Let me love you

get off my dad's plane and breathe in the fresh, inviting air of New York, a city that has always welcomed me with open arms. It smells like new world, summer and new home. A new stage in my life follows, a new page that begins with the landing of my and my step-sister, Samantha, at JFK International Airport.

I feel her behind me, trying to push me down the steps faster, but I don't notice. I let the wind play with my blond hair hanging over my shoulders. The sun, which is on the vault of the clear sky, smiles sweetly and warms my burning skin to sit on a sun lounger by a pool, and Nick Bateman to serve me refreshments and grapes.26

I took a deep breath and, with a smile on my face, said:

-Hello, New York!6

Sam started laughing at my words, and then I went with her. Our laughter is the one that dominates the silence on the runway, although another plane was about to take off.

-Come on, Lin. Eden is waiting for us, he said after arranging his sunglasses better.

Like me, Sam was very happy to live here, especially since Eden, her boyfriend, is staying with us. What happiness on them ...5

Our father, John Smith, took care of our entire stay here. From the apartment and cars, to the neighbors and the people we come in contact with. Too protective, I thought to myself. Although I'm an adopted daughter, we have a special relationship, because I'm the only one who attended management school in Boston.1

I shyly descended the other steps and began to analyze the surroundings. Everything looks the same as in Boston. Gray predominates, and if it weren't for the sky, we would probably have lived like animals in cages.

I can say that my clothes were as normal as possible for this time of year. I was wearing light blue shorts, a loose-fitting T-shirt with a dropped shoulder covering the bra strap, and a pair of stiletto shoes. Of course, the bag and the sunglasses were not missing.

Samantha had chosen a cocktail dress that ended with a slap above the knee and shoes with 15 cm heels in tune with the dress. He always knows what to wear, that is, to take advantage of it, but sometimes he doesn't take into account the location. He would rather go to a party than to a new home.

A black Range Rover Sport just parked in front of us and out of it came Eden lightly dressed in a gray tracksuit, with the emblem of Real Madrid. I think he's coming from the gym, if we were to go after the clothes, but he doesn't look tired. He adopts his specific grin and approaches us. Sam does not hesitate and jumps into the open arms of her boyfriend, kissing him lustfully. Do you know that moment when a couple who hasn't seen each other for a week, indecently caresses and kisses in front of you with fire, and you feel like pouring? Ehh, let's just say I've seen better.2

I love? No, thank you. Luckily for me, I don't, but my dear family is dying that I should give Max Brown a chance, Max being the son of a friend of my father's, a true businessman, known internationally. He is so annoying but also arrogant that only the name when you hear him and you are disgusted.

I took my iPhone out of my bag and called my father to let him know that I had landed safely. After a few seconds, his thick voice greeted me:

-Hello, Linda. You arrived? How was the road? What is Sam doing?

After the last question, I heard him breathe, for he had said it with one breath. Sometimes I feel sorry for him because I know what he's going through and I guess it's hard for him to stay away from Sam, especially knowing how he is.

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-Dad, breathe. Everything is perfect. We just landed and Eden came to take us home. Do not worry.

The word "home" almost made me go back and return to Boston, but I have to take care of my sister. Although he is great and he manages, we are inseparable.

A few seconds of silence passed so quickly, but I could hear his sobs and sighs.

-I'm glad you arrived safely. May I ask what the two are doing right now? he asks sarcastically.

I just sighed and the smile on my face widened even more. I already miss Boston and home. I feel weird that I don't know anyone here. I guess I'll get used to it in time. I set out to relax and enjoy life, as my father had said. And I'm going to look for my prince, who I've been waiting for for a while.

-Okay. I understand. Well, we wish you luck and take care of yourself. We love you.

I just said, "We love you too!" to close later. A horn pulled me out of the trench, and I immediately realized that the two of them were waiting for me in the car. I got in the back seat and set off.

***

-Waw .... This place is gorgeous! I exclaim as I step into the apartment that will house us here for our entire stay in New York.

Although the apartment is arranged simply, but in style, because it is in a new building, it looks beautiful. It is decorated in black and white, colors that predominate so far. The living room is carefully arranged and has an excellent panoramic view over the city. A large beige leather sofa sits next to a glass coffee table, and a few photos load up the wall alone, along with other handicrafts.

