Sitting at the table, Yazahib looks at me with eyes filled with desire, I feel nervous at that look.  Patricia cooked us really delicious delicacies. All the food that Patricia made was fantastic, but it was better to enjoy it with the imposing man who never stops looking at me as if I were morbid personified.

"Yazahib, if you keep looking at me like that, I won't know how to act," I look at the glass to escape his lustful gaze that gives me heat. "You should hide it a bit more." I smile without looking at him.

"Do you think I can hide this? I already told you, since I saw you moving your hips to the rhythm of the music, I went crazy for you,” I look up and see him looking directly into my eyes.

"Are you sure you don't love me just for having safe sex?" His gaze changes, now it's serious and inflexible. He didn't like my question.

“I've told you a thousand times, Dani, I love you, if I'm with you it's to fuck, but also to love y