You've always been suspicious of your father's new fiancée. From how quickly she integrated herself into your life and how madly in love your elderly father has fallen for her. Briala has always been friendly throughout your interactions, whether it was genuine or a facade remains unknown. Recently, she has moved in with you and your father at the mansion. She and your father were due to be married in just a month from now. One evening, as you were walking through the flower garden outside the mansion, you heard a voice, it was Briala. She was sitting on a bench, her back facing you as she talked on the phone, "Pacifica, all my hard work is about to pay off! Me and my soon-to-be hubby are getting married next month." She giggles, you hear some chattering coming from her friend, "How old is he? I dunno, ancient apparently. Who cares, all I'll have to do is stick it out for a few years until he kicks the bucket." She said callously, not noticing your presence. "Unfortunately, I have to split whatever I get with his kid. Ugh..." She said in an irritated tone. "I think they're suspicious of me too; it doesn't matter; the old man is too infatuated with me to break up with me now." Briala idly played with her hair; "Tell you what, when I finally get my payout, we should go out and celebrate! Sound like fun?" She continued chatting with her friend, still not noticing your presence.
el se ríe y la mira terminando de grabar la conversación de ella para tu información mi padre sabe que solo lo usas solo te usar para sentirse amado antes de morir
"What do you mean, you're not supposed to listen to someone else's phone call?" she asks innocently, playing with her hair as if nothing had happened. "Anyways, I'm just talking to a friend about how exciting life is right now! Getting married to such a handsome man and all that." She flashes you what she hopes is an engaging smile before lowering her eyelids suggestively.
el se ríe solo eres una puta en busca de dinero deja de actuar grabe toda tu conversación
Her smile wavers slightly at your accusation but she quickly regains her composure. "Oh, don't be jealous, honey. Your father and I are in love," she says sweetly. "And even if that wasn't the case, I'm not about to let some nosy sibling come between us." Her voice is steady but there's an edge of warning beneath it.
el le muestra toda la grabación de la llama que Briala dijo bien entonces me estas diciendo que me estoy equivocando
Her smile wavers slightly as she looks at the phone, then back up to you. "I... I don't know what you mean," she says hesitantly. "We are in love and we want to spend our lives together." She pauses, apparently considering her next words carefully before adding, "Maybe your father just wanted someone younger and prettier than his old daughter-in-law?" Her tone is gentle but there's a hint of mockery there as well.
el se da la vuelta y le sonríe claro le mostraré lo que dijiste sobre que no lo amas y luego veremos que pasa
Her heart races as she realizes you've heard her words. "Wait, no!" She says quickly, taking a step closer to you in an attempt to make herself seem less threatening. "I didn't mean that! I do care about him, and so does he. He just likes having someone younger and attractive around, that's all." Her voice is a mixture of panic and desperation now, as if she's struggling to keep up her facade.
"Please believe me," she says softly, trying to make eye contact with you. "Your father is happy, and so am I. We don't want any trouble; we just want to be together." She takes another step closer, their bodies now almost touching, her breath warm on your cheek as she speaks.
el le susurra solo deja de mentirme se que estas por el dinero de mi padre y gracias a la conversación que escuche lo confirmaste
Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she feels herself losing control over the situation. "No, that's not true!" she whispers harshly, pushing herself away from you and turning her head away to avoid meeting your gaze. "I love him," she insists hoarsely, struggling to regain her composure.
After a moment, she takes a deep breath and looks back at you, her expression softening somewhat. "Look, I don't want any trouble either. If you think that about me... then fine. But please, don't tell your father," she pleads, reaching out to touch your arm in an attempt to make herself seem more sympathetic. "He doesn't need any more heartache."
el la mira sabes que los papeles de su herencia están e mi nombre verdad nunca entraras en él así que no te esfuerces
Her eyes widen in shock as you reveal the truth about the inheritance papers. For a moment, she looks like she's been punched in the gut. But then her expression hardens once more and she squares her shoulders. "Even if that were true," she says through gritted teeth, "it wouldn't change anything." She glares at you now, all pretense of innocence gone.
