to finish what we had started. After everything we'd been through
they couldn't take it from me. It didn't take long for what happened to be on
the news. Steve went to turn off the TV but I told him not to. The one who
tried to kill him was called Dawson J. Lincoln, he was forty-five years old
and a former Leister Enterprises worker, he had been fired, he couldn't get
another job and that led him to try to kill Nick. «Nicholas Leister is
undergoing emergency surgery for two gunshot wounds, while his assailant
is questioned at the New York police station. Everything indicates that it
was a premeditated act, since the attacker seemed to know where and at
what exact time Leister would be at the time of attempting his life. »In
recent months, the young lawyer, heir to one of the most recognized
corporations in the country, had been severely beaten by the press and his
former employees due to the hundreds of layoffs he had to carry out in the
last year. Even though the two companies he closed were on the verge of
bankruptcy..." I stopped listening as soon as the subject turned away from
the attacker. That rubbish about Nicholas again. I didn't want to hear any of
that. They had tried to kill him! Nick! I ran my hands over my face, I
needed to know that I was okay, I needed to talk to the doctor. I didn't move
from the waiting room for the next three hours, just got up to go to the
bathroom and get a drink of water. That place was horrible, there were
people crying, waiting to hear from their loved ones just like us. The
hospital smell had always made me sick and now more than ever. The only
thing that happened differently during those three hours was the appearance
of two men in suits, tall and strong like Steve, who talked to him for a few
minutes before crossing the room, serious, and standing by the doors of the
conference room. wait. I didn't pay much attention to them, but I did almost
jump to my feet as two surgeons walked through those same doors and
approached me. "Are you related to Nicholas Leister?" "I'm his girlfriend,"
I answered, controlling the tremor in my voice. The surgeon who had short
curly hair was the one who decided to speak. -I can only tell you that he is
stable, but that the next few hours will be crucial. He has lost a lot of blood,
and we have had to repair a lot of internal damage caused by the bullet that
pierced his lung.
I nodded biting my lip hard, trying to stay whole. "Is she going to be okay?"
I asked with a shaky voice. -He's young and strong, we'll keep an eye on
him at all times. That was not an answer to my question. "May I see him," I
said, pleading with my eyes. They both shook their heads, although they
looked at me sadly. "Immediate family only, sorry." Steve then put his arm
around my shoulders, pulling me towards him. "He's going to be fine,
Noah," he whispered in my ear as I clung to his shirt tightly unable to help
but cry silently. The phone began to ring, I wiped my tears and answered. It
was my mother, they had booked a flight, a friend of William's had lent
them a private plane, and they would be in New York in five hours. I felt a
huge relief in my chest to know that I was going to have my family there
with me, that William would be able to find out more about Nick's
condition... but then I realized that if they came here, if they saw me... It
was time to bring everything to light... and as I feared, I was going to have
to do it alone. Since I didn't want to move from there all night, Steve made
sure that they brought me my suitcase and something for dinner. I wasn't
hungry, but I ate noodle soup just so I wouldn't have to listen to him nudge
me one more time. With my things at my disposal, I went to the bathroom
and changed my clothes. Once again back to the wide and big clothes,
clothes that hide my belly at least so that my mother does not have a heart
attack as soon as she sees me. She was going to tell him, it was obvious she
was going to, but she had to find the right moment. She didn't want to divert
attention from what really mattered at the moment: Nick. So six hours later,
six hours when I could barely sleep a sleep and my back and neck and belly
ached as if I'd been beaten, my mother and William walked through the
waiting room doors. I couldn't help it, I ran into my mother's arms, she
needed her as much or more than at any time in my life. She held me tight
and stroked her hair with her long fingers. My fledgling belly was between
us, but she didn't seem to notice. The fright that she must have had in her
body, like everyone else, did not let her see beyond what was essential. I
explained what had happened, and Will went straight to talk to the doctors.
They did not let him in, but they told him that in the morning there was
going to be a visiting shift. There had been no change in his condition,
neither for better nor for worse; For now he was stable and, according to the
doctors, that was a good sign. We didn't have much time to talk, two
policemen showed up shortly after they arrived and took a statement from
me and Steve. I told them everything I saw with goosebumps and fear in my
body. I was never going to forget the roar of those two shots. Never. When
visiting hours came, only William was able to come in. I wanted to break
the doors and run towards the ICU, I wanted to scream because they
wouldn't let me through, but I kept all that to myself. Now I had to remain
calm, calm if I wanted to get over what I was going through, calm if I didn't
want to harm the baby... the baby... I looked at my mother, worried, sitting
next to me, her fingers intertwined with mine. My mother... we hadn't had a
good run, everything had gone too wrong between the two of us. Where
was that relationship we had in Canada? When had I stopped trusting her,
telling her things about her? I took a deep breath and turned in her direction.
-Mom... -I said swallowing saliva-, there's something I have to tell you...
My mother gave me all her attention, she looked at me worried but I
thought I saw some indulgence in her expression. "I know what you're
going to tell me, Noah," she said, squeezing my fingers tightly. "And I'm
fine, daughter, fine that you're back with Nicholas; What's more, it makes
me happy to know that you are together again. I opened my eyes surprised
by her words and also relieved to see that she had no idea about the
pregnancy. "I never should have turned against your relationship... Seeing
you apart, seeing how broken you've been this past year..." she continued as
she locked her eyes on mine, "it's killed me inside." If Nick is the person
who knows how to make you happy, I'm not going to pry. That's all I want,
Noah, to see you happy. I nodded silently with wet eyes and trying to
formulate the words to confess to my mother that she was six months
pregnant. Pregnant with that boy that she had never wanted for me until
now, with that boy who was her stepson. How did you tell him? How do
you tell your mother that in three months she's going to be a grandmother? I
felt Steve's gaze fixed on me, and when I looked at him he signaled for me
to be brave and tell him.
Damn... "Mom..." I started taking advantage of the fact that Will had gone
out for a coffee. There's something I have to tell you... something that
wasn't in anyone's plans, but it just happened... Well... no more either, but I
wasn't going to go into details. My mother looked at me worried, not
understanding anything. Since she did not dare to open my mouth, I took
her hand and placed it on my belly. Her eyes widened instantly and she
jerked her hand away a second later, startled. "Noah... tell me you're not...
tell me you're not here... It was time to tell the truth." "Pregnant," I finished
the sentence for her almost in a whisper. My mom shook her head at first,
then her gaze moved down my body until she zeroed in on my belly, well,
or the belly under that giant sweatshirt of Nick's. "How much..." I
swallowed, trying to clear my throat. "Six months, but I found out two and
a half months ago... I didn't want to keep it from you, Mom, but I was
stunned, just like you, it took time to absorb it, time to tell Nick, time to
figure out what he was going to do." to do with my life... "Does Nicholas
know?" The tone she was speaking in was new, a new tone newly created in
her register, I suppose it's the tone all mothers use when their daughters
drop that bombshell on them. nothing. "Yes, yes, he knows." My mother
shook her head and fixed her eyes on my stomach. As much as she scared
me to confess that to her, she already felt prepared to face her reaction. Now
that Nicholas was fighting to live, the baby he carried inside of him was the
only thing keeping me together. It was the only thing I had of him, it was a
part of him, a part of us, at that moment and until it was my turn to cease to
exist, that baby would be the most important thing for both of us, our
anchor in the storm, our infinite connection. I took my mother's hand and
brought it to my tummy. Tears came to my mother's eyes, but I knew her
well enough to know all the things that were going through her head: how
young she was... how difficult everything would be... how many times she
He talked about waiting to have children, about studying, preparing,
training, growing up... But life is that unpredictable. You don't control
what's to come, you don't control who you'll bump into around the corner.
One does not know which path is the correct one even having traveled it.
Fate had brought me to that position and I could only face it to the best of
my ability... and my mother was going to have to do the same. "It's a boy," I
announced a moment later. The image of the baby in my arms flashed
through my head, my baby, with her chubby cheeks and her beautiful eyes...
my baby, whose father I might never get to know. My mother shook her
head, in disbelief. "If Nick doesn't get out of this, I don't know what I'm
going to do," I confessed scared to death. My mother hugged me tightly, we
both cried, I don't know for how long, I only know that we said nice things
to each other. She also scolded me for being so irresponsible and for not
telling her sooner. We talked for as long as we sat there, talked until we
could tell William everything. Will also nearly fell to the ground in fright.
He had never seen him so devastated, so worried, so tremendously broken.
Each one loves his children in a different way and for Will, Nick would
always be that dark-haired boy with blue eyes who put frogs in his pants
pockets. Nick had to get well...not just for me and our baby, but for
everyone. No one would get over losing him. Nobody.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._)
Be ready for chapter 49 guys...
CHAPTER 49:NOAH

CHAPTER 49
NOAH
Thank God, two days later Nick began to respond to treatment and was
released from the ICU. Not being in intensive care anymore, the hospital
people were more lenient about visitors and finally, after four days without
being able to see him, they let me through. He was sedated and his torso
was completely bandaged. His left arm was in a sling to keep it from
moving. A dark shadow of hair trailed across his unshaven face, giving him
a scruffy look that he had never seen before. They had let me in alone and I
was grateful because seeing him lying there, so weak and fragile, broke my
heart. I felt a deep hatred for that man who had hurt her. I moved closer to
him and ran my hand through his black hair, brushing it away in a gesture
that yearned for an answer, an answer that didn't come. I didn't cry, I don't
know why, I just kept looking at him, memorizing his features, wanting to
hug him tightly and knowing that I couldn't do it because it would hurt him.
My hug was going to hurt him...it was ironic how things had ended. I sat in
a chair next to him and took his hand. "Nick..." I said with a lump in my
throat, "I need you to get well... I had to tell you a lot of things and now..." I
bit my lip hard and watched to see if there was any kind of reaction, some
kind of miracle as sometimes happened in the movies. His eyes remained
closed and I kept talking so as not to go crazy before the sepulchral silence
interrupted only by the beeps of the machines. -Our parents already know
about Mini Yo... My mother almost had a heart attack, but I suppose the fact
that you're lying here has made her think about killing me for getting
pregnant... I told her her reaction When my father found out, I talked to him
about how the phones kept ringing asking how he was doing, I informed
him about his assailant and also reassured him that Steve had posted two
security guards at the hospital so that what had happened wouldn't happen
again never. I told him about me, that he would be surprised when he
opened his eyes and saw me, I told him that our baby kept kicking like he
was in a football game... No matter how many things I told him, Nick kept
his eyes closed and meanwhile I gradually faded away, faded away until I
became a shadow of what I was, someone unrecognizable. "Noah, you need
to rest, daughter," my mother warned me as she ran her hand through my
hair. She had laid me down on one of the sofas in Nick's room and had her
head in his lap. We've all left the hospital to sleep and shower, you have to
sleep in a bed darling, it's not good for you or the baby. "I don't want to
leave him alone," I said, my eyes fixed on Nick. Please wake up, I need to
see your blue eyes, I need to hear your voice again. The doctors feared that
the loss of blood and lack of oxygen that he had suffered after the shot
could have caused neurological sequelae that prevented him from waking
up. They said that now it was up to him and that we could only wait and
keep an eye on him. "He won't be alone, Noah: Will and I won't part ways
with him. Lion said he'll be here in half an hour, and Jenna offered to drive
you back to the apartment to accompany you. Please, go and rest for a
couple of hours... Lion and Jenna had arrived a day after the accident and
hadn't left us. My mother was right, she was exhausted, she had barely slept
for four days, I was afraid to close my eyes, wake up and see that Nick was
gone. "What if he wakes up and I'm not here..." "Noah, if he opens his eyes,
you'll be the first one I call." Please, if Nick could talk right now he would
be furious to see how little you are taking care of yourself... Finally and
reluctantly I ended up accepting. I kissed Nick goodbye on the cheek and
left the room looking for Jenna. Steve took us to the huge apartment. The
last time he'd been there had been after Jenna's wedding. When I entered I
couldn't help but remember what we had done, the things we had said to
each other... those impressive walls were not good memories and, suddenly,
I wanted to go back to when we couldn't take our hands off each other, to
that moment that Nick gave me everything I needed and more. I didn't want
to be there, let alone without him.
"Have a shower while I fix some dinner," Jenna told me with a smile that
didn't quite reach her eyes. Nick was like an older brother to her. She had
seen her cry hugging Lion when they arrived at the hospital and she knew
that they too were having a terrible time. I nodded and went to the room. In
the bathroom I slowly began to remove my clothes. My eyes fixed on the
mirror in front of me. There was no longer any doubt that she was pregnant.
I got in the shower, brushed my hair and also my teeth. When I got out I
changed into my black leggings and grabbed a sweatshirt of Nick's from his
closet. I smelled of him and that calmed me down a bit, gave me hope. We
ate dinner in silence, sitting on the sofa, with the TV on in the background.
I was barely hungry, but I forced myself to eat everything on my plate.
After that I went into Nick's room hugging his pillow and his fragrance and
closed my eyes trying to rest. Hours later Jenna came to wake me up with a
smile on her face. "He's awake, Noah!" I almost fell out of bed from how
fast I got up. "My God, my God! Nick is awake!

