My Enemy’s Daughter

HENRICO

She looks like a wild mare. Pacing back and forth as if he wanted to dig a hole in the ground or in my head, almost foaming at the mouth.

I watch her from the top of the stairs, hidden, safe, a few steps away for safety and am amused by the unusual situation. My mood was sour at not receiving any news about Alencar’s arrest.

He should be stuck at dawn, damn it!

I don’t know what the hell she’s doing here, but I’m enjoying the show. Guilhermino stares at her hypnotized, still shaken by the hurricane that Amelia can be.

I smile, even though I don’t understand anything. It’s funny to see her so restless and angry.

“Where is he?” he yells breathlessly, causing my friend to take two steps away.

“Who?” He says, looking at her scared.

The girl seems more impatient to hear her question as an answer. Snorting in displeasure.

“You know very well.” He says, pointing a finger in Guilhermino’s direction.

I find his behavior strange, his gaze scans every corner of the room looking for something and I’m intrigued.

Did she discover something?

He scratches his head, removing his cowboy hat in the act.

“I’m recognizing you.” Speak, irritating me with just that phrase. Seconds later, he tilts his head as if to do a better analysis.

I roll my eyes.

Moron.

“It’s the shy girl who loved to take care of the chickens.” He speaks, smiling at the end of the sentence.

Her countenance changes, transmuting into something more relaxed, her cheeks flushing. She lifts her small nose and looks away from his, but I manage to catch a glimpse of the melancholy in the pale irises.

Is she sad or angry?

“They were better than a lot of people. For me, they were perfect company.” He says and Guilhermino nods, pulling a smile with the girl’s declaration.

“You came to hunt for trouble, didn’t you?” my friend says, the condescending smile framing his lips. He’s starting to like the situation.

She doesn’t answer, just continues her survey with her eyes.

“Where is he?” He asks again and I begin to fear the reason for his visit.

Guilhermino’s eyes shift towards me, catching me in the act. I shake my head, signaling him not to turn me in, but his eyes mirror a glint of amusement and curiosity.

He scratches his chin, turning his attention to Amelia and freezes in place, nervous about his next move.

“Did you drive here?” Amelia’s eyes narrow in her direction and relief settles in my chest.

He’s distracting her.

“And what does it matter?” The sharp tongue brings back the image of the slight girl I knew years ago.

“Well, Queens is far and you must be tired.” She is silent.

“Hungry?” He insists on an answer, but when he doesn’t get anything, he just runs a hand over his face and lets out a weak laugh, muttering something under his breath that I can’t hear but makes Amelia blush. “I’ll have the beans put more water.” I frown, not understanding his behavior.

It was to send her away, not invite her to lunch.

He’s just kidding…

The girl also seems confused by the apparent invitation and stares at him in disbelief.

“That’s your problem, take it.” I freeze, seeing that his speech is directed at me. It only takes a few seconds for the green eyes to be drawn to where I am too.

Anger flickers in her pale irises when she sees me.

I scowl at Guilhermino, making it clear that we’re going to get back together later and that will have some change. He smiles bitch.

“He was spying the whole time.” He says to Amelia before leaving, making my situation more complicated.

I’m fulminating his back, when I feel his green eyes do the same to me, I decide to deal with her as best I can.

“Surprise!” I hide an expression of surprise as I stare at her.

“I didn’t expect to receive visits from the Leal family.” My tone comes out drier than I anticipated and it makes the girl’s gaze waver.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Trust me, it’s not a cordial visit.” I’m still on the stairs, looking down at her and keeping some distance when she resolves to correct that and advance toward me.

The crunch of his boots on the floor causes an agonizing thud, making my heart race with each step.

“And what can I expect from your visit?” My voice is affected by her presence, her body is close now and she looks at me toe”to”toe.

“I came to inform you that your theater has been discovered, I don’t know what your plans were, but I already found out everything and I want you to stay away from my family.

I take some time to process his words.

So my suspicions were correct. She discovered my identity.

Damn it.

This conversation wasn’t supposed to take place until a few weeks from now, when she was in love with me and it was easy to manipulate her actions. The wild mare in front of me won’t let me close, I need to think fast and get around.

“I thought we were friends, beautiful.” risk.

She huffs, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t like you. I never did.” It declares, not passing veracity in the words.

Taking advantage of the small discovery I try to shorten the space between us even more. I watch the movement of his chest, rising and falling with his rapid breathing. She doesn’t back down, looking at me in defiance. She’s affected, but she doesn’t even want to give in.

One side of me emphasizes how dangerous this approach can be for my plan, but the other can’t back down, loving all the tension.

” I like you.” I affirm, not speaking any lies.

She swallows her own saliva, faltering in her own reactions as I approach.

“What are you doing?” question.

“Nothing” I say.

“I don’t know what you want, but you won’t get it.” His voice is barely a whisper as I push a lock of his hair out of his eyes.

“Stay away!” Screams, recoiling from my touch.

“I like you.” I emphasize.

“I want your friendship.” I say, taking another step and closing the space between us for good, the sweet scent of her perfume flaring my nostrils and I growl low, enjoying the musky scent.

I can hear your heavy breathing. We are chest to chest, looking deep inside each other.

“You tricked me!”

“I said you knew me.” I affirm, tucking a lock of her black hair behind her ear.

“You didn’t tell me who it was.”

I fit my head into the crook of her neck, tracing a path with my nose until I reach her ear.

“You figured out, what’s the problem here?” I whisper, knowing the effect I have on her.

“What’s the problem?” She huffs, slapping my chest. “I do not like you!” He responds in a shaky voice.

“All right.” I say, in a strategically meek tone.

I hold her face with both my hands and without thinking I fit my mouth on hers, biting her cheeky lips, proving that they are soft and succulent. I can feel a slight taste of cherry and it makes me more desirous, curious, needy. She grabs both my hands and struggles against me, trying to push my touch away. I grip harder, trying to get my tongue in his mouth. I want your friendship. I say, taking another step and closing the space between us, the sweet scent of her perfume inflates my nostrils and I growl low, enjoying the musky scent.

I can hear your heavy breathing. We are chest to chest, looking deep inside each other.

I’m pushed hard, confused by the abrupt separation of our bodies. The look on her face is one of shock, she’s confused by what just happened and to be honest, so am I. She turns her hand over my face and slaps me, marking my face with her fingers.

My skin burns.

I glare at her and advance towards her, not sure what I’m going to do.

“Henrico !” Guilhermino’s voice calls me seriously and I look at him downstairs. I don’t like your expression.

Amelia takes the opportunity to flee, descending the stairs so fast that I trip on the steps and fall. She passes my friends in silence, walking fast and not looking back.

“What the fuck was that?” Guilhermino rages, looking angry. I ignore him.

I don’t even know what to explain.