With small and calculated steps we analyze the room that seemed to be the kitchen. Strangely enough, no wall separates the kitchen from the living room, except for a breakfast bar above which is a Victorian-style lamp. It looks well equipped and modern, the furniture being wenhge color.4

Also in the living room there is a glossy black piano, a table for dinner or lunch with friends, and the indispensable state-of-the-art TV.

Eden breathes heavily as he carries all our luggage. Although we are aware that in a few days we will go shopping, Sam did not bother and took almost his entire wardrobe. Instead, I limited myself to 2 suitcases.

-Girls, I'm tired, sighs the brunette sitting on the couch. I think I deserve a reward ....5

The grin gives him away, and I immediately caught on to what he was talking about. I looked around to see if I could find Sam, but no sign of her. So I started shouting at her.

-Sam! Samantha! Do you want me to reward your boyfriend? I ask when he doesn't answer my call a second time.

But in the second two I see her running past me like an angry cat jumping straight at Eden, who caught her lips in a wild kiss.

Okay, I'm getting out of here ... I thought.

I didn't force myself to tell them I was going to explore the apartment because they obviously didn't care. Arriving at a brown door, I open it slightly, and after looking around a little, I realize that it is the room of the two pigeons, but you will still rummage through it. It looks great, just like the living room, by the way. A large double bed sits in the middle of the room overlooking the park, the TV is on the opposite wall and some handicrafts were found here and there. I also noticed two doors, probably the bathroom and the dressing room.

Although it was a boy's room, it looked good. I guess he's cleaned up before. I mean, I think all men are petty pigs who only know how to sleep with women and don't really care about cleaning. Instead, we women are obsessed with putting everything in its place. At least I have this problem.1

I know, I don't have a very good opinion on the subject of men. I left to avoid Max, but especially the boys who keep circling me. I can't stand them. They are all the same. I pretend to love you and cheat on you with the first one that gets in their way.3

When it comes to the man who will win my heart, I have hard-to-reach standards. I want them to love me, first of all, to caress me, pamper me, understand me and trust me. Okay, I admit I want him to be good-looking, tender, adorable with some eyes to lose every time I look at them. To know how to behave in high society and have something more in mind, not just money, drink, women and sex.5

I don't think my claims are very difficult. Although, my prince will have to endure a little volcanic character.4

I am an understanding person, I know how to talk when and how when I have to, I have a libertine lifestyle, I could say. I don't sleep at fixed hours, I like to spend time with friends and go shopping. I don't drink alcohol, but I go to a party with a glass of wine.

I sat on the bed in the pigeon room. The soft mattress dropped a little when I threw myself on it. So comfortable and good. All this has one word as a description : luxury .

There were some unorthodox sounds in the living room. They were probably competing for dominance. Strange ...1

I laughed and got up to go calm them down. My heels could be heard on the mahogany floor, breaking the silence at the same time. I basically froze when I saw them, theoretically I started laughing. Big mistake when I thought I'd tame them. I should have been sitting in my bench, but curious as I am, I expose my eyes to a rather indecent image. They were both almost naked. Oh, no. Sam is really naked, and Eden only has boxers on.

I immediately blushed, and with all the strength in the world, I turned on my heels and covered my eyes. That image of the two of them riding was imprinted on my mind.

- Dude ... not on the couch, please. I understand you haven't seen each other in a week, but you have a bedroom.

I heard them move and start laughing heartily. It was Sam who had the courage to say something while Eden guessed he was packing.

-Come on, Lin. Look, we're sorry, but ... she's trying to keep going, but I'm raising a hand to stop her.

-I know, I know ... hormones are to blame. I understand. Now it's your turn in the bedroom, I almost scream when I say the last sentence.

After the footsteps are no longer heard, I laugh and decide to go to the room that belongs entirely to me. In my mind I thank my father for reducing it to an apartment with fewer rooms, but still large.

I see another door and slowly press the gold opener. A warm air invades my senses along with a masculine scent. That's strange. It smelled clean and fresh in Eden's room. I guess he didn't clean here either or, so as not to disturb the prenuptial bedroom, he slept here. Finally...

But what I see in the room leaves me breathless and gaping. Men's clothes, watches, and many other things of the opposite sex were in the biggest mess I've ever seen.