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 50 guys...
CHAPTER 50:NICK

CHAPTER 50
NICK
I opened my eyes without even realizing it. I had been plunged into a
deep darkness, a darkness in which muffled sounds and disconnected
phrases reached me that I was dying to order and understand, and suddenly
I was seeing the hospital room with total clarity. The beeps of the machines
that surrounded me had become the soundtrack of the last few days, the
noises of the machines and the sweet voice of a girl whose words had lulled
me to sleep like a lullaby. I opened my eyes looking for that voice, needing
that voice, but what I found was someone totally different. "Oh my God
Nick! Sophia yelled from beside me, and I couldn't help but wince. I felt
like my head was going to explode. I'll call a doctor," she said and ran out
of the room. I blinked several times trying to get used to the evening light
coming through the window. The room I was in was small, with barely
enough room for a tiny sofa, the bed, and a television. I tried to get up, but I
felt a stab of pain in my arm that made me rethink any movement. A second
later Sophia returned with the doctor. I let him examine me, let them tell me
about my condition, and while I tried to pay attention to what they were
saying, I could only ask one question, a question that suddenly made me
tense, restless, nervous... "Where's Noah?" the feint of getting out of bed
and instantly regretting it. Unbearable pain ran through my ribs, it was as if
they were burning me alive inside. Fuck. Sophia gently pushed me back
against the pillows. What was Sophia doing there? "Noah is in your
apartment, resting, I think. I took a deep breath trying to calm my anxiety. I
looked down at my bandaged ribs and then realized how my entire arm was
bandaged and pinned against my chest, preventing me from making any
kind of movement. "Son of a bitch," I blurted out, thinking of whoever had
shot me. Where's Steve? Fuck, I need to get up, I need to... "You can't,
Nicholas," Sophia said, and this time looking closer at her, I saw that her
eyes were swollen and red. She wore her hair in a high bun and was dressed
in jeans and a simple white T-shirt. You have to rest; please stay still. I
leaned back trying to stay calm. If Noah was resting it meant he was fine,
wasn't Steve sure he was with her... My eyes went back to the girl who was
watching me with a mixture of relief, joy and longing. I remembered the
moment when I told him that ours was over. Of all the girls she'd been with,
Sophia had been the only one I really didn't mean to hurt. In her way, she
had helped me this last year, and although we had shared much more than a
friendship, I always knew that we both could not be anything more than
that: friends. Nothing and no one could cause me what Noah managed to do
to my body and heart with a simple look, and Sophia always knew that.
"What are you doing here, Soph?" I asked, looking into her eyes. She
shrugged and wiped away a tear that was slipping down her left cheek. "I
needed to see you and know that you were okay... when I found out on the
news what had happened to you..." she replied, coming closer until she
could carefully take my hand. Do you know when you realize that the
relationship you had with a boy hasn't even been a relationship? I kept quiet
watching her. -When absolutely no one in his family picks up the phone to
inform you that he has had an accident. "Sophia, you and I..." "I know, we
broke up a month ago, Nicholas, I haven't forgotten, but I just thought... I
needed to put Sophia right, I really did, but I could see hope in her eyes, and
I had to undeceive her. Sophia kept hoping that what happened with Noah
would affect me again enough to leave her again, but that was over, we
were no longer there, we had moved on, we had matured... "Sophia, Noah is
expecting my child," I informed her. as tactfully as possible.
I felt how the hand that held mine froze and he released it an instant later. I
suppose it took her a few seconds to assimilate it, seconds in which any hint
of hope ended up disappearing. "Is that why you've come back to her?"
"I've come back to her because I love her," I answered calmly. He not only
loved her, he loved her more than anything or anyone, but I didn't tell her so
as not to hurt her. Sophia nodded, I noticed her lost as if what she had just
said to her was the last thing she had expected to hear come out of my
mouth. -Do you know? For a moment I thought... that you had opened your
eyes because you had heard my voice, for a moment I thought I saw... I had
opened my eyes precisely because the voice that I needed to hear was no
longer there. I opened them desperate to find her, Noah. "I never meant to
hurt you, Sophia. This last year with you... you have been the little light that
illuminated my nights. Sophia nodded, took a breath, and when she looked
at me again I knew the message was clear. Sophia was not a girl to whom
things had to be explained, she was a full-fledged woman, the only woman I
could have fallen in love with if it hadn't been for the fact that Noah came
into my life, destroying everything in his path. . I didn't tense when he
leaned down to place a chaste kiss on the corner of her lips. -I'm glad to
know you are fine. I nodded and watched as she took her things and she left
the room. Another window was closing to let me open the front door to the
life she wanted to start with Noah.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 51 guys...
CHAPTER 51:NOAH

CHAPTER 51
NOAH
The hospital gates were full of journalists and Steve flatly refused to let
me get out of the car and expose me to that crowd. I had no idea what
information the press had on me, but exposing myself to them and showing
them my status was the last thing we wanted to do right now. Steve had to
talk to the director of the hospital to let us enter through the back, only
allowed for the passage of ambulances from the emergency wing. By the
time I was able to go up to Nick's room, it had already been over an hour
since he supposedly woke up. I entered his room with my heart pounding
and when I saw that he opened his eyes to me, that he smiled at me from his
bed, hurt but with happiness overflowing in his light blue eyes, I felt that I
could finally breathe. "Where have you been, freckles?" he asked, opening
his arm for me, inviting me to go there, hug him and never let go. That was
exactly what I did. I buried myself in the crook of his neck and let him
cradle me gently. I climbed onto his bed as he pulled me up and fell silent
just listening to the pounding of his heart. I couldn't speak, the words were
stuck in my throat. Nick didn't say anything either, we knew that what had
happened had left us both totally horrified, me for experiencing firsthand
what it could feel like if he really lost it and Nick because he had suffered
the worst part, being deprived of his freedom , of his strength, of his
indisputable desire to live. She was afraid to open her mouth, afraid to put
into words what might have come to pass. They didn't let me stay with him
much longer, and even though it sounds meaningless, I was relieved when I
walked out of that room. The pressure I had felt in my chest when I saw
him vanished when he was no longer in front of me. I knew I was behaving
like a crazy lunatic, I knew that Nick was suffering more than me, more
than anyone, no matter how hard he tried to pretend that the pain in his
body was perfectly bearable. The next three days I spent as little time with
him as possible. He found a thousand and one excuses to keep me busy. I
began to organize his return to Los Angeles, the doctors had told us that we
could take him on the private plane that Will shared with his partners. I
arranged for a nurse to travel with us on the plane, I also left his apartment
locked, with everything in order, clean and ready so that when Nick had to
sell it or use it again everything would be perfect. I would go in to see him
when I knew he was asleep and when he would open his eyes and hold me
against his chest without saying anything, I knew he was doing it for me.
He didn't understand me, but if that was what I needed, he gave it to me
without hesitation. And I...I just went back to being the girl whose head
worked completely the opposite of everyone else's. It was well known that
traumatic experiences caused me a mental breakdown that I had a hard time
coming out of, but fuck, couldn't I just let it be? Couldn't I just be myself,
be the person Nick needed in those moments But I wasn't? and Nick didn't
complain. We don't even talk about the baby; What's more, he only brought
up the subject once. "I've been told that the day of the accident you had
contractions..." he commented in one of those few moments in which I
allowed him to bury his mouth on my neck and kiss me slowly while his
hand caressed my tummy with such tenderness that I felt a pain. lump in
throat I didn't answer him because I kept thinking about the words he had
used... 'accident'. Had it been an accident? "Accident" is a word used to
express an event that no one can control, an unpremeditated event, an
instant in which things line up "accidentally" giving rise to unwanted
effects. Why was he using the word "accident" to mean that they had tried
to kill him? "Noah, where are you," he whispered in my ear. Come back
from wherever you are, love, because it's killing me to see you like this. I
didn't understand his question, but I was grateful that the nurses interrupted
us then and made me leave.
I didn't want to be with him, I couldn't and I didn't understand it either, I
just knew that when I entered that room a horrible knot would form in my
chest, I felt locked up, cornered and it only loosened when I left. On the day
of the transfer, I had everything completely organized. Our parents were
back in Los Angeles now, Nick was a little better, he was going to have to
go to the hospital to have his bandages changed every three days and see a
physical therapist to help him gradually regain mobility in his arm. They
had told him that it was going to be a long process, but that he had to be
thankful for being alive, not everyone suffered something like this and lived
to tell about it. He had never been on a private plane, and it's not like I was
particularly excited about it. If I already didn't like flying in itself, doing it
in a small plane scared me three times. They wheeled Nick into his beige
leather seat, facing me and next to a large window that had nothing to do
with a conventional airplane window. We were traveling alone and the
nurse he had hired, Judith. During the flight, Nick seemed more tired than
usual. I suppose that traveling and moving from the hospital had exhausted
his already limited energy. I was grateful that he fell asleep, so I wouldn't
have to talk to him or explain what the hell was wrong with me, but when I
got up to go to the bathroom, I came back to find him with his eyes open,
fixed on me. I stopped by the bathroom door, looking back at her, noting
that Judith seemed to have disappeared from the stall. "I told her she can
sleep for a couple of hours in the back room," Nick said, clearly aware of
what was going on in my head. I fixed on him. On his shaven chin, his hair
clean and tousled, his dark T-shirt and light jeans of his. He had dark circles
under his eyes and exhaustion reflected in each of his handsome features.
This trip could have been totally different, he could have been carrying a
coffin on that plane... he would have been organizing a funeral this week
and not a transfer... I bit my lip hard until it almost hurt. "Noah, come here,"
Nick asked me, extending his hand and looking at me worried, nervous and
anguished. "I almost lost you, Nick," I commented, staring at him. "I
know... but I'm here, Noah..." he said shifting in the seat, wanting to reach
me, but unable to get up. I began to cry silently, rooted to the spot. I had
been holding back tears for two weeks, trying to be strong for him, for me,
for the baby... but I wasn't strong, on the contrary, I was weak, more than
that... "Noah..." she pronounced my name his voice choked with grief, his
arm still stretched out in my direction as I continued to cry, rooted there,
watching him as if paralyzed. "You can't die," I said then, wiping my tears
away with a slap of my hand. You heard me! I yelled at him, suddenly
furious with him, with myself, with the world...I had no idea.
Nick took a deep breath and nodded. But I hadn't finished yet. -You
promised me that you would not leave my side, you swore that nothing was
going to be able to separate us anymore! And you almost left me again!
Nick looked at me without saying anything... but his eyes moistened. "We
were going to fix our thing, we were going to raise this baby together!"
Sobs caught in my throat. "Noah..." "What would I have done if you had
died, Nicholas! Her," she yelled, crying inconsolably. I covered my face
with my hand, I couldn't bear it... Waking up in the morning knowing that
Nicholas was gone... not being able to kiss him again, or hug him, not being
able to feel his skin against mine, or lose myself in his gaze , never knowing
what it was like to feel safe... I opened my eyes a moment later, wiping the
tears from my face and looking up at him. When a tear fell down his cheek I
felt as if I had a body cramp, a bloody discharge that made me react. I went
to him and let him envelop me in his arms. I sat on his lap very carefully
and buried my face in the crook of his neck, sobbing uncontrollably and not
knowing how to stop. "I've never been so scared in my life," I confessed,
staining his shirt with my tears and feeling him tremble under my body. "I
know," he agreed, stroking my hair and squeezing me hard. I know because
I felt the same fear as you... But I'm not going to leave, Noah, I'm not going
anywhere... I let him continue saying nice things in my ear. Meanwhile, I
soaked in his scent, his warmth, his closeness, the sound of his heart beating
wildly against mine. "I'm sorry I told you to go... If I hadn't asked you this
wouldn't have happened, it's all my fault, Nick, it's my fault again for
almost losing you..." Nicholas grabbed my hand. chin tight. "You're not to
blame for anything, do you hear me," he replied furiously. -If I had known
how to accept what you wanted to give me... if I hadn't been scared to death
of getting back together... -Noah... Shut up, will you? -he cut me off and
then gave me a kiss that made me shudder. He kissed me as only he knew
how to kiss, he kissed me as I had wanted since he had left... as I wanted to
do the night we broke up, as I wanted him to kiss me the day he told me that
he was not going to be able to love me again... "I love you, Nick," I
declared as he pulled back to let me breathe. His eyes scanned my face as if
wanting to memorize each of my features. I placed my hand on his already
shaved cheek and caressed him not wanting to get away from him anymore.
He kissed my cheeks, my jaw, and my nose. He lifted my shirt up and
placed his hand on my already bulging belly. "Nothing is going to tear us
apart again, Noah, I swear on our son. I hugged him tight and buried my
head in his neck. I didn't want to move, I didn't want to be separated from
him. I held him until we both fell asleep. I opened my eyes I don't know
how long after, but it couldn't have been long because we were still flying.
Outside it had become night and only the little lights that were on the sides
of the cabin illuminated us. Nick was watching me, wide awake, his fingers
absently playing with one of my strands of hair. "I don't think I've ever told
you how much I like your freckles," he commented then, caressing my
cheek, ear, and neck with his long fingers. "Yes, you have," I contradicted
him without taking my eyes off his. "I've implied... but I haven't put it
clearly into words." I know where each one of them is, and I also know
when new ones come out... They drive me crazy.
I smiled, amused by the intensity he used to talk about those marquitas that
I had always hated until I met him. "Do you think the baby will have
freckles like yours," he asked me then, amused. "I think babies don't have
freckles, Nick," I said with a smile. His fingers continued to play with the
bulging skin of my stomach. "She's much bigger since I last saw you," he
said, circling his thumb just above my belly button. I shuddered from head
to toe. "Subtle way of telling me I'm fat," I said, making a face. -You're
perfect. I have never seen you as precious as you are now, love. I felt dizzy
at the way he looked at me and I got lost in his incredible blue eyes. Then
suddenly I remembered something. "You told me that you had already
thought of a name..." I commented, feeling curious about his choice. Nick
tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and stroked his thumb slowly over my
cheekbone. "Yes, I have thought of one..." he announced suddenly nervous.
"I promise not to laugh at you if the name is too ugly," I cut him off smiling.
Nick smiled back at me. "I'd like to call him Andrew," he blurted out,
looking into my eyes. He was excited, waiting for my reaction. "Andrew,
because of your grandfather?" I asked. Nick seemed to relax as he watched
me take it. -Yeah. For my grandfather," he said without taking his eyes off
mine. For me he was a person I could always count on. He loved me and
has given me the most important opportunity of my life. He blindly trusted
me, leaving me his legacy and I know that if he were alive he would be very
happy if we called him that. "Andrew Leister," I said aloud. I like it." Nick
kissed me on the lips with a suppressed smile. He was happy. "Andrew
Morgan Leister," he corrected, pulling away and kissing me on the nose. He
deserves to have his grandfather's name too, don't you think? I felt my heart
stop. The memory of my father came to my mind and I felt my eyes fill
with tears. Nick had never really understood how I felt about him, or how,
despite what he'd done, a part of me still loved him. I didn't understand it
myself, but it just was. One does not handle feelings or control them. I
loved my father regardless of everything he did, the girl in me still mourned
his death. "We don't have to," I replied, biting my lip. Nick kissed me again,
this time on the neck. "It was your father. Without him you wouldn't be
right here before me, carrying my first child inside you. Yes we have to. I
pulled him up to reach his lips and he hugged me, pulling me tight against
him. "I thought you might want to call him Nicholas," I said against his
chest. He pulled back to look at my face, amused. "There's only going to be
one Nick in your life, Noah, and that's going to be me." I laughed at his
possessive way of thinking. But that was Nick, and it was true: there would
only be one Nicholas Leister in my life. I broke away from him and looked
down at my belly. "Andrew..." I said the name softly, and just then I felt a
strong kick from inside. I opened my eyes surprised. It was as if he was
giving me his approval. The next kick came a second later. -Give me your
hand! I asked excitedly. The baby seemed to catch my excitement as he hit
me hard again. Nick reached out with his hand until it rested right where I
felt the kick. "Do you feel it?" I asked, glad that he could finally feel what I
had been feeling for the past few weeks. Nick totally gawked assent.
"Fuck..." he exclaimed when the next one was even stronger than the last. It
was an incredible feeling, the best of all. My baby was fine and was
kicking. Nick raised his eyes and fixed them on me. "Thank you,
Noah...thanks for this. I was speechless, I just let him hold me while an
incredible feeling ran through me: happiness.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 52 guys...
CHAPTER 52: NICK

