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He bought a wife. She bought a life of luxury. He wants to possess her at all costs. She can¿t see it even in painting…literally.
Javier Vázquez is an arrogant millionaire, like all retired soccer players who don¿t know what to do with their money. Today he has a dream mansion in a luxury development, more zeros in his checking account than he can splurge, and although on his mobile he has an embarrassing amount of explicit photos of various women, he has bought a wife. Belen.
Belen:
Some frinds say thatI have sold my soul to the devil, but what would you have done in my place? I have worked in supermarkets, clothing stores, restaurants and other junk jobs that I don¿t even want to talk about. An all because nobody explained to me that going to college and graduating as a psychologist was a brilliant idea… if you want to starve to death because there is no work.
So yes. When, like the lousiest of clichés, a good guy comes to me in a nightclub and I give myself a joy - for a change - the last thing I do when I find out that he has gotten I don¿t know what an end-of-goal-la champions-league is to reject it. Not when he offers me a ring with a stome bigger than my eyes, a mansion that removes the hiccups and, yes, a dream life.
Well, everything dream that can be a life where, as you enter through the gates of your house, in addition to "the maid" you find a picture of him kicking a ball. Seriously, Javier Vázquez is the most narcissistic, vain and believed man I know. But it does not surprise me considering that he is richer than the president of the government. I think.
Yes, we are such for which. The perfect couple. He continues to sleep with whoever he wants, and in return I can take martinis in the pool. Fuck him, the world, and his giant…ego.
Javier:
The idea was very good, do not misunderstand me. I was earned a wife with a Sculptural body, and in return the television media stopped paying so much attention to who I slept with or stopped sleeping. Not only did I win a cover for my lovers, but a woman in my bed every night I wanted. That was the plan.
Too bad it was not signing any contract saying he had to sleep with me I had a beautiful silly face when he told me that he had no plans to have sex with me, but that he let her take martinis and smile at the press or stand on television to count all my dirty rags.
But it won¿t look like this, of course. Belen has no idea who she is dealing with. If I have to go out naked while sunbathing. it cannot be she is made of stone. She likes me or not, It is impossible that she is the only woman in the universe who does not give up before a defined body with abdominals to grate cheese and luxury, sex, both for quality and for the environment.
That girl will know that Javier Vázquez, at the moment of truth, always puts it.
Warning: A romantic novel with strong doses of explicit erotica and a touch of humor. It doesn¿t apologize for saying things without hair on the tongue, for raising the temperature of the room of for supposing a rud irreverence to social conventionalism. We remember that the novel begins with a marriage of convenience in the back.
Javier Vázquez is an arrogant millionaire, like all retired soccer players who don¿t know what to do with their money. Today he has a dream mansion in a luxury development, more zeros in his checking account than he can splurge, and although on his mobile he has an embarrassing amount of explicit photos of various women, he has bought a wife. Belen.
Belen:
Some frinds say thatI have sold my soul to the devil, but what would you have done in my place? I have worked in supermarkets, clothing stores, restaurants and other junk jobs that I don¿t even want to talk about. An all because nobody explained to me that going to college and graduating as a psychologist was a brilliant idea… if you want to starve to death because there is no work.
So yes. When, like the lousiest of clichés, a good guy comes to me in a nightclub and I give myself a joy - for a change - the last thing I do when I find out that he has gotten I don¿t know what an end-of-goal-la champions-league is to reject it. Not when he offers me a ring with a stome bigger than my eyes, a mansion that removes the hiccups and, yes, a dream life.
Well, everything dream that can be a life where, as you enter through the gates of your house, in addition to "the maid" you find a picture of him kicking a ball. Seriously, Javier Vázquez is the most narcissistic, vain and believed man I know. But it does not surprise me considering that he is richer than the president of the government. I think.
Yes, we are such for which. The perfect couple. He continues to sleep with whoever he wants, and in return I can take martinis in the pool. Fuck him, the world, and his giant…ego.
Javier:
The idea was very good, do not misunderstand me. I was earned a wife with a Sculptural body, and in return the television media stopped paying so much attention to who I slept with or stopped sleeping. Not only did I win a cover for my lovers, but a woman in my bed every night I wanted. That was the plan.
Too bad it was not signing any contract saying he had to sleep with me I had a beautiful silly face when he told me that he had no plans to have sex with me, but that he let her take martinis and smile at the press or stand on television to count all my dirty rags.
But it won¿t look like this, of course. Belen has no idea who she is dealing with. If I have to go out naked while sunbathing. it cannot be she is made of stone. She likes me or not, It is impossible that she is the only woman in the universe who does not give up before a defined body with abdominals to grate cheese and luxury, sex, both for quality and for the environment.
That girl will know that Javier Vázquez, at the moment of truth, always puts it.
Warning: A romantic novel with strong doses of explicit erotica and a touch of humor. It doesn¿t apologize for saying things without hair on the tongue, for raising the temperature of the room of for supposing a rud irreverence to social conventionalism. We remember that the novel begins with a marriage of convenience in the back.
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