As in the other room, I see a large double bed, a large TV on the opposite side, a small table with two armchairs near the glass wall overlooking the city, two bedside tables next to the bed of the same material as him, a dressing table and, of course, two doors leading to the bathroom and dressing room.

There is a sound of running water and I can tell someone is taking a shower, but the question that is bothering me is who? I searched the room, picked up the things on the floor, and came to a conclusion: someone is sitting here.

The noise stops and I become more and more panicked. Oh gosh...

I don't even blink because in the next second a guy comes out of the bathroom. Holy Sărmăluțe .... Mom, how good the guy looks! Crow-black hair wet from water, well-defined muscles, no hair on his chest, hands, feet ... I think he fainted. If Michelangelo were here, we would have argued which of this Adonis and his David is more handsome. He easily surpasses David Beckham, Ronaldo, Robert Pattinson and many others.14

He has only a white towel on, which barely sits on his hips. Aha ... I saw a little hair around my navel. I was actually wrong. It was water. It's as if you want to lick the drops of water from his sex-only body. It's clear, the woman is writing on his forehead.

He noticed me staring at him and a smile appeared in the corners of his mouth.

I instantly blushed and dropped the T-shirt I was holding. It was clear, more like daylight. He sleeps in my room, in my fluffy crib. Bad luck for him, because I'm very possessive and I don't like to share things, especially with the male species.

-Are you ok? It's like you saw a ghost, not an empty man ..... he says articulating the last word.

Even his thick voice is full of sex. I don't even want to know what he's thinking right now, what perversions are going through his head.

Frightened and ashamed, I turn my gaze back to the perfect manicure of my right hand. Maybe if I pretend to be indifferent, he won't notice the redness on my cheeks. All I can do is hope, though I doubt it. My blood is pounding in my veins faster and faster, and my legs feel gelatinous. I'm already starting the countdown until I fall. That's not okay, not at all.

What is happening to me? I don't recognize myself at all. I've never been so excited about a man before. I can't even blink, let alone say another word.

-Who are you? we ask in unison after I recover from the state of revelation.

Beyoncé- Haunted

I would like to thank the judges for picking me

My parents who I love

I love you Houston

And I've been drifting off on knowledge

Cat-calls on cat-walks, man these women getting solemn

I could sing a song for a Solomon or Salamander

We took a flight at midnight and now my mind can't help but wander

How come?

Spoon-fed pluralized eyes to find the beaches in the forest

When I'm looking off the edge, I preach my gut it can't help but ignore it

I'm climbing up the walls cause all the shit I hear is boring

All the shit I do is boring

All these record labels boring

I don't trust these record labels I'm torn

All these people on the planet

Working 9 to 5, just to stay alive

The 9 to 5, just to stay alive

The 9 to 5, just to stay alive

The 9 to 5, just to stay alive

The 9 to 5, just to stay alive

The 9 to 5, just to stay alive

The 9 to 5, just to stay alive

All the people on the planet

Working 9 to 5 just to stay alive

How come?

What goes up, ghost around

Ghost around around around around

What goes up, ghost around

Ghost around around around around

Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und

Soul not for sale

Probably won't make no money off this, oh well

Reap what you sow

Perfection is so... Mm

It's what you do

It's what you see

I know if I'm haunting you

You must be haunting me

It's where we go

It's where we'll be

I know if I'm on to you, I'm on to you

On to you, you must be on to me

My haunted lungs

Ghost in the sheets

I know if I'm haunting you

You must be haunting me

My wicked tongue

Where will it be?

I know if I'm onto you

I'm on to you

On to you, I'm on to you

On to you, you must be on to me

You want me?

I walk down the hallway

You're lucky

The bedroom's my runway

Slap me!

I'm pinned to the doorway

Kiss, bite, foreplay

My haunted lungs

Ghost in the sheets

I know if I'm haunting you

You must be haunting me

My wicked tongue

Where will it be

I know if I'm onto you

You must be onto me

It's what we see

I know if I'm haunting you

You must be haunting me

It's where we go

It's where we'll be

I know if I'm onto you, I'm onto you

Onto you, I'm onto you

Onto you, you must be onto me

You must be onto me (on to you, I'm on to you)

You must be onto me (on to you, I'm on to you)

You must be onto me (on to you, I'm on to you)

Me (on to you, I'm on to you)