CHAPTER 52
NICK
I was done for shit. I was so angry inside about what had happened that I
had a really hard time hiding it and shutting it up in front of Noah. I didn't
want him to worry, I didn't want him to even have to think about what had
happened, but my mind wouldn't stop scheming twenty-four hours a day.
They had tried to kill me. I was obsessed that something like this could
happen again, but not against me this time but against the beautiful woman
who left and entered the house as if nothing had happened. Noah had
resumed his routine as always: he would go to class, to work, and then
come to see me. We still didn't live together and losing sight of her was
driving me completely crazy. Steve was in charge of taking her and picking
her up and waiting for her outside the faculty so that nothing happened to
her, but if she were hers, I would have put her in the room with me and
would not have let her leave. I could hardly move out of bed, the recovery
was being very slow, and I only left the apartment to go to the hospital. The
nurse Noah had hired was taking care of me at home, but I hated feeling
like this, like an invalid, I needed to be with Noah, make sure he was okay
at all times. When he came to see me it was complete torture. She would
arrive smiling and tell me how her day had gone. Her smile filled the whole
room with joy and I was dying to pick her up, take her clothes off and make
her mine once and for all. The last time we had made love had been when
we had conceived Andrew. Six months without feeling her in the best way
imaginable, six months without sinking inside her and making her scream.
The worst thing is that my body was shit, yes, but my mind was even
capable of climbing Everest. One day, two weeks after I moved to Los
Angeles, she appeared dressed in a gray, skin-tight dress, a dress that
marked absolutely everything, including her tummy, which was
increasingly rounded and beautiful. She had left her hair down and her eyes
shone like never before. She was already getting hot and her skin had
already begun to acquire that tan color that was so flattering on her. I felt
her getting hard and I had to control myself not to fuck off the doctor's
orders and make love to her without delay, without pause, sinking deep into
her and remembering what we had been missing. "Nick, are you listening to
me?" I shut off my lusty thoughts and paid attention to him. "I'm
sorry...what did you ask me?" Noah rolled his eyes. -I haven't asked you
anything, I was telling you that since school's over in no time and you have
little time left to fully recover, I'd like us to go together to buy the baby's
things. We don't even have any idea what to buy, or how much space a baby
needs. I've been thinking that if we move my bed and stick it against the
bathroom wall there will be plenty of space to put the crib and the thing
where they change diapers... «Diapers... Damn, and I'm thinking of
undressing her and giving her orgasms ." "Have you put me in that
equation?" I asked, looking at her in disbelief. Did you really think she was
going to live in that loft with our newborn baby? "Of course..." she replied,
blushing for some reason I couldn't understand. We haven't talked about it
again, but... are you going to live with me? I was wondering?
I couldn't help but laugh. "I think it's hard enough for anything to stop me
from getting into bed with you every night, freckles." Of course I'm going
to live with you, but I'm very sorry, but we're not going to do it in what you
call an apartment -I answered without any intention of giving in. "But..."
"But nothing, Noah," I cut her off, pulling her up and giving her a peck on
the lips. I will not raise my son on a matchbox. Noah fell silent and stared at
me for a moment. "I don't want to live here," he declared, referring to my
apartment, that apartment where I had brought Sophia and where Noah
tolerated it because he was recovering me. "We'll think of something," I
said even though I'd already thought of it. The days passed and each time I
began to feel better. A month later I was able to go back to work. Noah
entered her third trimester of pregnancy and it was impossible to keep
hiding it. Standing in my kitchen, a cup of coffee to my lips, I was able to
hear firsthand how we were making news for the first time. I cursed
between my teeth when I saw a photo of Noah walking down the street, his
belly already more than evident, making it clear that the news was accurate.
The first two weeks after I was shot, the news had spent at least ten minutes
talking about me, my company, and the Leister Enterprises layoffs.
However, as the days passed, it had ceased to be important and I had
relaxed when I saw that they barely talked about me anymore. But now that
it had come to light that Noah was expecting my child, surely our presence
in the news would gain strength again. I almost choked when I saw the door
of Noah's loft and her trying to enter, dodging the journalists without
answering any kind of question. I saw a pissed off Steve helping my
pregnant girlfriend into her own house and rage ran through me. "Damn."

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 53 guys...
CHAPTER 53:NOAH

CHAPTER 53
NOAH
I knew that this was going to end up happening, but I never thought that
they would come to harass me. It was Nick they wanted to talk about, but as
soon as news broke that I was expecting a baby, the reporters harassed me
relentlessly. Nicholas was furious, so angry that he urged me to leave my
apartment and took me with him to his for safety. Everyone already knew
that I was pregnant, it had not been so traumatic to tell my friends and
teachers, but I did not feel comfortable being in the news. At first it was all
about Nick, that we were half-brothers, about the story of our parents... Our
lives turned into a circus with crowds of spectators and now that they had
told everything about Nick, they were trying to get me out. and talk about
my appearance, about the clothes I wore... It was completely crazy. I almost
fell on my ass when I saw the two of us together on the cover of a gossip
magazine. The headline read: 'Golden Bachelor Nicholas Leister Finally
Settles Down To Be A Father At The Early Age Of Twenty-five. Are they
wedding bells that we see approaching? He couldn't believe it. I got to the
apartment angrier than ever. I didn't want to become a public figure, let
alone have my life sold as if it were a damn soap opera. When I got out of
the elevator, I searched for Nick until I found him holed up in his little gym.
All my anger vanished when I saw him sitting, shirtless, sweating and
lifting a weight with his left arm, doing the recovery exercises the doctor
had ordered. Damn... how could we not be in the news when that man
looked like he just stepped out of a damn Hollywood movie? I watched him
gawking until he noticed my presence. His lips smiled when he saw me, and
he left the weight on the floor, between his legs. "Hello, Freckles," he
greeted me, picking up a towel next to him and wiping his face and arms. I
would have told him not to, that the sweat trickling down his ripped abs was
a spectacular sight, but I stayed where he was until he got up and came to
meet me. "Everything okay," he asked me, giving me a light kiss on the
cheek. That was something else, something that also put me in a very bad
mood: neither of us touched more than a few tender kisses. I was afraid that
he wouldn't want to do anything because his wounds still hurt, although if
he was already capable of lifting weights, what was stopping him from
doing all that to me that crossed my mind every night that I lay next to him?
It's just that he didn't like me the way he used to: I was fat, my belly was
already between us... Maybe he didn't find me attractive anymore,
something that just thinking about it horrified me. Nick tucked a strand of
my hair behind my ear and scowled at me. "What's bothering you?" he
asked me, looking at me with those eyes that drove me crazy. I wanted to
kiss him all over, to touch his hard, stringy stomach, for him to ram me
against that wall and make fucking love to me. But I decided to keep my
mouth shut. He wasn't going to ask for something that he clearly didn't want
to give me. -Nothing... I'm tired, I'm going to the shower. I turned to leave
the room, but Nick caught my arm, searching my face for some kind of
sign, some kind of clue that would explain what the hell was wrong with
me. "Is it because of the journalists?" he asked me, kissing me gently below
my ear. I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall behind me. "No... I
just want to shower and go to bed." His mouth now went to kiss my
forehead. Gently, tenderly. "They'll get tired of us, Noah... It's a matter of
time before they stalk another couple, this is Hollywood, it's just a matter of
time. His hand stroked up and down my arm. I felt anger and stopped his
caress by grabbing his wrist. "Stop touching me like I'm a bloody doll,
Nicholas. I saw his eyes widen in surprise before I wriggled out of his grasp
and headed down the hallway toward the bedroom.
I looked at the bed... That damn bed where surely I had done everything to
the damn Sophia Aiken and I got even more pissed off. It's okay that she
was no longer attractive to him, but at least he could hide it. As I was
getting my pajamas out of the drawer, Nick stopped in the bedroom
doorway and leaned against the frame, scowling at me. -What was the point
of that last comment? "Nothing," I answered, wanting to undress, but I felt
ashamed that he saw me naked in my state. I felt tears well up in my eyes
and I used all my self-control to keep them from falling, giving me away
and making me feel even more pathetic. "Noah..." he started to say, moving
away from the frame, intending to get closer to me. "Look, I get that you
don't find me attractive anymore, okay. But if you don't want to do anything
with me, then don't treat me like I'm your fucking little sister either,
Nicholas. I went to go into the bathroom, but he grabbed me and pushed me
against the bedroom wall. His hands rested on either side of my head and he
leaned down to meet my eyes. "What the hell are you talking about?" I
noticed that my last comment had affected him just as much as it had
affected me to tell him. I took a deep breath, trying to keep my hormones in
check by having him so close, half naked and so incredibly handsome. I
spoke again. "I mean you haven't touched me once in months." I know
perfectly well that I'm enormous and that you no longer find me attractive,
but I'm not made of stone, you know! You put yourself there to do weights,
waiting for me half-naked as if I no longer had eyes, as if I had already
simply become pregnant who only thinks of diapers, cribs and crying
babies! I have my needs too! Have you thought about it? My hormones are
out of control and you don't qui...! His mouth fell on me with a deep kiss. I
closed my eyes and everything he was saying evaporated from my head.
His body pressed me against the wall while his tongue came out to meet
mine. I felt him hard against me and I almost melted in his arms. He pulled
away a minute later, breathing hard and sparking in his eyes. "I'm still
surprised by how that little head of yours works, freckles, but even
insinuating that you don't wear me anymore is an insult that I'm not going to
allow," he said, separating from me. If I haven't touched you since we got
back, it's because I thought it was you who didn't want to and not the other
way around. My heart sped up under my chest. "Why wouldn't I want to," I
replied, still trembling against the wall. I have waited for you to recover, but
you have not done anything to show that you wanted to, and that has never
happened, Nicholas. "Fuck, Noah... you don't know anything. And so
without waiting for an answer he put his hands through my dress and pulled
it out over my head. I trembled nervously with anticipation and fear that he
wouldn't like the changes my body had undergone.
He looked me up and down, running his eyes over my new curves. -Tell
me... what do you want me to do to you -What! I gasped. "Apparently, I've
neglected my girlfriend's needs... Tell me what you want me to do for you
and I'll do it for you." If she hadn't been ogling me and her pants weren't so
clearly bulging it would have looked like she was saying it out of duty, but
fuck, she knew that look better than anyone. "Touch me," I asked,
trembling, anticipating her caresses. "Where, do you sin... There are many
places where I can touch you and I wouldn't want to treat you like you were
my little sister again." Her fingers caressed my cheek carefully. I didn't
want sappy caresses, so I took her hand and led it down, through my
underwear. I felt her fingers caress that part of me that had missed him so
much. She smiled. "Do you like it here?" she asked me between whispers
before biting my earlobe, squeezing hard. I closed my eyes, enjoying the
pleasure that her fingers caused me. "Yeah..." I replied throwing my head
back. Nick grabbed my chin hard and thrust his tongue into my mouth
again, tasting me, caressing me, biting me as if he had never needed my
touch more than at that moment. I pulled away from him and kissed him on
his jaw, running the tip of my tongue over his chin until I buried my mouth
in his neck and kissed the area where his vein was beating crazy, crazy for
me. His hand came back to rest on the wall, and he growled as he teased me
down his neck, trailing kisses down his bare shoulder. His fingers entered
me hard and I bit back... Nicholas grunted and lifted me up with his other
arm so our faces were level with each other. I don't want to do anything that
might... I shook my head. "Nothing's going to happen to the baby..." I
replied breathing rapidly and making a pitiful noise when he took his
fingers out of me. Don't stop now..." I ordered lowering my hand and
caressing him through the fabric of his sweatpants. Nicholas hissed at my
touch and led me to the bed. With me lying down he went on to take off his
pants. Well, yes, I had been wrong... -You're the only one who makes me
like that, Noah. He leaned over me, slipping his fingers through the elastic
of my panties and pulling them off without delay. "Turn face down," he
asked me, watching me enthralled. I want you to be comfortable and I don't
want to crush you, turn around. I did what he asked and he got behind me.
He unhooked my bra and proceeded to kiss my back from top to bottom. In
that position my belly did not come between the two. He was entering my
interior little by little and I almost went crazy with the sensation of noticing
him entering. I squeezed my eyes shut, controlling the urge to scream. Nick
got a pillow and placed it under my belly to make it more comfortable and
then he started to move... really move... "Don't stop," I demanded, feeling
ten times more intense pleasure than what I had felt before. any of the times
we had slept. I screamed helplessly when our bodies began to move in
unison, faster and faster until I ended up screaming with contained pleasure,
releasing the pressure of the last few months, wanting to keep doing that
until I no longer had the strength to even move. And so Nick did, he didn't
stop, he kept moving and kissing my back. We finally reached the same
time, me moaning into the pillow, him biting hard on my left shoulder.
I fell asleep almost instantly. I don't know how long it was before I opened
my eyes again, but I was covered and snuggled against Nick, who was
running his hand up and down my bare back, caressing me tenderly.
Noticing that she was awake, she looked down to meet my eyes. A smile
appeared on her pretty lips. "I've lost you for a while, freckles..." I laughed.
"I think I passed out from sheer pleasure. "Oh yeah," he said turning me
around and positioning himself on top of me, careful not to crush me. "I've
missed you, Nick," I confessed, reaching up her hand to push back a
wayward lock of her hair. "I've noticed," he said, kissing me on the lips,
"but not as much as I've missed you, freckles..." Andrew kicked me then, as
if reminding me that he was still there. I made a face and Nick looked at me
concerned. "It was just a kick," I informed him so he wouldn't worry. Nick
rested his head on one of his arms and watched me entranced. "What do
you feel?" he asked me, stroking his swollen belly up and down. I stared at
the movement of his hand as he pondered his question. "It's a very strange
feeling...especially when he's doing it with such force." Nick listened
carefully, continuing to caress me. His lips soon settled on my smooth skin,
which made me feel a great warmth inside. "I'm looking forward to finally
meeting him," he stated, pulling me to hug me against his chest. Me too, I
thought to myself. One day after an exam, Nick came to pick me up in his
car. He seemed excited, happy about something that I didn't know. I was
also happy to have taken an exam off my mind. Fifteen minutes later we
were in an area of the city that I had not visited before. The buildings were
tall, but not tall enough to be considered skyscrapers. The area was pretty,
with palm trees lining the streets and well-kept gardens. Nick stopped the
car in front of a small white house. It had a wraparound porch and wooden
steps leading up to the door. It consisted of two floors and looked like
something straight out of a fairy tale. "Do you like it?" I looked around,
then back at him. "Not quite your style," I replied a bit dazed. Nicholas was
from large urban apartments with floor-to-ceiling windows and mansions at
the foot of the beach. -No, it is not. I bought it thinking of you. I opened my
eyes and stared at him in disbelief. -What have you done? Nick got out of
the car and came to my door to help me out. When he had me in front of
him, he took a few keys out of his back pocket and held them in front of my
face. -You have two years left to finish your degree, Noah. I don't want you
to have to give up anything and if I have to move here with you, leave New
York and wait for you to figure out who you want to be in life, I will. I
already know what I want, my future is on track and it is because I have had
the necessary time to be able to do things well. You are what I am missing
in life and I am going to adapt to you until you are ready to make more
changes. I don't want to take you to a luxury apartment, or a mansion on the
beach, because that's not you. I always thought that I would want to live the
way I was raised, but I don't want square meters between us, love, I want to
look up and see you whenever I want. This house is yours, it is my gift to
you. I bit my lip and shook my head in a daze. I did not know what to say.
The house was beautiful, small, perfect, the house that I would have chosen
to start a family. Nick walked over and took my face in his hands. "It's not
long before you have Andrew and I know you don't want to keep living in
my apartment." Please accept this gift, Noah. He didn't leave me time to
answer, he pulled my hand and we walked to the door. He opened it without
delay for a second and we entered what was to become our home from now
on.
The sunset let in a trail of orange light that warmly illuminated the living
room, furnished with white sofas on a parquet floor that shone as we
passed. The house, an open space without walls, was furnished and had
large windows with views of the mountains. Nick showed me around and
the more I saw the more I fell in love with the place. We went upstairs and
he showed me what would be our room. It was large and an immense bed
occupied the center of the room. The windows had beautiful white curtains
that let in the light, and the ceiling was made up of large wooden beams.
The bathroom was beautiful, all black marble with a large bathtub and a
functional shower. The house might not be a mansion but it had absolutely
everything, it lacked nothing. He pulled me until we were out in the small
hallway. We crossed it until we reached an area that I had not yet seen.
There were two doors facing each other in a small hallway with a window
looking out onto the back garden. Nick opened the door on the right and
invited me inside. "This will be the baby's room... I thought you'd like it."
Was beautiful. It was all painted white, there was no furniture, but the
parquet shone like the rest of the house. Right in front of the door there was
a large window with a small bench below, one of those that open and you
can store things inside. I smiled. I saw it. I saw us. I saw our baby in that
room, sleeping peacefully, playing, crying, laughing. I saw the three of us
together sharing incredible moments. That was going to be our house, our
little corner, our place. -I love it! I exclaimed turning to him with a big
smile. Nick pushed himself away from the door frame and came over to
kiss me. He looked into my eyes with some kind of suppressed emotion. "I
want to give you everything, Noah... I want you to be happy with me and
that we raise that precious child like neither of our parents knew how to do
with us." I laced my fingers behind his neck and smiled completely happy.
"Good way to get rid of the loft," I said with a laugh. "The house is in your
name," he added, sticking me close to him and kissing my lips. I don't want
you to worry about anything except the baby and the things you wanted to
do before you got pregnant. I have been informing myself and there is a
special treatment for university students who have children during the
course, the program is very good, and they will be more lenient with you,
they will let you organize yourself however you can and... I kissed him,
silencing what he was going to tell me. "Thank you, Nick," I said, excited
by everything he was doing. You make me very happy, I love you. We
kissed again and spent the rest of the afternoon planning how we wanted to
furnish the house and when we would definitely move. My new life was
underway and I loved it. The first week of my eighth month, I was
practically immersed in college. I had gotten over people staring at me
every time I walked in or out of the library and realized that the best thing
to do when you were the talk of some place was to skip absolutely
everything. In the end, my classmates and even the teachers got used to it
and people went out of their way to help me whenever they could: they
brought me my backpack, my laptop, they even bought me food. My belly
became the main attraction of the university; suddenly, everyone wanted to
know about the baby, everyone wanted to touch my tummy ... And
meanwhile, I was becoming more and more uncomfortable: Andrew had
almost tripled the size of him, and I felt like a walking duplex. Nick didn't
like me being away from home so long, but this would be my last week on
campus before summer break. I needed to get everything fixed. On my
return I was going to have a newborn at home and then things were going to
get complicated.
In one of my exits from the library, which I did mainly to go to the
bathroom, something happened that had already happened months ago. I
ran into Michael again. We stared at each other for a few seconds and I kept
walking, intending to go around it and get out of there. Michael blocked my
path and looked at me with an expression I hadn't seen on him before:
disgust. -So you've let me hype you... What a pathetic way to get him back
to your side, don't you think his words hurt me. "Leave me alone," I
snapped at him angrily. He caught my arm as I turned to leave. "Has your
boyfriend told you that we recently met again?" he asked me, looking into
my eyes. He wanted to get out of his grasp, but I couldn't. "She wasn't
amused to see him come back after he paid me a fortune to swear he'd never
take you to bed again." I was stunned to hear him say that. "But I think I've
regretted it..." Just then, and I was about to pull out my phone and call
Steve to pick me up, Charlie, Michael's brother, appeared and walked up to
us. "Noah!" -He exclaimed oblivious to the tension that existed between his
brother and me. I forced a smile and didn't pull away when he gave me a
big hug. "Wow, you're huge!" He observed laughing. I wanted to get out of
there, I couldn't bear to see Michael keep his eyes on me, and as much as I
was glad to see Charlie again, I had sworn something to Nicholas and I
didn't want to go back on my word. "Charlie, it's good to see you, but I have
to go..." I stated, forcing myself to smile. He looked at his brother, who had
taken a few steps from us, and then at me. He nodded sighing. "Call me
whenever you want, this is my new number," he said, handing me a card.
We have a lot to talk about," he added next to my ear with complicity. I
nodded trying to stay calm and then left. Something told me it wasn't going
to be the last time Michael would come around to annoy me.
(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 54 guys...
CHAPTER 54:NICK

