The clash

(Christian)

In the first minute of delay, my cell phone started ringing, it is clear that my father would not let my lack of commitment go unnoticed, and I chose not to answer it, since I was still leaving my apartment.

It turns out that I got more dressed up than usual, deep down I wanted my father's strange and dull goddaughter to realize that I was too much sand for her truck, I wanted her to give up on me before she even got married, that way we would avoid all that madness.

I arrived at the hospital, it was already 25 minutes past the scheduled time, and my cell phone had already accumulated seven calls from my father's lawyer.

As soon as my dad laid eyes on me, I could see the relief he felt.

Father: Good God, finally.

— Sorry I'm late, I didn't have a very restful night, and ended up missing the schedule.

“I also had a bad night, however I got here on time, that's what the alarm clock is for”.

I looked back, seeking where that insult had come from, and I was willing to forget all my upbringing, but then I saw a stunning woman, her hair was long and light with a few caramelized highlights, and her body was of paralyze anyone, her lips were in a burgundy lipstick, and her eyes were brown, however her look was not friendly at all, but I had a slight feeling of recognition.

I had to withdraw my intention to be rude, to give way to my seductive side, because the woman right in front of me was a complete spectacle.

"Are you one of my father's lawyers?" I don't think we've been introduced yet, nice to meet you, my name is...

Before I could reach out to shake her hand, she cut me off.

"I know who you are, and yes, we've been introduced, and you're still the same asshole you were years ago."

Her words felt like a cloud of smoke was clearing before my eyes, it was her, and I almost couldn't get the words out.

- You are...

I didn't even finish the question and she was soon approaching me, bringing her lips to my ear.

Sara: Yes, that's me, your dowdy and undesirable future wife.

Her voice gave me chills, while her words hit me square in the face.

I stared at her in disbelief, and for an instant I saw her pupils dilate.

Dad: Apparently you're getting along without my interference, that's very good, delays happen, let's get down to business?

My father interrupted that intense and at the same time anguishing moment, where I found myself confronted with Sara's stunning beauty and irony.

I looked at my dad and asked the only question that came to my mind.

— Did you tell her what we talked about dad?

Dad: Yes, not everything, just about the wedding.

I looked back at her, not understanding how she knew about the comments I made regarding her behavior and appearance, and was met with a sly smile on her lips.

“We'll have plenty of time to clear that up, Sara.

She was silent, even though I saw her gaze move all over my body, and that was sexy.

I ran my hands over my face in an attempt to get those inappropriate thoughts out of my head.

Father: Sit down and listen to the lawyer.

We sat down and I tried to pay attention to what was being said instead of staring at the shapely legs of my luscious wife-to-be.

Lawyer: Well, I brought here some documents for you to sign, giving each one 50% of the shares in the company, the house Sara currently lives in will continue to be hers, and the other twelve properties will be divided between the two, the cars will be of Sara, and Aras too, the farm will belong to Cristian, and despite the two having the same percentage of the company, Cristian will be responsible for everything, that is, he will give the orders and will be the CEO, but if there is a divorce request coming from Cristian, the position will automatically pass to Sara.

Sara: What if I'm the author of the request?

Lawyer: He will remain in office.

She glared at me coldly, and I noticed a brief look of annoyance.

Sara: So you're marrying me to secure your power in the company?

“Oh, good thing my future wife is smart.

Sara: Oh yes, of course I am, you'll see more of that cleverness when you're forced to file for divorce.

— That will never happen, I will not give something that is rightfully mine to you.

Father: Please, don't fight, you need to understand each other, I don't want to...

My dad sucked in a breath, almost out of breath, and we both rushed to help him.

- Sorry dad, I lost the line a little.

Father: I don't want you to fight, you will be husband and wife, there must be an understanding between you, I had specific conversations with both of you, remember what was discussed, you are free to follow your path, within your imposed conditions.

I looked back at Sara, but she already had tears in her eyes, those tears were living proof of how much my father meant to her.

Sara: It's okay godfather, it's not your fault you had such a clueless son.

"Are you still going to insult me?"

She ignored me and that pissed me off even more.

Father: I'm very tired, please sign the documents and we'll leave the rest for later.

The lawyer handed us the documents and we signed, even though we didn't like it.

Father: Cristian, take her to lunch and sort out the details about the wedding, now you can leave.

— Will this marriage be with community property?

Sara: Is that what you're worried about?

— You are already taking care of 50% of what would be mine, just for being a simple goddaughter.

Sara: Well, I think I'm a much better daughter than you are.

Father: That's enough, the other lawyer will clarify this for you at a more opportune moment, now leave.

My dad was clearly irritated, and also notoriously exhausted, so neither Sara nor I questioned him, we just left and walked into the hall.

Sara walked off, wiggling that perky, flashy ass, and I stopped her against my will, she was delicious, and admitting that to myself was like a death sentence, I didn't know how that lackluster girl, who looked more a bush animal, had transformed into that attractive and sensual woman.

“Where are you going?” We have lunch, have you forgotten?

She ignored me and kept walking, and this had never happened to any woman, no one had ever confronted me or ignored me like that.

I followed her, willing to pin her to the wall and demand the minimum of respect, as I would be her future husband.

She entered the elevator, and I followed right behind, when the door closed, that's exactly what I did.

Her body between my two arms, made my body shiver again, her mature look, without the innocence of years ago, made part of me want to kiss her, but my pride spoke louder .

"Don't you ever talk to me like that again, understand?" I will be your husband and you owe me respect.

She gave a wicked smile, grabbed my chin, and ran her tongue lightly across my lips, that was an explosion of thermal sensations, and I was clearly excited.

Sara: This is for you to stop questioning the abilities of my tongue, it serves as much to whip as it does to give pleasure.

The door opened, and she slipped under my arm, and I tried to hide my erection from the people who entered the elevator, but it was impossible, I had to go down, because we were already on the ground floor, so I turned around like crazy and I took long steps to avoid further embarrassment, but that didn't stop me from hearing a woman screaming...

"You do not have shame? This is a hospital, you want to use that hard cock, go to the motel”.

I pretended it wasn't me, tried to get to the car as fast as I could, and got in, feeling my dick ache as my pants were practically crushing it.

“Sara Denver, you're a danger pit, but I'm more, you don't know me.

I spoke while trying to contain myself.