Miguel Bonus

Miguel

In my early 20s, I am at the peak of my professional career at West Communications. I've been working at this company since I left, which in total add up to four years of service.

Anthoni is more than a boss, he's a close friend of the family. He was Grandma's freshman in business school at the time of college and then became friends to this day. He was best man at her wedding to Grandpa Mark, who is no longer between us and my mother anymore.

It's long years of true friendship, but don't even think that I was able to join the company just because we were friends. There's no way. I don't need things to be made easy for me. I shaved a lot to prove that I deserved to get to where I was.

With the time improving and improving in my work, with this I went up in concept in the company. I don't want to brag, but I'm considered one of the best, if not the best in my field. I'm not just doing what I've been assigned. Whenever possible i help in other activities in the company.

One of them is the selection of new employees. I interview them and those I think fit for the job, select the resumes and forward them to Anthoni who will make the final choice. I don't consider myself a hardline person, I just try to be as fair as possible during a selection.

Now lying in my old bed, in my old room at my parents' house unable to sleep, I remember the day I interviewed Arabella. I don't know the exact day, because it was about two years ago. When she came into the room I saw that she was beautiful, but I did not pay much attention, after all was not there for this but to evaluate her work skills.

She was exemplary throughout the interview, even if she was newly graduated and had no experience in her resume, I saw that she had potential and just needed a little practice that would certainly be great in her role. She was hired as an intern during observation period, which turned out to be the right choice. I never make a mistake. After the observation period, in which it did very well, it was soon effected.

I saw her sporadically through the halls of the company, we never spoke, just a few short polite compliments when we passed each other. I didn't care much about it, but she somehow didn't like me. I didn't know if it was in my head, but when we started working together, I saw that she really didn't like me. But the problem was, why?

One day he talked to Anthoni in his office about grandma's upcoming birthday. I wanted to know if he was going this year and he said if it wasn't, I'd find his dead body the other week. We laughed, grandma could really kill him. I asked him to use the bathroom and he left to sort something out. When I opened the door I was startled to see Arabella lying on the floor.

She was shirtless, so it was kind of impossible not to observe her. She had beautiful feminine attributes and her light skin seemed so soft, I was tempted to walk my hands through it. I kept looking at her without understanding what she was doing like that until she explained the situation and then I understood.

I looked again at the region that had burned and really was very reddish. I was worried, she should go to the hospital to see a doctor. I approached her by putting her hand on her back that was cold because of the floor and helped her get up. I removed my blazer and put it on it. It was very nice to see her with my blazer on you yet without buttoning it. I thought of things I shouldn't have, and then I've been awed by those thoughts in my head.

Life could only be a joke, being a couple of someone who doesn't go with his face and the same one that's part of certain images he was trying to get out of his head, it wouldn't be a good idea. However, he could not complain or ask to change partners. It would be unprofessional and unethical. That was out of the question, which meant we'd have to work together.

I thought to myself that it would not be so difficult to work with Arabella, that we would do an excellent project, and we would even finish before the deadline, because we were great professionals.

Read deceit.

It's been a terrible few weeks. Sometimes I wanted to gag that woman. She was very hard-headed and didn't twist her arm. I confess that sometimes I disagreed just to provoke her. It was kind of funny to see her nervous. She looked so cute when she closed her face and started running around the room like a silly cockroach moving her arms, gesturing explanations.

But in the last week to finish the project, it got serious. We didn't agree on a few details and the fight was ugly. No one wanted to give in. I found minimal flaws, but that could jeopardize the entire campaign. But she wouldn't listen. I figured out a way to end the problem, take it to our boss and he'd point out the best approach.

And then she attacked me. She caught her legs around my waist and with her arms surrounded my neck in a strong grip. I was shocked at first, but then the plug fell off and I realized what I was doing.

Feeling her perfume so close to me, the warmth of her body in mine and her hair on my face, was driving me crazy. She didn't even realize what she was actually doing to me. I'd end up committing something crazy if I didn't walk away from her.

But it was so good that I spent a few more minutes there glued to her body, letting her think she was managing to stop me. Being that I could have really let go of her a long time ago.

But no one needed to know that.

I don't know what came over me when I turned her against the wall holding her thin arms high. I was very tempted to kiss her and enjoyed the feeling of holding on to her slender waist having her so close to me. And if the door hadn't been opened at that moment, I would have kissed her.

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When we were on the plane, I saw Arabella wasn't well. I was worried, she was pale like a candle. I analyzed her face for a few moments, and that's when the plug fell off. Arabella was scared. It was probably her first time on a plane. How stupid and insensitive I was for not thinking about it. After I gave her a pill to relax, she fell asleep.

Arabella slept with her head leaning against the window in an uncomfortable position, probably felt pain in her back when she woke up and seemed to be having some nightmare, because she was pausing a lot and mumbling softly.

Without thinking twice, I pulled her body towards me and lay her head on my chest and began to cuddly her hair with his fingertips. I felt the rhythm of her breathing subside and her grumbling silenced, visibly she had become calmer.

When we landed in Florianópolis she opened her eyes still drowsy, however as the light bothered her sight returned to hide her face in me. As much as I wanted to stay there like that, we still had a good mile of road ahead.

When I park in the garage of my old house, I take a deep breath. I wanted to meet Grandma in better circumstances, where she was healthy and we could have fun as a family, but that wasn't reality. I remove the ignition key and hear Arabella call me.

She asked how she looked, I replied that she was fine, but apparently she didn't like the answer. What did she expect? That I told you i looked beautiful? Of course I wouldn't say, not that she wasn't, but I was worried about other things at the time.

After I saw Grandma Eliza, I hugged my parents and sisters, but I didn't see my brother's hollow head, so I went to my old room and fell asleep. As I was very exhausted and had forgotten to eat something, I ended up waking up at dawn hungry.

I was drunk in my sleep when I spotted Arabella in the hallway with my back to myself. She wore well-behaved pajamas, but that valued her curves, a blue shorts and a regatta of the same color. She had her hair loose and wavy that made her very sexy.

She turned to go back to her room when she ended up bumping into me. I saw that i'd scream because of the fright and I taped your mouth so you wouldn't wake up the whole house. I found out she was hungry too, and I took her to the kitchen to eat something.

While we were ate, I was watching her. Sometimes she would look at me and as she saw that I was staring at her, then she looked away at the plate and continued until we finished the meal. I kept the food in the fridge and she took the dirty dishes to the sink and started washing.

I was going to say that it wasn't necessary, that in the morning someone would wash everything. But on the contrary, what I did was sit in one of the chairs around the counter and watch her face down on me, move around in those pajamas while i was doing the dishes. A scene I would certainly like to see more often.