CHAPTER 54
NICK
Noah was huge. Sometimes I was worried that the belly would unbalance
it and end up falling forward. The poor thing she had a small complexion,
she was always a skinny girl and it seemed that the only thing that made her
fat was that belly. There was still a month to go until she was due and she
feared that the baby would continue to grow. Also her mood had turned into
a roller coaster. One moment she was happy and content and the next she
was crying like a cupcake over little things. That day was her birthday and
we had met at our parents' house. Jenna had invited everyone. Noah was in
the garden sitting in an armchair that had been brought out for her and
opening presents with a happy smile on her face. My sister kept screaming
excited to see so many gifts together, and she had become Noah's special
helper; in fact, he hadn't left her side since we'd arrived. Jenna had thrown a
beautiful party, with blue balloons everywhere, a big cake with a baby in
the center, and lots of games and gifts. Many of my friends had also come
and I was grateful to be able to get away for a while to play Xbox with
them. So many women together talking about babies had ended up
overwhelming me. A couple of hours later I went to the kitchen to ask Prett
if Noah's chocolate cake was ready yet. He was grateful that Jenna had
focused the entire celebration on the baby, but Noah deserved a cake with a
very large 20 in the center. When I went out into the garden holding her,
everyone was surprised and started singing "Happy Birthday". Noah looked
at me excitedly and blew out the candles as she had to. A while later and
taking advantage of the fact that people were distracted, I took her by the
hand and took her to the pool house. She smiled at me amused
remembering old times. "Did you bring me here to do something dirty to
me, Nick?" I laughed. "It wouldn't be your birthday if I didn't try to do
something dirty to you, freckles," I explained kissing her on the mouth and
enjoying her full lips, the warmth of feeling her against my arms. I stepped
away after a long while and took a small box from my pocket. "Your gift," I
announced, handing it to him. Noah looked at me excitedly, and when I
opened it, his eyes widened in surprise, then moistened almost on the verge
of tears. "You still have it...I thought...I thought you threw it away, I
thought..." I shut her up with a kiss and wiped her tears away with my
fingers. "I could never have thrown away that pendant, Noah. I gave you
my heart two years ago and now I'm giving it back... Noah touched the
silver heart I gave him when he turned eighteen. "I sent it to a jewelry store
to get a little blue diamond set in it...you know, Andrew's going to be a part
of this too, don't you think?" Noah grinned, happy and still excited. It's the
best gift you could have given me. I have missed this pendant, I have
missed everything it meant to me and to you. "I know... It should never
have left your neck, Noah, it was wrong to take it off." She shook her head.
"You did what you felt at the time, Nick... I hurt you, I didn't deserve to
wear it." I picked up the pendant and took it out of the box.
"Now there will be nothing and no one to move it from its place again," I
sentenced while I fastened it with all my love. I kissed her bare shoulder. "If
you're tired and want to go home, just let me know and we'll be gone right
away." Noah shook his head, he looked happy. I want to enjoy this day. He
is being perfect in every way.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 55 guys...
CHAPTER 55:NOAH

CHAPTER 55
NOAH
After the party we got ready to finish Andrew's room. Nick came with
me and together we bought everything we needed: the changing table, a
beautiful cart that looked more like a mutant robot than a cart... and
thousands of other things that I hadn't known existed before and that my
mother helped us to find. choose. At the party they had given us everything,
very expensive things too, advantages that all our friends were
millionaires... There was still time for the baby to be born, but I felt that I
needed to leave everything well tied up, only then would I be able to relax
as much as possible they asked me to do. I didn't recognize myself. She was
going through emotional potholes that had Nick going crazy, but he'd hung
on with enough patience. He had ended up calling Charlie. I had to tell him
that even if it hurt, we couldn't stay friends: my relationship with Nick was
more important and I wasn't going to blow it. Since I considered that these
were not conversations to have over the phone, when I called him I
suggested that we meet one afternoon for coffee and he offered his house.
He swore to me that Michael was not going to be present and I decided to
stop by. When Charlie opened the door for me I felt infinite joy and in a
second we melted into a big hug, a hug that was a bit complicated
considering my condition. "You're more attractive than ever," he
commented teasing me. I rolled my eyes and walked into his house.
Memories of that night suddenly came back to me and I had to take several
deep breaths to calm down and enjoy what I had come to do. Charlie didn't
deserve what he had done to him, I should never have stopped talking to
him, but things weren't going to continue as usual either. After breaking up
with Nicholas, I changed, for the worse, and withdrew into myself. I would
not have been a good friend to him. He told me that he had dropped out and
that he had spent five months in a rehabilitation center. Charlie was an
alcoholic, and I felt bad not knowing until now that he had relapsed. He told
me that he had never been better and that those months had made him a new
person. Everything was great until we couldn't help but touch on a topic in
question. "I know you don't even want to hear about my brother, but I swear
he's sorry for everything he did to you, Noah," he explained, pleading with
his eyes. It seemed that it was more important to him that I forgive him and
forget everything than it was to Michael himself. He's been rehired at the
college, and he works with a number of students with mental disorders...He
helps them a lot, you know "I know he's your brother, Charlie, but he's
someone I want to leave behind...do you understand I'm sorry I'm glad this
includes you, but I can't risk being anywhere near Michael. I hope you
understand. Charlie nodded a little embarrassed. "I'm glad you're with
Nicholas again, you look happy." "Thank you," I said, giving him a big hug.
Thanks for being a good friend. I left his house with my heart in a fist. I
hated goodbyes, but now I was going to start a new life and if Nick had
been able to start from scratch I had to do the same. When I got home I was
a bit dizzy, so I went straight to bed. Nick came home from work a couple
of hours later, and I noticed he was a lot quieter than expected. "Do you
mind turning off the air conditioning," I asked, lying on our bed while he
watched as he took off his tie and jacket. Nick frowned and did as I asked.
Then he seemed to hesitate before turning to me. "I know you've been to
see him, Noah," he said then, completely throwing me off. I felt cold sweat
trickle down my back. "How..." "Steve. Sure... Steve, shit. "I've been to see
Charlie, nothing more. Nick's jaw clenched.
-You've gone to see Charlie and when you get home I find you indisposed...
Couldn't it have to do with a certain person being there to put you in this
state? -No! I denied vehemently, sitting up in bed. At that precise moment,
a stinging pain shot through my back, leaving me breathless. "Noah,"
Nicholas asked in alarm, walking over to the bed immediately. I took a deep
breath and the pain passed as quickly as it had come. "Calm down, I'm
fine," I said, leaning back on the pillows. "You have a bad face," he
observed. You're pale, dammit. His fingers brushed a damp lock from my
forehead. "You have a fever, Noah," he announced in alarm. "No... I'm fine,
really... Just a little tired." I saw him torn between his anger at having gone
to see Charlie and her concern about my condition. I didn't want to see him
upset, I didn't want him to think I'd broken my word. "Nick...I didn't see
Michael, really. "What pisses me off isn't that you saw him or not, but that
you went to his house and didn't even tell me." I could have accompanied
you to see your friend, it's not him I want to break the face of, you know I
forced a smile, hoping he would calm down. -That issue has already been
settled... that's why I went to see him, he deserved an explanation. Nicholas
met my eyes for a moment, then leaned down to kiss me on the forehead. A
kiss that lasted a few seconds too long because he was taking my
temperature. -I'm ok... And then, as if agreeing with him, I felt another stab
of very intense pain that went through me. I closed my eyes tight. "Nick..."
I said scared, taking his hand. "I'm here," he stated in a tone he had never
heard before. When it happened I fell back. -Let's go to the hospital. -No!
It's not necessary, they're Braxton Hicks contractions, really, it's normal... -
Before I could finish the sentence, the pain hit me again and forced me to
almost double over. I clenched my teeth holding back the tears that,
treacherous, contradicted my words. "I don't know what's going on..." "I
think you're going into labor, Noah," he told me, getting out of bed. I
yanked her hand hard. "No, that's impossible..." I contradicted him, holding
him close to me, "there's still a long way to go for that... And at that
moment, as if it were a bloody joke in bad taste, I felt my thighs get wet and
also the sheets on which it was. I opened my eyes scared. "Noah, fuck
what's wrong with you! You're scaring me." I held my breath. I think my
waters have broken. When I lifted the sheet and saw that it was soaked, my
breathing began to accelerate until I was hyperventilating. She wasn't ready
yet...she wasn't ready for this. Nick picked me up and carried me to the
bathroom. I was so scared that I was grateful to see that he remained, even a
little, calm. He sat me down on the sink and took my face in his hands.
"Breathe, Noah," he advised me, taking off the dress he had just lost. "I'm a
mess," I complained shakily. Nick looked at me blankly. "Do you want to
take a shower?" I nodded as he turned on the water and made sure it wasn't
too hot. "Stay here," he told me, leaving the bathroom and entering a second
later with clean clothes. Nick helped me out of the rest of my clothes and
set me under the warm water of the shower. It only took me a few minutes
to shower. When I got out, Nick wrapped a towel around me and dried me
from top to bottom. When I was fully dressed, a new contraction forced me
to double over: it was a horrible and painful feeling and I wanted it to go
away. "Let's go to the hospital, freckles," he said, kissing me on the
forehead when I was breathing normally again. I nodded feeling afraid. The
baby wasn't ready yet...
(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 56 guys...
CHAPTER 56:NOAH

