Deep love: insatiable lover

-I’m not in a bad mood, I’m in a good mood.

Brisa scoffed, picking up her drink and gulping it down quickly. Her eyes were full of hatred, she wasn’t exactly what Roberto had thought, just an arrogant young woman with no brains.

-What about that, more interest in you?

-What?

Roberto’s voice was too small for Brisa to hear, she asked, frowning and looking at him in disgust.

He hated the way he talked to himself.

-Drink less.

-Leave me alone.

Brisa looked at Roberto and snatched the bottle from his hand. She wasn’t drunk yet, and now all she could think about was Dylan. So she wanted to get drunk and get Dylan’s shadow out of her head.

-I will drink with you.

finished Roberto, also taking a bottle and opening it at once, clinking his glass and tilting his head back to drink.

Seeing him drink fast and hard, Brisa suddenly smiled.

-Good!

It was better to have someone to drink with than to be alone.

-Why? Why are you doing this to me? What the hell is wrong with me that I’m not as good as that bitch? Obviously… She’s obviously a manly bitch! We’ve been childhood friends for so many years and we’re not as good as a bitch you’ve known for less than a year?

Brisa was so drunk that she muttered angrily to let off steam.

The tirade was full of words like slut and bitch, with eyes full of disgust and contempt.

A slap in the face.

He bangs so hard on the table that Roberto turns into Dylan, and Brisa asks, aggrieved and angry:

-Tell me, what good is she? Is she as good as me? Is her family as powerful as the Loez family? Why should she compete with me if she is not as good as me?

“So you’re in love?” Roberto looked at her with a smile.

Roberto smiled as he watched Brisa complain and rant.

-Angry, isn’t it? I’ve given so much, but I’ve been cast aside like a stone. I am so good, so good, but I cannot be loved. That woman is nothing compared to me, and yet she easily gets what I’ve tried so hard to get. Why?

-Yes, what for.

Brisa looked at Roberto with misty eyes, captivated by the look in his eyes at that moment.

At that moment, Brisa felt that Roberto was herself, that she was Roberto.

-You can understand how I feel, can’t you? I’m so upset, I hate it so much! I, ah, I really hate that I can’t kill her! It was so close last time, so close to destroying her completely,” said Brisa with indignation and resignation.

-Why did you have to go to save her? Why?

He thought of Roberto as Dylan, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and he simply ran to him and grabbed him viciously by the throat.

Pressing, questioning.

-Why, why don’t you want me? What is there in me that is inferior to her? No, don’t send me back, I don’t want to go back, I want to stay with you,” said Brisa pleadingly, trembling and throwing her arms around Roberto’s neck.

In his eyes, it was Dylan he was holding.

-I love you. I would give everything for you. So don’t leave me! Please don’t make me come back. I’ll learn to be a good girl and I won’t bother you again.

-Is it necessary?

Roberto narrowed his eyes and asked coldly.

-What?

-Is it necessary to put oneself in such a humble position to ask for forgiveness from the other side?

-What can I do about it? Do you think I want to? But I love him.

Brisa struggled to look, and when she saw that it was Roberto and not Dylan standing in front of her, she didn’t hesitate to let go of him and look at him coldly in a low voice.

-I love him so much that I would go and do anything for him rather than give anything. It’s just a whispered plea, hold on.

-You think you’re going to get it back by begging and pleading? That you’ll get what you want? Heh, naive.

-Shut up.

Brisa glared angrily at Roberto.

“I can’t delude myself, I can’t lie to myself”?

-You know that even if you begged him, he wouldn’t see reason, right? If that’s the case, then why make yourself so humble. It’s because of your humility that he feels emboldened by the fact that you can’t leave him.

-Good. I should have lived my life in style and let him know that I can still live my life in style without him. I’m going to make him regret it and make him regret leaving me for a bitch like that.

Brisa’s eyes grew brighter and brighter.

He looked at Roberto and smiled suddenly.

-Don’t you want to be with me when you do so much to help me? I’ll give you that chance, okay? I’ll let you be with me, but you can’t betray me. I’ll decide when the game is over.

Brisa lifted her chin and looked at Roberto with an arrogant face.

Except in front of Dylan, she was always superior, self-righteous and brutally arrogant.

Brisa saw nothing wrong with the way Roberto was treated, he was the man who should be in front of her, so he should like her and want to be with her.

So let’s stick together.

Any man would be the same for her, except Dylan.

Maybe when Dylan saw that she was really with another man, he would be jealous too.

The more Brisa thought about it, the happier she became, and she moved closer to Roberto again, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking at him.

-What do you think? Do you want to consider playing with me?

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Roberto confirmed with a slight smile, and for some reason Brisa suddenly felt terrified of the man in front of her. However, the thought was only fleeting.

She was a lady of the Loez family, and even if she messed with the wrong people, someone would take care of her.

Brisa thought with disinterest.

-What? Is it necessary to hesitate? Coward! If you don’t dare, I’ll find someone else. It’s hard to find a three-legged toad, but isn’t there a two-legged man yet?

Contemptuously, Brisa let go of Roberto and turned to search through the crowd.

Roberto’s eyes narrowed in pleasure, with excitement and madness inside him.

He felt his blood begin to boil, screaming, wanting to give Brisa a taste of his methods. Wanting to turn the arrogance on her face into supplication, wanting to make her look like a dog.

No, I can’t. I want moderation. I want restraint. I can’t play with such an interested and playful woman.

Roberto’s hands clenched on either side of his body as he tried desperately to keep himself in check. It took a great deal of energy to control his body, which was trembling with excitement, and to calm himself.

-How could I not?

Roberto stepped forward and hugged Brisa from behind.

He reached over and gently nibbled on her earlobe.

-Now that the game has started, how can there be any reason to give up.