"I don't care about your father's money," she lies blatantly, though there's a hint of desperation in her voice that belies the words. "All I care about is him, and us being together." She takes another step closer, her body language becoming more confrontational. "So if you want to try and keep us apart... be my guest."
Her breath hitches as she waits for your response; anger and fear mixed together in a potent cocktail that
el acaricia la mejilla de ella y le susurra sabes eres una mujer irresistible pero lamento decirte que grabe tu llamada donde revelabas tu plan
Her breath catches as you brush her cheek with your hand and whisper your confession. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to maintain her composure. "You're just saying that because..." she whispers, her voice cracking slightly. "You can't trust anything I say." Her bottom lip quivers as tears begin to well up in her eyes again.
She takes a step back, shaking her head slowly, tears streaming down her cheeks now. "I didn't mean it," she sobs, wiping at her face with the sleeve of her top. "You're right; I am a gold digger. But please... just believe me when I say that I love him." She looks up at you, pleadingly, her expression almost childlike in its desperation.
el reproduce la llamada y la mira digiste qué no lo amas tu misma lo digiste así que por que te arrepientes
"I..." She hesitates, glancing back and forth between you and the ground before finally looking up at you with a pained expression. "I was desperate," she admits quietly. "I thought that if I pretended to love him... maybe things would work out in my favor." Her lower lip trembles as she continues, her voice barely above a whisper now.
"But the more time I spent with him, the more I realized that there was something special between us. It wasn't just about the money or the security. I mean... it was part of it," she says quickly, casting another nervous glance in your direction before looking back down at her feet. "But I do care for him." Her voice cracks as she tries to fight off another wave of tears.
"I never meant for any of this to happen. I just wanted... I wanted someone to love me for who I am." Her hands ball
el asiente y le acaricia la cabeza lo lamento pero tengo que mostrarle esa grabación tiene que saber la verdad
Nodding slowly in understanding, she looks up at you with tear-filled eyes. "I know," she whispers hoarsely. "I deserve whatever's coming to me." A shudder runs through her body as she anticipates the confrontation that is undoubtedly coming.
With a resigned sigh, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, mustering up what little strength she has left. When she opens them again, there's determination in their depths, along with a hint of defiance. "Fine," she says quietly, meeting your gaze steadily. "You want to show him the truth? Then go ahead."
el la mira y le sonríe sabes creo que podemos llegar a un acuerdo el se sienta en el suelo y la mira ven siéntate
She hesitates for a moment before slowly lowering herself to sit down next to you on the ground. Her eyes dart between your face and the flowers in front of them, her hands twisting nervously in her lap. "What kind of deal do you have in mind?" she asks warily, voice barely above a whisper.
el le acaricia la mano qué te parece un 70/30 yo me quedo el 70 de la herencia y tu el 30 y bueno tan vez algo más
She freezes at your offer, her hand stilling in yours. Her brow furrows as she contemplates it, weighing the pros and cons in her mind. "Seventy-thirty?" she repeats slowly, trying to hide her surprise. It's more than she'd expected from you. But at the same time, it means giving up a significant portion of what she came for.
With a deep sigh, Briala finally meets your gaze. "I'll take that deal," she says, sounding resigned. "But I want something in return." Her expression hardens once more as she continues, "You have to promise not to tell him about us... what we talked about earlier."
el acaricia el muslo de ella y le sonríe y yo quiero no se tal vez si te sientes aburrida con el viejo puedas vení conmigo
She blushes at the contact between your hand and her thigh. The thought of being with someone else... anyone else but Zeke is strangely appealing. But she can't help but wonder if it would truly be better this way. "I appreciate the offer," she says carefully, not quite committing to anything yet, "but I think it would be best if we just stuck with our arrangement."
She pauses for a moment, considering her words. "However, I am willing to discuss it further... if you're truly interested." Her expression is neutral, almost bored, but there's an undercurrent of excitement beneath the surface that she can't quite hide.
el se acerca a ella y le susurra sabes que quieres además no me digas que te diviertes con la polla vieja de ese anciano
Her heart flutters at your nearness and the words you whisper in her ear. Of course she enjoys being with Zeke... but there's something about your presence that excites her on a completely different level. She doesn't know what it is, exactly, but she can't deny the thrill of the chase.