CHAPTER 56
NOAH
The hours that preceded my arrival at the hospital were the most painful
and anguishing of my life. As I had supposed it was soon for the baby to be
born, but Andrew's water breaking had become wedged in the birth canal
and there was no turning back. I labored very quickly and as soon as I
arrived they took me directly to the delivery room. Naive me! I thought that
as soon as it was time to push things would go just as fast as with dilation,
but nothing could be further from the truth: I spent eight hours pushing.
Eight hours during which all my strength evaporated and I believed that I
would not be able to continue. "Noah...you have to keep going, you have to
push, freckles, one more...just one more time." Nicholas was speaking into
my ear. He had a tight grip on both hands and I would most likely end up
breaking all of his fingers. "I'm very tired..." I confessed, relaxing after one
of the many contractions. My whole body ached, it seemed to me that the
epidural had worn off a long time ago and I just prayed that it would all end
once and for all. I could hear the doctors talking softly, saying something
about my pelvis and the baby not having enough room to come out. I
always knew: my womb was not made to have babies. "Nick... get me out
of here... take me away, I can't take this pain anymore," I implored crying
while I saw her eyes get wet just like mine. "When this is over we'll go,
love, I'll take you wherever you want with me, but now you have to push."
Another contraction made my belly turn to stone, and I clenched my teeth
and pushed again. The nurses encouraged me and the doctor kept telling me
to push. Someone put a wet cloth on my forehead and when I noticed that
the contraction had stopped and the baby was still not coming out, he
wanted to die. "This isn't working..." I lamented. -Doctor, she is exhausted!
Do something, dammit! "Doing a C-section now would be dangerous for
the mother," the gynecologist replied. I watched Nick go pale. -Noah... I
want you to push with all your might in the next contraction, okay? I'm
going to use the forceps to get the baby out, it has to come out: there's fetal
distress. My baby was suffering, she was suffering because of me, she was
suffering because she was not able to help him out. "Sit up," the doctor told
me, and I barely had the strength to raise my head. Mr. Leister, sit behind
her so that she rests her back against her chest. Nicholas did as he was told
and knowing that she was in her arms gave me the strength to continue.
"You can do it, love... Come on, just one more time." The next contraction
came seconds later. I don't even know where I got the strength from, but I
did it. Gripping Nick's hands tightly, I pushed and pushed until I practically
passed out. "It's coming out!" the doctor announced, and a minute later we
heard the hysterical cry of a very angry baby. I pounced on Nicholas, she
couldn't even keep her eyes open. "Noah...it's beautiful...look at it, love." I
opened my eyes and the nurse came over with something very small
wrapped in a blue blanket. "He's a very handsome boy," the nurse
commented to me as she held it out for me to take. His arms were shaking
and Nick helped me from behind to hold him against my chest. -My God...!
I exclaimed excitedly. Andy stopped crying as soon as he heard my voice.
Tears welled up in my eyes and I leaned down to kiss his little head barely
covered by a mop of black hair. "That's perfect..." I heard Nick say in my
ear, "thanks for this, Noah. I love you so much, you've done great. Just then
Andrew opened his eyes and looked at us curiously. Two sky-blue lanterns
took both of our breath away: I was head over heels for Nick. I couldn't
keep staring at it because they took it out of my hands. "You'll have to stay
in the incubator until we're sure everything's okay." This little boy really
wanted to be born. I bit my lip hard when I heard how he started crying
again, furious that they were bothering him again. He had been so
comfortable with me...
Andrew Morgan Leister was born on a Saturday in July and weighed
exactly two kilos. He spent two nights in the incubator until I was finally
able to have him with me. I was released a few hours later and Nick took us
home so we could rest. I still felt limp and exhausted. I hadn't slept more
than a few hours, worried about my precious baby, the baby who at that
moment was sound asleep in the car seat we had in the back seat. Nick
hadn't left me for a minute, he was just as tired as I was, but he seemed
happier than ever. Our parents had been in the hospital, everyone was crazy
about Andrew, everyone wanted to hold him, put him to sleep and tuck him
in, but my little boy only found peace in my arms. When we got home, I
found a bunch of balloons and gift baskets with cards in which they
congratulated us. We had been harassed by journalists when we left the
hospital and I never thought they would bother to give us something. Nick
saw to it that the pushchair was lowered with Andy in it and I was glad to
be able to go home. The last few days had been crazy. I took my baby in my
arms and climbed up to our bed. Nick came up behind me. I should have
put him in his crib, that precious crib we had prepared for him in his room,
but it hurt just to think of leaving him there alone. We sleep together, with
Andy between us. "I can't believe he's here with us already," Nick confessed
to me as he ran one of his fingers over Andrew's rosy cheeks. "He's the
prettiest baby I've ever seen," I declared, bending down to sniff his little
head. He smelled so exquisitely good... It's not because I was his mother,
it's because he was a beautiful baby. All blue eyes and fat cheeks. Jenna had
given him the little outfit she was wearing, a teal blue ensemble with "I'm
Number 1" etched in the center. I smiled happy to be home, to be with Nick,
that the worst was over... Or so I thought then. Oddly enough, it wasn't
difficult for us to adjust to Andy. He was not a baby who cried all day, on
the contrary, sometimes we had to wake him up to feed him. For some
unknown reason he had only been able to nurse her for the first two weeks
after he was born. I started noticing that the baby was having a hard time
sucking and that I couldn't really nurse anymore. It hurt me to lose that
special bond with him, there is nothing more magical than feeding your
baby, feeling it against you, but there was nothing we could do.
"Look at it on the bright side," Jenna said, cradling Andy with a rapt gaze.
Your boobs won't fall off. I rolled my eyes. If she was ever the one with a
baby she would understand why she was so depressed about it. "I want
one," Jenna declared then, catching me off guard. I laughed as she
continued folding and placing Andy's clothes in her bedroom closet. She
had so many clothes that half she was not going to be able to put on.
Andrew grew by leaps and bounds, nothing to do with how tiny he was
when he was born. He now he already weighed almost four and a half kilos.
"Tell that to Lion," I said, sitting across from her and watching the pacifier
sway on Andy's chubby lips. Having stopped breastfeeding, we had given in
to that whim. Andrew did not part with the pacifier even by force. "I've told
him... But he says he wants to wait," he explained making a face. I'll have to
do some trick for an accident to happen. "Jenna!" I exclaimed, opening my
eyes wide. My friend laughed and her laughter woke up the baby. I took it
from her hands as she rocked it back to sleep. -It's a joke! Jenna replied,
having fun at my expense. After a while she and Lion left and Nick came
looking for me. He found me sitting on the couch with Andy awake but
calm in my arms. His eyes didn't separate from mine, he seemed to want to
tell me something. Nick kissed the top of my head and sat down opposite
me on the footrest. "I see you well," he commented to me, smiling, leaning
on his knees and fixing his eyes on both of them. "It's amazing that it's
already been three weeks since he was relentlessly pushing this little guy
out," I said, running my fingers through his dark fur. His skin was so soft
she could spend hours caressing him. "I wanted to tell you something,
Noah," Nick announced, suddenly serious. I looked up at him. "Is
something wrong?" I knew he'd been nervous because the trial against the
man who shot him was in two weeks. We were all anxiously awaiting the
moment when that bastard was put behind bars. "Nothing happens...or
actually everything happens," he told me, taking my hand and kissing my
knuckles. I wanted to tell you that you've made me the happiest man in the
world, freckles," he said leaning over and kissing the top of Andy's head,
who had already closed his eyes, asleep and oblivious to everything.
Everything we've experienced, all the situations we've had to face together...
It's been a long time since that first kiss we shared in that car, on a summer
night like this, under the stars. I remember that I was dying for an excuse
that would lead me to taste your mouth, touch your skin and caress you
everywhere. You have made me a better person, Noah, you have saved me
from a lonely and empty life, a life in which love had no place and was
ruled by hate. You are always capable of finding a way to justify people's
mistakes, you always want to see the positive side in all the people who
appear in your life... And if there is an unjustifiable mistake that can be
applied to me, it is not having done this before... With my heart in my fist, I
watched as he took out a small black velvet box from his pocket. When he
opened it, I gasped to see a beautiful, dazzling ring. "Marry me,
Noah...share your life with me once and for all. Be mine and I will be yours
forever. My hand went to my mouth, momentarily lost for words. "I..." He
continued with a lump in his throat. I noticed Andrew, asleep between the
two of us; suddenly my hands were shaking. Nick picked up the baby and
carefully placed it in the crib. Then he came over to me, knelt down in front
of where she was sitting, and locked eyes with me. -What do you say,
freckles?
A smile appeared on my lips helplessly. I tugged at the lapel of his shirt and
kissed him vehemently on the mouth. "Is that a yes," he asked, smiling
against my lips. "Of course," I said excitedly, my eyes moist with
happiness. Nick took my hand and placed the ring on the ring finger of my
left hand. "I love you so much..." he said kissing me again. He picked me
up and led me to the room. We loved each other madly, we caressed each
other, we kissed each other and we made all kinds of promises. I wanted
him to shower me with kisses and he did, I wanted to feel him very very
close and it pleased me in the best way... When Andrew was one month old,
Nick had to go back to work. He didn't really stop doing it at any time, but
he did it from home, sitting on the couch and with the laptop on his lap. I
loved going into the living room and seeing him with Andy asleep on his
chest while he typed seriously, his gaze fixed on the screen. Seeing them
together melted my soul. Two brown heads, two pairs of light blue eyes...
they were so alike that sometimes it even bothered me. "You'll be happy..." I
reproached him one day while we were playing with him on our double
bed. He hasn't even gotten the whites out of my eyes... Nick smiled proudly,
but shook his head. "She'll have your freckles... I know." "And he'll hate me
for it." Nicholas laughed. "Our baby is going to be a heartbreaker, Noah. I
have no doubt. Andy laughed for the first time and we both gawked at him.
That child had completely captivated us and now we were totally at his
mercy. A month after Andy was born, specifically on a Monday, Jenna
came to pick me up to go for a walk downtown. I had barely been out since
I had Andy and it still made me nervous to take him out of the house, but
after a lot of insistence from my friend I ended up taking the robot cart,
which I had learned to use recently, and we walked towards the mall that
was a few few blocks from home. It was very hot, and I didn't want Andy to
be in the sun, so we went into a cafeteria to talk about my wedding and all
the preparations that were already on Jenna's mind. "I already told you,
Jenn," I warned her wearily. We are engaged, but we are not going to get
married until the child is a little older. -That's silly! "No, it's not, I can't plan
a wedding and take care of a newborn!" "I'll organize it for you, silly!" I
shook my head in exasperation and continued listening to her spiel. Our
parents had been very happy when we told them that we were going to get
married. None of them was very amused that we had done things
backwards. We'd both been raised to follow convention, even when it came
to matrimony-falling in love, getting married, living together, and then
having kids-but Nick and I had made it pretty clear that we weren't
conventional at all. To be honest, I hadn't given a moment's thought to
marriage, I had been so focused on the baby and Nick, that she took me
completely by surprise. We were too young to commit for life, but we were
too young to have a child, and too young to have experiences that escaped
ordinary people. I was happy and so was Nick, and that was what mattered.
A couple of hours later we decided to head home. Steve no longer
accompanied me everywhere. After prodding Nick a lot, and seeing that
everything was more or less back to normal, I made him understand that it
was exaggerated to have someone watching my back all the time. Nicholas,
on the other hand, rubbed shoulders with important people, the trial was a
media issue that was the order of the day and it was he who had been
attacked almost to the point of taking his life. I was afraid for him, Steve
was the best in his profession and, speaking clearly, the poor thing was
bored to death accompanying me to the park or to buy diapers. Nick ended
up accepting and that same night they traveled together to San Francisco.
He had told me that he was going to try to return at night, but I knew that
his meetings there took longer than expected. It was going to be my first
night alone since I'd had Andrew and Nick was nervous. I wasn't worried, I
knew how to handle the baby perfectly and I declined his offer to
accompany him. I didn't want to get on a plane with a one-month-old and I
didn't want to change his routines either.
Nick stopped insisting as soon as I explained my reasons. "Are you sure
you don't want me to come with you?" my friend asked me when I told her I
had to stop by the pharmacy. Andrew had a diaper rash and the poor thing
was having a pretty rough time. "Don't worry," I replied and hugged her
goodbye. Jenna bent down to kiss Andy on the top of the head. "The clothes
I buy her are the best," she stated, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. That
day she was wearing little white shorts with a little shirt that had another
message in the center.
I ONLY TAKEN EIGHT HOURS TO GET OUT.
"Take care of my godson!" She yelled walking away. I went to the
pharmacy and bought the cream. On the way back, while I was pushing the
cart along the same street that I used to walk practically every day, I felt a
strange sensation. A chill ran down my spine. I turned my head to look over
my shoulder and saw no one. It felt weird not having Steve by my side, and
most likely I would have forgotten what it was like to go anywhere alone. I
kept walking, wanting to get home and the strange feeling was relegated to
oblivion. Andy hadn't stopped crying since we'd arrived. The rash he had
bothered him and any touch made him scream hysterically. He only calmed
down when he picked him up, face down: his little bottom looking up and
his little head resting on my arm. By this time he had laid him against my
chest, just like Nick always did, and he had finally fallen asleep. I put him
in the crib and tucked him in, staring at him. How could you love someone
so much and almost automatically? My little man... with his pacifier and his
chubby cheeks was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. He
suffered when he saw him cry and touched the stars when he saw him
smile. And to think that I had spent a lifetime without him... Now just
thinking about not having him with me made me faint. I got into bed after
chatting for a while with Nick, who I knew had had to pay for a hotel room
for the night. When I hung up I fell asleep almost instantly. I was exhausted.
I opened my eyes and all the hairs on my body stood on end. Don't ask me
why, it just happened. Everything was calm, but a feeling made me get up
on the mattress. My breathing quickened and I got up putting my feet on the
floor without making a sound. I forced myself to calm down. Most likely I
had woken up from some nightmare. They weren't recurring like before, but
since Nick wasn't with me, I was more prone to getting them again. This
time I didn't even remember her, but I tried to calm down before going to
see the baby. Andy was able to sense my mood instantly and if I was upset
or nervous he would cry angrily back. When I had calmed down a bit I left
the room and crossed the hall to Andrew's. My heart stopped. There was
someone there. My baby was not alone.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 57 guys...
CHAPTER 57:NOAH

