Chapter 4

Betty was tired. It wasn't a good day for her. Although she slept well, after realizing what morning she had had and after what evening she was going to have, she was starting to get scared. She'd rather deal with a three-headed dog than her father. She didn't let him know she was going to be late. She didn't inform him that she wouldn't be coming home that night. The fact that her dad hadn't stormed the company first thing in the morning was proof that he must be really mad. If she's right, she'll have to use the hotel. No spa. In such places, you can often find starter kits for body care cosmetics. Or maybe a spa wouldn't be such a bad idea after all?

The touch of his lips. She knew that even she could become addicted to something. After he told her to lie down on her stomach, she felt the first touch on her neck, just below her hairline. Daniel moved steadily down, placing a kiss on her skin each time. A gentle touch of lips and a slightly protruding tongue. Enough to feel it and little enough not to leave a wet mark. He continued this all the way to the cross where he gave a real intense kiss. He grabbed her by the hips and in one aggressive move turned her onto her back. Betty moaned after he kissed her navel. He nuzzled it and moved lower. Beatriz tried to pull away from him but he held her and looked into her eyes seeking acceptance. He received it, and the first time his tongue touched the most intimate part of her body, she thought he would go mad... Although the fact that she was naked in Daniel Valencia's bed should indicate that fact.

"Betty?"

She got scared when he got up. She thought he had changed his mind. She calmed down when he returned. However, at the same time, she felt surprised when she saw two halves of an orange in his hands. She didn't know what he would use them for.

"Don't be afraid. Not that I don't like you. It's quite the opposite. Anyway, I'd like to show you what I like. I'm not a fan of whips or whips involved, but I don't mind adding flavor to either the woman or me."

Betty studied the man's hands. She saw the rotten fruit right above her. She shivered as she felt cold.

"And now I'm going to make sure that here..." - he stopped breathing for a moment - "there won't be a drop of juice."

"Betty?!"

She had never felt that way. She was fulfilled with Armand but she was concerned about his feelings. For the first time, she felt as if it was all about her. Even if it was supposed to be a lie. When her lover again approached her face, she felt that she was on fire. She wanted him to enter her. However, he said not yet today. So looking him straight in the eyes, she reached for him, feeling that he was wet. Without thinking much, she began to return the "favor". She was rewarded with a deep, hoarse groan and a kiss that, if she were no longer lying down, would have made her lose her footing.

"Betty! Maldita sea, what's going on with you today?" - Nicolas roared in frustration because he had never seen his friend so lost in her thoughts.

"I think I'm sick. I need an aspirin. one or two."

Nicolas didn't argue with her. After all, from the morning he saw that the woman who in his eyes is his sister is more and more blushing and warmed up. He was worried. May it be nothing serious. He hadn't seen Betty's parents since breakfast yesterday. Today he will see her off and consult with them.

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Beatriz had a headache. Partly because of a quarrel with her father, partly because of lack of sleep... The main reason was the interrogation performed by Nicolas Mora.

"Betty, where were you last night? Because I know that definitely you weren't in your office. You were going out with Daniel Valencia. Please, don't tell me you were with him." - Nicolas paced the room nervously.

"Can you speak more quietly?" - She doesn't want to have problems with her father. - "Mr. Daniel invited me to a business-private dinner yesterday." - she tried to keep her voice calm. - "This guy in his delusional dreams thinks we can be more than temporary business partners." - I will go to hell for these lies, I will go to hell for these lies, I will go to hell for these lies. - "And you won't believe who I saw in the restaurant?"

"No way. Don Armando?" - Beatriz nodded in confirmation of her friend's supposition. - "Is he playing James Bond or what?"

"Anyway, this time I didn't pretend I didn't see him, I just pulled Valencia out of the restaurant by the hand in front of him. I took a long look at him to let him know I noticed him."

"And what does that have to do with your sleepovers away from home?" - Nicolas was clearly impatient.

"If you don't interrupt me, you'll find out. Mr. Valencia was supposed to give me a ride home but..." - Someday you'll trip over your own lies. - "when I noticed that Mendoza was following us, I offered him a conversation in his apartment."

"Don't tell me that you talked until the morning, because I won't believe you."

"Of course not. We postponed the business until the next day. I just spent the evening" - and the morning - "with him over orange juice."

"Not with wine? I would suspect this is a man who serves beautiful women wine." - Nicolas didn't believe everything but he knew that when she was ready, she would fill in the missing or false details. - "I'll see you in the morning?"

"Yes, who would I go to work with?"

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How did you like this chapter? I usually write Harry Potter fanfiction but I started with Yo soy Betty la Fea fanfiction. Regards, Katie Krum