The power

(Sara)

Before I passed out on the bed, my cell phone rang, it was the lawyer informing me about the meeting.

After his call, I texted my friend, and she arrived first thing in the morning, when the sun hadn't even risen yet.

Brenda: Are you still like that? I don't believe Sarah.

She spoke as she grabbed my neck to hug me.

I was a little dizzy from the previous night's excessive drinking, but nothing was going to stop me from rubbing my beauty in Cristian's face.

— I drank too much before bed.

Brenda: So come on, I'm going to help you get ready, because after what you said to me yesterday when you called me, I was super excited about your rebellion, I love to see you rebel.

She gave a scary laugh, which she only did when she was really hell-bent on being someone's terror.

I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and when I left, my suitcase was already all overturned, and she chose precisely the shortest and sexiest dress, which I had the intention of wearing with a client that I would see in some days.

— Don't you think this dress is too flashy to go to a hospital?

Brenda: Do you want to fuck him up psychologically or not?

She was right, I had a strong reason to want to see him drooling over me.

I got dressed, put on a pair of high-heeled sandals, and Brenda took care of everything else, both my hair and makeup.

When I looked in the mirror, I felt even more powerful than usual.

“Wow, that was amazing.

Brenda: You're amazing Sara, now hurry up, grab your bag, before you're late.

I kissed her on the cheek and left.

When I arrived at the hospital, it was still ten minutes before the scheduled time, so I bought a coffee before going to my godfather.

I couldn't deny my nervousness, after all I was about to face the person who would share my life with me for the next two years, that if I could stand to spend so much time next to a macho, scrotum and asshole guy, I didn't know exactly the benefits that I would have, in addition of course to the security that my sponsor emphasized so much, but I believed that the effort and sacrifice would be worth it.

As soon as my godfather saw me, he smiled, it was a different smile, as if he knew that all that production was meant to destabilize his son.

Godfather: What a magnificent production, you are stunning Sara.

— You are suspected of speaking godfather.

I gave him a kiss and looked at the figure standing right next to me.

: Good morning Ms. Sara, my name is Olavo Brandão.

“Oh yes, you were the one who called me with the meeting time.

I held out my hand to shake it and then turned all my attention to the clock.

— Your son should have already arrived as a godfather.

Padrinho: You're right, call him Olavo.

I walked to the side of the door and patiently waited for Cristian to explain why he was late, but the lawyer tried a thousand times, and the idiot didn't answer.

For a while I wondered if he was actually going to show up for that meeting, or if he had given up on everything.

It was impossible to keep my mouth shut, every minute of delay was a curse I threw at him.

Sponsor: Calm down Sara, he must have had some reason to be late.

"Did it hurt to warn you?" I hate delays.

My godfather tried to soften the effects of his son's lack of commitment, talking about various subjects with me, and when 25 minutes had passed, he arrived.

He came in and didn't notice my presence, he immediately apologized, justifying having had a bad night, and I wasted no time in releasing a dose of my poison.

When I confronted him, he glanced back, and I was pretty sure he didn't have the best of intentions, but he quickly consumed me with a predatory look, those looks all naughty men get.

I'm not going to lie that I felt a slight tingle in my panties, after all despite him being an asshole, everything about him exuded beauty and lust.

I almost didn't believe it when he asked if I was one of the lawyers, and tried to introduce himself, but I was soon pulling his horse out of the rain, because it was clear that he was interested in fucking me, and was using his more seductive side to manipulate me, but when I called him an asshole, he finally realized my true identity.

I wasted no time in using the same words of his to mock what he thought about me, after all I was far from being someone inelegant and undesirable.

When I looked back at him, I noticed the puzzlement in his eyes, and it didn't take long for him to question my godfather, about him telling me what they talked about.

Cristian was definitely not understanding how I had so much information, and he assured us that we would have plenty of time to clarify that, I looked at him with my most sensual look, and I noticed his jaw was rigid, and that was enough for me to be sure that he was literally lusting after me.

Then it was just downhill, and although I practically had a fortune in my hands, I wouldn't have the power of companies, and that made me come to the conclusion that Cristian was only marrying me for that one reason, and for some reason, that bothered me and we got into an argument that ended up making my sponsor mean.

It wasn't enough that Cristian was more concerned with the goods than with the life we were going to lead, he also made a point of answering that everything should rightfully be his.

We signed the documents and were practically expelled by my godfather, after all that whole mess was affecting him, and even though he had reminded Cristian to take me to lunch, I had already decided not to go, because I wanted to assert my power of decision.

I made him go after me, that's a typical attitude of men with a bruised ego, he certainly hated the fact that I ignored him, what I didn't expect was that he would corner me inside the elevator.

His body next to mine made my panties wet, his perfume impregnated my nose, and his gaze on mine could have destabilized me, that if I hadn't prepared myself well to deal with him, after all I was a specialist in men , and for me men are all the same.

I would never submit to the demands of a man like Cristian, and when he demanded that I respect him, telling me never to speak to him again the way I did, I grabbed him by the chin and licked his lips, demonstrating that the power was in my hands not his.

He was visibly excited, and I had to make my language skills clear so he would never question her again.

I ducked under his arm and stepped out of the elevator, leaving behind the man who made my heart race without even touching me.

I walked outside intending to get a taxi, but I heard when a woman yelled at him, mentioning his hard cock, it was impossible not to smile, after all while my heart was racing, his cock was throbbing, not that my panties I wasn't wet, but I had the upper hand, because he wouldn't know that until he touched me, and that wasn't going to happen so easily, not even on our wedding night.