CHAPTER 57
NOAH
My entire body tensed, petrified with fear as I was about to enter my
son's room. I did not pass the threshold. The woman with her back to me
heard me and turned almost automatically. I was out of breath. I knew her
and that only terrified me even more. -Briar. The red-haired girl before me
had nothing to do with the stunning woman who lived with me for months.
Her hair was shorter, almost to her shoulder length. She had dark circles
under her green eyes and not a drop of makeup on her small imperfections.
She was dressed in simple black pants and a gray sweatshirt. I repeat:
nothing to do with the stunning girl who lived with me for months. "Don't
move from that door, Morgan. Her stupid way of calling me, ignoring my
first name, made me clench my teeth hard. "What the hell do you think
you're doing here?" I asked without raising my voice. Andy was still asleep,
too close to Briar, who had been standing over her crib watching him until
I'd interrupted. I saw Briar's hand reach out of his pocket and the shiny
metal of a knife... His heart leaped immediately. I swallowed and was
rooted to the spot. "He wanted to meet Nick's son," she commented, turning
to the crib and smiling completely gawking. It didn't escape me that I
referred to Andy only as Nicholas's son. I tried to stay calm even though all
I wanted to do was pull her away from my baby and run out of the room.
"It's beautiful... nailed to it," she asserted, leaning down and caressing her
head. Automatically I took a step forward but her other hand, the one with
the knife, came up pointing its sharp tip at me, stopping me instantly. "I told
you not to move," she hissed furiously. "Briar, please..." I begged her as she
reached into her crib with both hands and lifted Andy into her arms, who
woke up instantly. My baby blinked several times, confused, and when I
saw her pick it up, I knew what was going to happen. Andrew burst into
tears, breaking the tense silence that had filled the room. I clenched my
hands tightly, wanting to hold him, wanting to reassure him. A terrible
hatred ran through my body. Nothing mattered to me then, I would kill her,
I would kill her if she hurt my baby. Briar cradled him to stop crying, and I
gasped as the knife in his right hand came dangerously close to Andy's
body. "You're getting it wrong," I scolded him when I saw him cry,
desperate for him to let go, to get him to get that damn weapon away from
my newborn baby. Briar looked up at me and seemed a little harried. "Turn
it face down," I instructed, controlling my tone of voice. So..." I nodded
when she did as I asked. In that position she could hold the baby in one arm
and the damn knife in the other. Andy whimpered, but finally calmed down.
Briar was pleased as she cradled him humming a song she had never heard
before. "You know," she said, fixing her eyes on mine. My baby also had
blue eyes... I swallowed without understanding.
"I didn't have an abortion," she told me, looking at me defiantly. Nicholas's
father gave me the money to do it... But I didn't. But then... "I lost it," he
stated as his eyes moistened, bringing out their beautiful emerald green
color. My entire family turned their backs on me when I confessed that I
was six months pregnant. I tried to hide it but, unlike you, I couldn't help
but gain weight. She began to show me practically at eight weeks. My God.
He had red hair like me and he had the same eyes as Nicholas. Hearing her
say that broke my heart. Not just because her baby had died, but because
that baby was also Nicholas's. Looking at my son in his arms, I felt panic at
the idea of something like this happening to him. "I only got to hold him
once." "Briar... I'm so sorry..." Briar raised the arm that was holding Andy
up to sniff his little head. "I warned you about Nicholas... but you didn't
listen. His eyes glared at me this time. Andy shifted restlessly. "Briar,
please... please give me my baby," I begged, feeling tears come to my eyes.
Briar shook her head. "I was there before, Noah..." he replied, calling my
name for the first time. You don't deserve to be a mother before me...
Nicholas doesn't deserve this baby. I didn't know what to do... Desperate, I
looked in both directions looking for something that could serve as a
weapon. Briar was crazy, I always knew that girl had a problem, she had
lied to me making me believe that Nick was sleeping with her while I was
with her, she had lied to me saying that it was he who had forced her to
have an abortion... -I'm a better mother than you," she stated, picking up the
bag on the changing table. I hadn't put it there, Briar must have made it
while I slept. I felt like the worst mother in the world. How had I not heard
her? My eyes fell on the intercom by her crib. It was turned off. "Briar, you
can't take him away!" I begged loudly when she threatened me with the
knife and asked me to move away from the door. Andrew woke up and
started crying again. -Look what you have done! She yelled looking at me
furiously. "Please give it to me, Briar, I'm his mother!" She started rocking
him haphazardly, Andy squirmed in his arms, he was scared, she was
holding him right where the rash was. "Give it to me, damn it, you're
hurting him!" The crying of the baby filled the room, interrupting the
silence of the night. Briar put the backpack down to better control Andrew
and raised the knife in my direction. Then his eyes, which had been fixed
on mine until now, drifted to a point at the height of my shoulder. I heard a
noise and before I could turn someone grabbed me from behind, my back
colliding with a hard chest and a hand clamped over my mouth, stifling the
scream that caught in my throat. "I've been dying to hug you," a familiar
voice whispered in my ear. My heart stopped beating to start the fastest run
of his life. Michael. I tried to break free of his grip, but he wouldn't let me.
The stench of alcohol that her body gave off was disgusting. Briar's eyes lit
up at my assailant and I tried with all my might to find some kind of
connection between the two of them. How the hell had the two most hurtful
people ended up in the same room and threatening me and my baby? "Do
you have everything you need, sweetie," Michael asked Briar, to which she
nodded, picking up her hand again. backpack with baby things. I felt a
terrible fear seize me, fear and anger. -Let go! "I'm going to take him away
and you're not going to stop me," she threatened me without even looking at
me. Michael tugged at me to clear the way for Briar. "Wait for me
downstairs," he said in an authoritative tone he'd never heard her use before.
My heart almost stopped when he started to walk towards the door.
"Briar... Briar, please... give it back to me, please." I cried trying to break
free of Michael's arms. Briar stopped for a moment. His eyes flicked up to
me, then to Michael, and finally to Andy. "I'm sorry, Noah," he apologized,
disappearing down the stairs. -No! -scream with all my might. Andrew
screeched hysterically and Michael spun me around so that my back was
against the wall. "Did you think you were going to go on with your damn
life like it was nothing? Did you think I was going to let that asshole have
you to himself without me doing anything about it?" I began to cry
uncontrollably. I couldn't believe that this was happening to me. Nicholas
was away, Steve too... Then I remembered a conversation with Nick from
just a few weeks ago. I hadn't paid much attention to him, he was always so
obsessed with my safety, always so worried that someone would want to
hurt us again... Now I understood better why he had agreed to take Steve
with him...
"I've got an alarm set up in the house, Noah," Nick had told me as I'd
been feeding Andrew a bottle, gawking and unable to take my eyes off my
baby. Given your history with alarms, and so that you don't have to enter
passwords every time you enter or leave, I have told them to place a panic
button, you just have to press it and it will activate in the control panel. Are
you listening to me? I looked up from the baby and smiled up at him.
"Yeah, yeah, panic alarm, sure I hear you. Nicholas came over to me with a
sigh. "Panic button, Noah, it's under the kitchen counter. At that point Andy
made some adorable cooing sounds and my attention was diverted again.
Nicholas snatched the baby from me, glaring at me. "Fuck Noah, this is
important! I glared at him and raised my arms. -I have heard you, you are
exaggerating, but I have understood, now give me Andrew. Nick sighed,
shook his head, and handed me the baby. -Remind me to tell you exactly
where he is... But I wasn't listening to him anymore... and I didn't remind
him of anything at all...
"That ten thousand dollars he gave me to get out of here did me good for
a while...but your boyfriend has a lot more than ten thousand dollars, right,
honey," Michael asked, snapping me out of my reverie. He wanted money...
Why wasn't he surprised? "You're a son of a bitch," I blurted out, hating him
like I've never come to hate anyone. Michael's jaw clenched and before he
could stop himself he had slapped me across the face. "Don't insult my
mother again. You heard me! I trembled with fear, but I tried to be strong. I
couldn't believe he had hit me... "Now tell me where the hell is the safe?" I
knew there was one in our room. The password had been chosen by Nick, it
was the day we had met. I told him where he was and he pushed me into the
bedroom. His eyes fell on the unmade bed, the beautiful furniture, and the
photo we had framed and hung above the bed. Jenna had done it for us and
the three of us were hanging out: Nick, Andy and me. "What would your
boyfriend say if I fucked you again and this time on top of your precious
bed? Do you think he would forgive you again? Or would he leave you
lying like he didn't hesitate to do two years ago?" calm. Michael laughed
and moved the box I indicated. Behind it was the silver safe. "Put in the
key." He pulled me until I was right in front of him. He did what he asked
and when he opened it his eyes lit up. "Fuck, with your boyfriend..." he
exclaimed, picking up the wads of bills that he had piled up along with
some documents. If he has all this in his fucking house, I don't even want to
think about what he'll have in the bank. I clenched my fists tightly. "Take
the damn money and get out of here. Michael smiled, stuffed the wads of
five hundred bills into the backpack he was carrying, then pushed me down
the stairs. Briar was sitting on the couch, Andy asleep in her arms. When I
saw that he was fine, I felt my heart start working again. I didn't care about
the money... If it were up to me, I'd even give him the clothes I was
wearing, but please, don't hurt Andy, please, don't hurt him. "Can we go
now," Briar asked nervously. "In a minute, honey," Michael replied,
glancing around the rest of the room. When she pulled me towards the
kitchen I felt adrenaline pumping from every pore of my skin. Where's the
bloody alarm, Nicholas? Briar got up with Andy in her arms and followed
us. She hated to see how she held him, as if she were hers, as if my baby
belonged to her. Michael put the backpack full of money on the table and
forced me to sit in one of the chairs. Briar looked from one to the other,
alternately. She looked like a child waiting to be told what to do. "What's
your plan, Michael?" I asked, trying to lengthen his stay in that room. If
they left before I could raise the alarm, chances are I'd never see my baby
again. Take the money and my son to get back at Nicholas? "That's exactly
what I'm going to do," she replied, smiling and opening the fridge. He
picked up a beer and looked me straight in the eye. I love seeing you so
scared... It drives me crazy to move around this house, drink your beer and
know that I have your family at my mercy. I shivered as I sat in the chair,
wondering how she had been such an idiot that she hadn't seen what
Michael O'Neil really looked like. "You always try to justify people's
mistakes..."
Nicholas's words hit me almost as hard as the slap Michael had given me a
few minutes ago. I wanted to see the good in him, it was true, I wanted to
find a reason why he took advantage of my vulnerability and now I
understood that there is no good in everyone. Bad people exist, simple as
that. Andy started whimpering again and Michael looked away from me to
fix on my son. "I really wanted to meet little Leister..." he confessed,
reaching over and taking the child from Briar. I jumped to my feet. -Do not
touch it! I yelled making him cry, as was my intention. Michael ignored my
warning and stroked her little head. "It looks so much like him that it
disgusts me," he commented, handing it back to Briar. Andrew continued to
cry. "He's hungry," I announced, looking Michael in the eye, "let me fix him
a bottle." Michael smiled amused. "I'm sure you know how to ask for it
better," he said, approaching me. His breath of alcohol made me gag.
"Please," I asked trying to control the disgust and hatred I felt towards him.
Michael caught me around the waist and buried his mouth on my neck. I
went ramrod straight and held back tears. "Make her shut up," he
commanded in my ear, releasing me a second later. I turned away from him
almost immediately and walked around the kitchen island to get the bottle,
cereal powders, and milk. As I did, my fingers fumbled under the counter
for the damn alarm. Michael, meanwhile, was finishing his beer with a
stupid smile on his lips. I didn't understand why he was still there: if I were
him I would have left as soon as I had taken the money, but seeing how
comfortable he was, I understood that this was more about making me
suffer than running off with the bills. He enjoyed, as he had rightly said,
taking Nicholas's place in this house. I almost got something when my
fingers finally tripped over something under the counter. It was the panic
button! I pressed him, praying that the police would be here soon. I heated
the milk in a bain-marie. When the bottle was ready I went over to Briar.
"Let me give it to him," I asked with pleading eyes. "No," he refused,
snatching the bottle from my hand. Michael watched me. "You know,
Noah," he said, changing his former jovial tone to a much darker one. I
could have given you this..." he stated, pointing around. We would have
been happy if you didn't cling to someone like Leister... What's up? Do you
like being treated like ass? Tell me... I can do that too if you want.
-Leave me alone! she squealed, facing him. You're such an idiot you're
going to spend your whole damn life in jail! And you too! I yelled at Briar.
Can't you see that he is manipulating you? He did the same to me! -Be
quiet! Briar ordered angrily. Michael has helped me more than anything or
anyone... we're going to leave here together... Aren't we?" he said, looking
at Michael with eyes sparkling with emotion. I shook my head, not
understanding anything. "What the hell have you done to him?" I asked,
turning to him. Michael went to answer, but then the noise of police sirens
began to be heard in the distance. I would have been relieved to hear them
if it wasn't for the fact that all I cared about was Briar giving me Andy back.
If the police came in and that psycho had it, I didn't even want to imagine
what could happen. Michael turned to me, slamming the beer down on the
table and grabbing my arm tight. "What the hell did you do?" he said,
shaking me. My teeth chattered, but I smiled. "Silent alarm. You have half a
second to get the hell out of here. Briar looked startled at Michael and then
back at me. Andy began to bellow and squirm, perhaps because the
intensity of the noise from the alarms was increasing by the minute.
Michael released me, picked up the backpack from the table, and turned to
Briar. -Come on! He yelled opening the door that led to the garden. Briar
was scared to death, she could see it in her eyes. Andy was crying and all
she seemed to want was to make him calm down. "Briar, give it back to
me..." I begged. Michael didn't wait another second. He walked out the
door, backpack on his back and not looking back. I wanted the police to
catch him, I wanted with all my strength, although at that moment my eyes
could only focus on the woman in front of me, the woman who had my son
in his arms. He started to walk backwards as I approached her and forced
her back to the front door that opened onto the street. She stopped looking
at me scared. "I'm sorry, Noah...I thought I died when she opened the door
to leave." Andrew's cries pierced my soul. My baby suffered and I couldn't
do anything, they were taking it away, they were taking it away from me.
My worst fears were coming true and there was nothing I could do. Then
two police cars came around the corner. When she saw them, Briar stopped,
her eyes wide. "I'm the one who should take care of him," she said, looking
at me with hatred and squeezing my baby tightly. Her screams sharpened,
breaking my soul. She ran outside, but a police car pulled up right in front
of the house. -Drop your weapon! a policeman ordered her, pointing a gun
at her. I covered my mouth with my hand. No! They could give my baby!
Briar looked across the street, but another police car pulled up just then,
cutting off any chance of escape. -Drop your weapon! They yelled again.
Briar looked at me, her eyes brimming with tears. A second later the knife
fell to the pavement. "Now put the baby down carefully, take two steps
away, and kneel down!" I held my breath and stared at Briar, who looked
completely dazed. She lifted Andy up, kissed him on the top of the head,
and slowly lowered herself down to lower him to the ground. The little one
writhed and cried like never before. A sob escaped my throat as Briar
backed away from Andy and did as the cops told her. I ran out to where my
son was, picked him up and brought him to my chest: never in my life had I
felt so afraid, never in my life had I wanted to kill someone. My legs
trembled and I knelt on the ground for fear of falling. Andy was crying
against my chest as I tried to calm him down. I didn't even know what was
happening around me, nothing mattered more to me than knowing that my
baby was with me again. "Ma'am, let me help you," a policeman offered to
help me up. My whole body was shaking, I could barely control the sobs
that escaped my throat. "Michael...has escaped through the garden gate..." I
informed him, shaking like a leaf. The policeman asked me to describe the
assailant and they sent reinforcements to look for him. They took me inside
the house, they wanted to ask me questions, they wanted a doctor to check
me and Andrew, but I refused, I asked them to leave me alone and I locked
myself with Andy in his room.
The white bodysuit with little bees that I had put her to sleep in was all
stained by dirt from the road. I took off his dirty clothes and changed him
while he kept crying. I sat with him on the couch and didn't stop rocking
him until he finally stopped crying. His little eyes never left my face.
"That's it..." I whispered, cradling him against my chest. It's over, my life...
Only when I found out that Andy was fast asleep did I allow myself to go
down to the living room with him in my arms. "Mrs. Leister, we have a few
questions to ask you," the policeman announced to me. Her husband is on
his way, we have taken it upon ourselves to notify him of what has
happened... "Nicholas..." she hadn't thought of him once. My thoughts and
attentions had been focused only on the baby in my arms sleeping
peacefully. "We've captured Michael O'Neil, ma'am," one of the policemen
there announced. He tried to run away, but we were able to take him down
easily. He had no weapons. I nodded, though I didn't feel any relief. I still
couldn't believe what had happened, I was in a state of shock and I just
wanted to lock myself in my room with Andy and not see anyone else.
"Apparently Mr. O'Neil was treating Ms. Palvin in a program for people
with mental disorders. What? "Briar..." I asked, not believing what she was
hearing. "Miss Palvin was admitted to that center four and a half months
ago. She apparently tried to take her life and her parents locked her up for
her own good. Mr. O'Neil must have pulled her out of the center of her
without anyone noticing her. He couldn't believe it... even though taking
advantage of her patients seemed to be that bastard's favorite pastime. I
could see Michael's satisfaction that he was dealing with someone from my
past and from Nicholas as well. She could almost hear the chatter between
the two of them: Briar, hurt by what she had been through with Nick, and
Michael, feeding on her pain to blackmail her into doing what she did. I
controlled the urge to cry and spent the next few hours giving a statement.
They let me do it at home, I said I wasn't going to move from there, in any
way. I called Jenna on the phone after the cops left: she didn't want to be
left alone. She and Lion came over immediately, shocked and frightened by
what had happened. "I'm tired," I admitted after we had tea in the kitchen. I
was still holding Andy asleep against my chest and I refused to let go. "I'm
going to lie down for a while." Jenna nodded and told me not to worry
about her. She hadn't been able to talk to Nick because he had caught the
first flight to Los Angeles and now he was flying himself. I got into bed
with Andy next to me and tried to get some rest. I still had the shock in my
body and I didn't know how long it would take me to recover from what had
happened.
I opened my eyes a couple of hours later. My heart stopped when I saw
Andy wasn't in bed with me. I sat up in terror but stopped when I saw Nick
sitting across from our bed with Andrew asleep against his chest. His nose
nuzzled her little head and his eyes flicked in my direction when he heard
that he had woken me up. I took a deep breath of relief and began to cry.
Nicholas stood up with our son in his arms and came over to where I was
standing motionless, unable to stop crying and feeling so guilty he could
barely open his mouth. It had all been my fault... Nicholas had warned me
about Michael and I hadn't wanted to listen to him. Surely it had been
Charlie who had given him my home address... My son could be dead
because of me... "Nick..." I sobbed uncontrollably. I'm so sorry...he pulled
me close to his chest, our baby still asleep between us. I buried my head in
his neck and let him hold me tight. "Sh... Noah," he cut me off, his voice
cracking as he reached up and buried his hand in my hair. Don't be sorry... I
didn't even think that son of a bitch could do such a thing... I moved away
from his neck so I could look into his eyes. His pretty blue eyes were
bloodshot and stared at me like they never had before. "Andy is fine..." I
said trying to comfort both of us. "If something had happened to you... I
don't know what I would have done, Noah." I hugged him and kissed him
on the cheek. "Luckily you're here," I commented bringing my lips closer to
his. He kissed me hard, holding me against him for what could have been
minutes. "Did he do something to you, Noah..." he asked, gently touching
the mark he must have had from the slap he had given me. Nick seemed to
be holding his breath, waiting fearfully for my answer. "I'm fine...he
threatened me, but he hasn't touched me," I replied, trying to speak to him
calmly, trying to show that he hadn't been so horrible, even though he had
lived through hell. His thumb gently caressed my cheek again. "I want to
kill him," he confessed to me a second later, and I saw hate cross his
features. "He's going to spend a lot of time in jail... that will be punishment
enough." Nick pulled me into his mouth, and our lips met in a desperate,
anguished kiss. As we parted we heard Andrew make a little noise as he
moved his little head. He was awake and staring at us. I smiled combing his
hair back. "I love you so much I don't even know how to express it," Nick
told me, hugging us carefully. The three of us got into bed. Nick hugging
me from behind and Andy asleep next to me. They were never going to hurt
my family again.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._)
Be ready for chapter 58 guys...
CHAPTER 58:NICK

