BrianI looked at Charlotte attentively, awaiting her response, and I couldn't understand why she was taking so long to answer, considering that my question had been quite direct and couldn't have been any clearer. I wholeheartedly believed in what anyone could conclude just by looking at Charlotte, and there was no doubt in my mind about her character or integrity.But for some strange reason, something akin to a premonition, I could call it that, I felt that something was off. I had never been a man given to premonitions or anything of the sort, but when I saw Charlotte on the beach yesterday, I felt the need to reach out to her, to try and talk to her, and that's why I approached the young girl.It went completely against my usual behavior, especially when it came to someone so young and clearly innocent like Charlotte, and that was very wrong. I didn't want to feel that way, and even though I knew how wrong it was, the fact was that the girl was managing to affect me in a way no o

Brian Charlotte was under the same roof as me, and that caused a myriad of sensations in me, none of which I understood to be something positive for me. I should have been thinking about business or about the son who would be with me in a few months, but the truth is that ever since we arrived in New York, something inside my chest began to stir, as if the trip from the Hamptons wasn't enough, and I could only think about a girl who was completely forbidden to me, in every sense. Luckily, my aunt noticed that talking to Charlotte was distracting me from the road, and they both remained in a comfortable silence for the rest of the way, which I internally thanked. If I were honest with myself, Charlotte had managed to stir up my emotions since the day I saw her at the museum, beautiful and calm... Always quiet and introspective. But her expression carried a serenity mixed with innocence that didn't sit well with me because it managed to awaken things in me that I had never felt before

Charlotte I knew that the door right next to mine was Brian's room because Melanie had informed me when she showed me where I would be staying as soon as we arrived at her house. I walked up to the door, driven by curiosity, and pressed my ear against it, but I couldn't hear any noise coming from inside, which meant he must already be sleeping. I silently walked past Melanie's room, which was right at the beginning of the hallway, until I reached the staircase landing, descending towards the first floor of the huge and incredibly elegant apartment. After leaving the kitchen, about to walk down the hallway towards the stairs again, I thought that maybe I could go to Brian's library and search for a book that could hold my attention since the only book I had in my suitcase hadn't managed to do so. I was walking towards the library when I reconsidered and decided that it wouldn't be right for me to invade a space where Brian also used for work. He might not appreciate knowing that I

CharlotteListening to Brian talk about the TV room made me choke on my own saliva, even though I wasn't eating anything. But the others didn't need to know that detail.So when the man who had made me utterly embarrassed left, I felt truly relieved because I couldn't even look at him directly. The shame had taken over me in that moment."Are you feeling better, Charlotte?" kind Melanie asked me.I looked at her, my cheeks flushed, feeling completely embarrassed because the lady had no idea that I had caught her nephew in a completely unexpected and compromising situation."I'm fine, Melanie," I replied, trying to reassure her."That's good, dear," she commented, smiling. "I'm quite relieved because sometimes these kinds of situations get completely out of control."I understood what she meant, as once again the memory of how my decision to go to the kitchen for some water had ended in a very unexpected and surprising way."So, now let's talk about your visit to the doctor," Melanie c

CharlotteWhen Brian left the room to meet Oliver, I breathed a sigh of relief, despite everything.I felt nauseated after vomiting everything I had eaten that morning just a few minutes ago in Oliver's bathroom. Taking all of this into consideration, it wasn't a good time to encounter Brian in any way, and when he looked at me analytically, I feared that he might see more than I wanted to show."I apologize for this," Nicole said, feeling bad. "Oliver didn't tell me that Brian would come here, otherwise, I would have suggested that we go to Eloá's room, Charlotte.""You don't need to worry about that, Nicole. I believe he didn't notice anything other than two friends talking," I tried to sound optimistic.Nicole noticed my feeble attempt at positivity and started laughing, as she always did when she was truly nervous."I think Brian is suspecting something," she said exactly what I was thinking now.The expression on Brian's face indicated something akin to suspicion, but I had a fee