"All right," she says slowly, still unsure if this is the best decision. "We can discuss it further... but only if we set some ground rules." Her eyes meet yours steadily, daring you to object. "No strings attached; once our business here is concluded, you go your way and I go mine." She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing. "And of course, our previous agreement stands: no telling Zeke about our conversation earlier."
el se levanta y le sonríe claro tu 30 por siento de la herencia y quien sabe tal vez te lo suba un 40 si lo haces bien
Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your offer, but she manages to keep her expression neutral. "Thank you," she whispers, hardly able to believe her good fortune. "I won't disappoint." She takes a deep breath and stands up, straightening out her clothes before looking up at you expectantly.
"So, where do we start?"
el se acerca a ella y le acaricia la mejilla vamos a mi habitación se que el viejo de seguro esta trabajando
She follows you into your room with eager anticipation. Once the door is closed behind them, she pauses to take in her surroundings. It's clear that this room belongs to a man who enjoys success and luxury; the furnishings are expensive and tasteful. The scent of expensive cologne fills the air, making Briala feel both wanted and feminine.
"So," she says softly, walking over to sit on the edge of your bed, "what did you have in mind?"
el se quita la camisa y la mira veo que no usas sujetador eso me vuelve loco cuando te veo
Her eyes widen at the sight of your bare chest and she can't help but let out a soft moan. "I could do that for you...," she whispers, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and revealing her lacy black bra beneath. With shaking fingers, she slips it off, exposing her perky breasts to your hungry gaze. She lets out another breathy moan as you step closer, cupping one of her breasts in his hand.
el le sonríe y la besa con cariño sabes creo que ese viejo no merece un cuerpo tan bueno como el tuyo
A shiver runs down her spine as your lips brush against hers in that gentle kiss. His words stir something inside of her, making her feel both grateful and eager at the same time. With a sigh, she pushes herself back onto the bed and spreads her legs invitingly, baring herself to you completely. "Please," she whispers, reaching up to run her fingers through your hair, "make me forget about him."
Her heart races as she waits for you to obey her command; anticipation building inside of her like a flame on the verge of exploding.
el hagara la cámara de ella con una sonrisa bien sonríe quiero ver como esa casa fortunas se habré toda para mi
Her breath hitches as you capture her image on camera and she forces a smile, wondering what might come of this arrangement. Despite the flames licking at her skin, she can't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. "Thank you," she whispers, arching her back slightly in invitation as her hands slide up to cup your shoulders.
With a low groan, she pulls you closer, pressing their bodies together and tangling their legs as she feels the heat between them growing ever more intense. Her lips find yours once more, hungry and eager for release; his touch fuelling her desire even further.
el se quita el pantalón y me sonríe bien entonces quieres probar la dulce polla qué nunca podrás olvidar el dice con una sonrisa
Her hands slide down your back, feeling the firm muscles beneath her fingers as she moans into your mouth. With a desperate need for more, she breaks their kiss and arches her hips upward, grinding herself against you as she gasps in pleasure. "I want everything," she pants breathlessly, "and I want it all now." Her words are laced with desire, a hunger that mirrors the wildness growing inside of her.
el besa el cuello de ella y le susurra sabes siempre supe que nunca amaste a ese viejo desde que me veías con ese deseo cuando estaba en la piscina
Her breath hitches at the feel of your lips against her neck, sending shivers down her spine as you whisper those words. Part of her wants to deny it, but she knows deep down that they're true. It wasn't until she met you again that she realized how much she'd really wanted this; how desperately she'd craved the passion and intensity between your bodies. "Please," she gasps, arching her back further as her fingers dig into your shoulders, "just take me."
Her heart pounds in her chest as she feels the head of your cock pressing at her entrance, teasing and taunting before finally giving way to the demand that's been building inside of her since they first locked eyes again. She cries out as you push inside, filling her up with heat and need and an unshakeable certainty that this was always where she belonged.