CHAPTER 58
NICK
Finding out about everything that had happened with Michael and Briar
being in another city with nothing to do except catch a plane, had tortured
me. I only calmed down when hours later I was able to enter our house.
Jenna and Lion were awake, drinking coffee and talking softly when I
opened the front door. Everything was calm, there were no policemen and
there was no blood... There was nothing like what I had been imagining in
the time it took me to get there. "Where's Noah?" I asked by way of
greeting. I couldn't entertain myself with them, I needed to see for myself
that the two people I loved most in the world were okay. I went upstairs and
first peeked into the baby's room. Seeing that he was not there, I went
directly to our room with nerves on the surface. As I walked in, I let out the
breath I had been holding: Noah was asleep, and next to him, our precious
baby waggled his legs and arms, awake. I approached with my heart in a
fist. Andy was looking up, her pacifier in her little mouth and her little eyes
puffy from crying. I picked him up in my arms and held him close to me.
They had wanted to take it from us. Andy made a plaintive little noise and I
took him with me to sit on the sofa in front of the bed. "Hello, champ." I
greeted him, letting him take my finger in his tiny hand. You've been very
brave, son," I said, kissing his cheeks and imbuing myself with his newborn
aroma. Andy smiled as if he understood me. I held him close to me and I
couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks. How could they do
this to us Briar...Michael...That son of a bitch was going to rot in jail, I'd
make sure of it. I looked at Noah, it must have been horrible for her, damn,
that should never have happened. Steve should have been here... I should
have been here. I was truly grateful for having installed the alarm and that
Noah had known how to activate it. If I thought about what could have
happened... The next day, with things calmer, Noah told me everything that
had happened with hair and marks. I felt the vein in my neck throb wildly
from the way events had unfolded. I was also hurt when I found out that
Briar had lost the baby when she was six months pregnant. I never knew, if
he had known... It must have been horrible for her to go through it alone.
He had been my son too and when I looked at Andrew I realized that this
fact hurt me as much or more than anything else. I felt the need to go visit
her. Michael might rot in jail, but Briar was sick. Two weeks after what
happened, I went to the center where she had been admitted. She was
receiving treatment for depression and bipolar disorder. I always thought
that Briar had a problem that was beyond the understanding of anyone
around her. Her life had been similar to mine in that she grew up alone
surrounded by babysitters who didn't like her. Her parents seemed to only
take notice of her when she came home pregnant and only did so to turn
their backs on her.
I wished with all my heart that he would recover from what he had suffered.
But I would never forgive him for wanting to take my son from me. When I
got to the center they informed me that he was much better. He took his
medication and was much happier. When I entered her room, I found her
sitting on her bed, reading a book. According to what Noah had told me,
when he saw her she had looked battered and scruffy. The appearance of the
Briar before her was neither one nor the other. She was dressed in jeans and
a clean, sky-blue cotton T-shirt. Her short hair was tied up in a pretty bun
on top of her head and her beautiful eyes looked at me expectantly when
she saw me walk in. They had already informed him of my visit. She was
waiting for me. "Hello, Nicholas," she greeted me, closing the book and
placing it on the nightstand. I went over to her and asked if I could sit
down. "I haven't come to steal much of your time," I explained, not
knowing how to express my mixed feelings. She just wanted to tell you that
I'm sorry for what happened to our son. I never knew what had happened, if
I had known she would have supported you in whatever you had decided.
Briar listened to me with a calm face. "It wasn't in fate's plans for that baby
to be part of our lives," she stated, and I saw her eyes moisten, "but it was
precious... I took her hand in both of mine. Her words hurt me. "I'm so
sorry," I said, and it was true. I adored my baby and was counting the
seconds to return home with him and Noah, but that didn't stop me from
being heartbroken that this son of mine hadn't had a chance to live. "I'm
sorry for what I did," she lamented, breaking into the silence. I don't know
what happened to me...I...Michael...I thought he loved me, you know He
said things...about Noah and about you...I thought... "Now focus on getting
better, Briar." I advised him standing up. She looked at me with wide eyes.
"Do you think that one day I will be able to be like you? That one day I will
have someone who loves me the way you love Noah..." I chose my words
carefully. "I think there's a right person for each of us," I declared, looking
into her eyes. I never thought I could love someone as much as I love Noah,
you know more than anyone how broken I was inside. So yeah, I think
you're in for great things, Briar. One day you will wake up and someone
will turn your world upside down... you just have to wait for your moment.
I went to the door and stopped when he called me. "I put your name on it,"
she said, speaking behind my back. I had to tell you. I took a deep breath
and left the room.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 59 guys...
CHAPTER 59:NOAH

CHAPTER 59
NOAH
TWO YEARS LATER......
I had just graduated. Happiness ran through my veins and I couldn't stop
smiling. It hadn't been easy, I'm not going to lie to you. Going back to
college after having Andrew was very difficult for me. I hated to be away
from him, but little by little we adjusted. The obsession I seemed to have
had with my baby after they tried to take it from me healed over time, and
with Nick's help I once again felt safe and able to leave it with someone to
care for it while I went to class and took off my career. Nicholas had been
everything he had promised me and more. He swore to protect my dreams
and ambitions and help me not to have to give up anything and so it was.
Nick... my beautiful boyfriend who would one day become my husband.
We delayed the wedding until in the end we decided to do it so that we
could get married without stress. Andrew was already a little two-year-old
man, he drove us crazy but being older we could leave him to his
grandparents and take two weeks off to enjoy our honeymoon. I smiled with
joy when I received the diploma from the dean of the college and looked
around for my two favorite boys. Nick got up from his seat as I turned
contentedly onto the stage. Andy was clapping, sitting on top of Nick's
shoulders, his wild hair tousled just like his father's and his beady eyes over
something he didn't even understand. My mother and Will clapped happily
while Anabel and Maddie smiled my way. Anabel had gotten rid of cancer
and had resumed her relationship with Nick. Maddie still lived with Will,
but she spent weekends with her mother. They almost always came to our
house, Nick's mom was crazy about Andy and also Maddie. The girl had
become a beauty with blond hair and the face of an angel. With her ten
years of age she already managed to make people turn to look at her. We all
got together at our house to have a small celebration for my graduation. The
whole family and all our friends were there. At one point, taking advantage
of the fact that she had left me alone in the kitchen, Nicholas took me by the
hand and dragged me to our room. My back hit the door and his lips seized
mine with infinite passion and tenderness. "Tomorrow you'll finally be
mine, there's no escape, freckles," he said, kissing my neck reverently. "I'm
still in time to leave you standing at the altar," I warned him, laughing. He
responded with a strong bite on the shoulder that caused me pain and
pleasure at the same time. His hands slipped up my flared skirt and he lifted
me up forcing my legs around his hips, squeezing me against the wall. He
held me tight, not letting me move. "Explain to me again that stupid idea
about not having sex until we're married." It had been Jenna's idea. She
challenged us to spend two weeks without sex so that everything on the
honeymoon would be more intense and romantic, according to her. "I don't
know what you're talking about," I answered, pulling him towards me and
letting him kiss me on the mouth. Our tongues entwined and I moaned
softly as her hand slipped into forbidden places, mercilessly torturing me.
"Is this breaking the rules?" she asked. I threw my head back sighing
heavily and closing my eyes to enjoy his caresses. "You've always been
great at breaking them, I don't know why you're worrying now..." I pointed
out writhing under his hand, searching for what my body craved so much.
Nick kissed the upper part of my breasts, while his fingers continued to play
with my body. "Come on, love...give me what I want," he said, whispering
in my ear. And then there was a knock on the door. Nicholas stopped. I
opened my eyes. My agitated breathing, my trembling body. "What the hell
are you doing," Jenna's voice said from the other side of the door.
Oh shit. "Jenna, go away," Nick ordered, giving me a pick and setting me
on the ground. "As long as you don't come out right now...!" I cursed under
my breath, hating my friend with all my might. "Shall we go back to the
party," Nick asked, having a great time. -You're an Idiot. I will pay you with
the same coin. Nick backed me against the door and stared into my eyes. -
What makes you think that I'm not suffering the same or more than you at
this moment. A look at his crotch was enough to verify that what he said
was true. "No sex until we're married..." "Our parents would be proud." I
laughed at his last comment and we opened the door to face our annoying
friend. -Mommy! Andy said, holding out his little arms for me to pick up.
Jenna had it resting on her hips. Her six month old tummy was more than
visible under her yellow dress. I took my precious baby in my arms and
together we went down to the garden of our little house. Lion was watching
the barbecue and William was next to him. Both dressed in an apron that
said "I love the cook." Jenna's gift, of course she is. Andy jerked out of my
arms and I dropped him to the ground. He ran off to the swings where Mad
was waiting for him with open arms, ready to play with her little niece.
Nicholas walked over to them. He adored those children more than anyone
in the world... I looked around, my whole family was there, all were smiling
faces. The next day was going to be a great day.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._) Be ready for chapter 60 guys...
CHAPTER 60:NICK

CHAPTER 60
NICK
I stared at the beautiful woman in front of me. She was so beautiful that I
was breathless, she left me speechless... Damn, I was totally knocked out
seeing her walk into the church. All our family and friends were there, all
the people we cared about had come to see us join in holy matrimony. Noah
was excited. Her eyes shone trying to hold back tears. "Yes, I do," I said,
pronouncing each word clearly. "Noah, do you accept Nicholas Leister as
your husband, to love and respect him, in sickness and in health until death
do you part?" My precious bride smiled and locked her eyes with mine.
"Yes, I do," she replied with a shaky voice. "In the name of God and by the
power vested in me by the Holy Church, I pronounce you man and wife.
You may kiss the bride. Hell, she didn't have to tell me twice. I cupped her
cheeks in my hands and we melted into a kiss that took our breath away
from her. Our families cheered and I had to force myself away from her.
"You're all mine now, Mrs. Leister," I said happier than I've ever been in my
life. Noah smiled shedding a tear that I dried with my lips. The celebration
took place in front of the sea. The day was warm, perfect, and Noah was
stunning. He had put on a dress that I was going to have a hard time taking
off because of how beautiful she was. The white lace fitted her precious
body and descended, already converted into tulle, in the form of a puffed
skirt from the waist. Her shoulders were bare except for two thin strips of
white satin that crossed at the back, enhancing her beautiful figure. . His
freckles stood out more than ever... and he had a spectacular tan thanks to
the sun he had been taking days before the wedding: he drove me crazy.
"Are you ready to go?" I asked him hours later as he danced with her in the
middle of the dance floor. She had asked us to play "Young at Heart," and
Noah had cried with emotion when she remembered that beautiful night a
few years before when I showed her what a good dancer she was. It had
been the last night we had spent together before breaking up and she had
wanted to remember it to emphasize a moment that should never have come
to an end for her. Now, four years later, we danced it again, but this time
having sworn to love each other forever. Noah looked around for his
mother, who was cradling our little boy in her arms. He had stayed awake
longer than any of us had expected. He had run, played, danced and, finally,
had fallen asleep. "It'll be fine, Noah," I reassured her, giving her a kiss on
her forehead. -It's never been this long without being with either of you... -
He's going to have a great time playing with Maddie and eating your
mother's cookies. Noah turned his attention back to me and gave me a
hearty smile. "I love you so much," he declared, caressing the back of my
neck. I leaned down to take hold of his lips. He needed to be alone with her.
Already. We say goodbye to the guests and our relatives. When we had to
do Andrew, the scene took tearful overtones. The little one woke up when
Noah picked him up. They had dressed him in a tiny morning coat and he
was ready to eat it. "My little prince," Noah said, kissing his cheeks,
"behave yourself, okay?" I took it from him when I saw my new wife's eyes
water. If Andy saw her cry, this was going to turn into a full-blown crying
contest. I picked up my baby and lifted him up in the air making him laugh.
When I held him close to me, he hugged me and rested his little head
against my shoulder. "Nick...don't you think..." I gave him a warning look. I
needed to be alone with my wife. We were not going to take the child, that
matter was already settled. My mother came over and held up her hands for
me to give it to her. "Go now... This dwarf is in good hands." My mother
kissed me on the cheek saying goodbye to her and she left with Andrew.
The crying soon disappeared amid the noise of the crowd and the music. I
walked over to Noah, who was looking at the spot where my mother and
our baby had disappeared. "Come on," I said wrapping my arms around her.
We have to go, freckles. Noah turned to me and forced a smile. "Yeah, we'd
better get going."
People crowded at the door waiting to say goodbye. We hurried into the
white limousine that would take us to the hotel where I had reserved a
bridal suite. It was next to the airport, because the next day we were going
to Greece, to the city of Mykonos. He had rented a beautiful house on the
beach just for the two of them. We were going to spend a week there and
then another in Croatia, in a five-star hotel. She didn't want Noah to have to
worry about anything. The last two years she had only seen her study and
take care of our son. She needed this vacation more than anyone and I was
going to give it to her in style. When we arrived at the hotel we were
greeted with all the paraphernalia of the newlyweds. The room was huge
and I had asked for champagne, chocolates and fresh strawberries to be
waiting for us. When we walked in Noah's jaw dropped. "Have you
organized this?" "The one about things that can be done with a phone call,
right?" I said teasing her and pulling her until she crashed against my body.
"Are you ready for me to make love to you until it's time to leave for the
airport?" Noah looked at me, his eyes shining with desire. "You said the
flight wasn't until tomorrow at noon." I smiled wickedly. -Exact. We spent
the night loving each other without rest. I finally made her mine, with
everything that word meant. We undressed vehemently and ate each other
with kisses without giving up. His dress was relegated to oblivion, we made
love carefully, passionately, tenderly and wildly. We give ourselves over to
pleasure only as one can do when one is truly madly in love. Because if it
were a crime to love each other madly... we would plead guilty.

(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra,
Spanish book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if
you want to communicate with me ...my Instagram account
@_._priyeah_._)
EPILOGUE

EPILOGUE
NOAH
EIGHT YEARS LATER....
I closed the garage door with a smile on my face. "Daddy's going to freak
out more than ever, Julie," I said to my two-year-old daughter as we walked
around the garden to enter our spectacular house. It had not been long since
we had moved; Actually, that day was exactly two years old. When we
found out we were going to be parents for the second time, we realized that
our little house in the city was too small for us and we decided that the best
thing we could do was move to a bigger one, next to the beach so that the
children could enjoy the sea and all that it offered. The one most interested
in that change had been Nick. My little house in the center had been given
to me so that I could continue studying after Andrew was born. In the end,
for one reason or another, we didn't want to leave it until it was
unavoidable. Nick was happy to be able to live by the sea again, and I was
happy for him. Andrew had become a world-class surfer: at just ten years
old he had already competed in the national league and won many trophies,
so the move had been a joy for him too. Andrew was a carbon copy of
Nick, there was no denying that they were father and son and, as I stated as
soon as he was born, he hadn't even taken the whites out of me. Luckily
there was a little person who was practically identical to me: Julie, my
daughter, was blonde as the sun and her face was dotted with hundreds of
little freckles that made you want to kiss her. Her eyes were the only thing
she had inherited from Nick, a sky blue just like Andrew's. Julie was not
born by surprise; What's more, we were looking for her for six long years.
As I had supposed, my first pregnancy had been a true miracle, now that I
looked back I was sure that God had given us Andy as the only way to get
back together. When we found out she was a girl we were overjoyed.
Nicholas had a passion for her daughter, but she, faithful to her mother, did
not want to know anything about going into the sea, much less being put on
a floating board. My daughter was happy in my arms and I enjoyed
spending all my time with her. Andy came home all wet and with his feet
full of sand. "Can we have the cake now?" he asked, sitting down at the
table and pinching his sister's cheeks. Julie screamed like a heartbreak and
Andrew laughed with that same mischievous expression that he saw from
his father so many times a day, especially when we were alone. "When dad
comes," I answered. That day Nick was thirty-five years old. I still found it
hard to believe how quickly time had passed. It seemed to me that it was
yesterday when we walked together along the beaches of Mykonos,
absorbed in each other, eating kisses at night to continue doing the same
during the day. I had turned thirty in June and it was hard for me to get used
to the idea, too. Nick had asked me not to break the bank for his birthday,
he wanted a quiet family night out and I had honored his wishes...sort of. I
smiled as I finished icing the cake I'd been baking for him. The children
were in the living room watching cartoons, although Julie's hysterical
screams told me that they were probably fighting. I was startled when hands
grabbed me around the waist and an incredibly muscular body pressed
against my back.
"Are you cooking for me, freckles," Nick whispered in my ear, nibbling
sensually on my earlobe. "Don't get used to it," I released, leaving the
spatula on the table and turning to receive it as he deserved. "Happy
birthday," I said, raising my arms and pulling him in to kiss me on the lips.
Nick smiled over my mouth. "No surprise parties," he asked me, moving his
hand up my back and caressing me with tenderness and desire. I shook my
head. "Just us," I replied forcefully. Nicholas smirked and pulled me tight
against his body. A little person appeared to interrupt us, at our feet,
distracting us from our little romp. -Daddy! —Julie called Nicholas, raising
her arms high above her so that her father would take her in her arms. Nick
reluctantly pulled away from me and picked up his second favorite girl.
Contrary to Andy, who she had always loved when Nick threw him into the
air and made him spin non-stop, she Julie hated him. My girl was, in that
sense, very prim. Nick kissed her blonde curls and settled it on her hip
while he opened the fridge and took out a bottle of wine. In the background,
the noise of video games on TV was heard. "How is she, the most beautiful
girl in the world?" Nick asked Julie, tickling her. Our daughter laughed,
showing her only two teeth and moving her little legs hard for Nick to put
her on the ground. She ran out to find her brother. Nick moved closer to me
and kissed me on the mouth again. "Today is going to be a very long
night..." he warned me sensually. My stomach fluttered with anticipation,
and I forced myself to finish the cake. We had a nice family night, all ate
dinner together and sang Happy Birthday to him. Julie applauded like crazy,
it was one of the few songs that she sang without making a mistake, and
Andrew enjoyed eating the cake that he had wanted so much to try. As we
put the children to bed I took Nick by the hand and led him down to the first
floor. "I have a surprise for you," I announced nervously and couldn't help
but smile like an idiot. Nick looked at me suspiciously. "What have you
done, freckles? There aren't clowns or something coming out from behind
the couch, are they?" I rolled my eyes, that had only happened once.
"Come... you're going to love it," I said, opening the front door and
stopping in front of the garage. Nick put his hands in his pockets, looking at
me between amusement and curiosity. "Ready," I asked biting my lip. -No
way! He answered mocking me. I ignored him and hit the garage button to
open the doors. It was a huge garage, where we had a gym and kept many
of the children's toys. When the door finished opening, Nicholas's eyes
locked on what was before him. -Happy Birthday! I yelled excitedly. "Holy
shit..." he blurted out as the only comment. Have you gone crazy?” he said,
taking four steps forward. —I told you that I owed you a Ferrari, I don't
forget my promises. Nicholas looked at me incredulously and let out a
laugh that filled my chest with joy. He came to me and lifted me into his
arms, spinning me around. "I can't believe it..." he admitted, staring at me
for a second then frowning. Wait... he put me down and I knew a storm was
coming.
"Wouldn't you have..." he began to say as I surreptitiously moved away
from him. Tell me you haven't spent the money I deposited in your account
on a gift for me. I shrugged. “I told you I didn't want that money. -You are
my woman! "And you my husband!" I replied, unable to avoid my delight.
—I don't know whether to kill you or eat you with kisses... Tell me,
smartass, what do you want me to do to you? I smirked. -I want to run.
(Above mentioned words are all from the book of Culpa Nuestra, Spanish
book written by Mercedes Ronn, I just traslated this in English if you want
to communicate with me ...my Instagram account @_._priyeah_._)
END

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