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  "I'm still angry at you, Klaus."

  "I'm still pissed off too, with you being so stubborn, crabby...hot as hell. Fuck! You're going to driving me crazy, little cabocla."

  He opens me even wider on his hips and I close my eyes with the delicious sensation of his thick cock rubbing against my lips.

  I move back and forward, building up the pressure with which the head of his member rubs the exact spot on my clit. Klaus holds me strongly with one hand, the other probing how wet I am, dragging the juices from my hole, sliding two fingers inside me, massaging the sensitive walls of my sex.

  I bite my lips so I don't moan louder, desperate because I can't seem to find a way of bearing this sweet agony that building inside me, and I fail. I give in to our desire and forget about pride, drowning in his mouth, our tongues snakes around each other. Klaus grunts frenziedly between my lips.

  "Yeah, like that. So naughty. Learning how to wet a dick. Do you like it, my little cabocla?"

  "Oh! Klaus, so much."

  Klaus tries to penetrate me and I stop him, still rubbing against his member.

  "No, Klaus, we can't. Do you have a condom here?"

  Klaus shakes his head frustrated, his soaked fingers still pumping deep into me.

  "No, but I'm fucking getting some today! Just keep moving like that, sexy, and I'll come all over you. Let me be your man, Anahí. Whose is the dick you're coming on?"

  He, he is the only one that can bring me this pleasure, I answer quietly, shaking with the incoming orgasm.

  "Yours, my Viking."

  Klaus lets go of my hips and holds himself, pumping at a hard rhythm, his soft member going and coming in his hand, his head wet and red, poking through his fist.

  "Who fucks you well, until your pussy weeps with pleasure?"

  I love when he says those naughty things, makes me feel female, wanted, I close my eyes gasping out of control, shaking with his firm thrust his fingers submit me to. I come squeezing his shoulders, jamming my clit on his hands.

  "You, only you, Klaus."

  "Then be mine and let me be yours. Fuck!” Klaus comes, sputtering sperm in powerful lashes between my folds. "Oh! Anahí, fuck. It's so good. It's all yours, little cabocla."

  We hold each other tight and I don't know how long we stay like that, squeezed in each other arms, kissing until out breaths slow down. Klaus puts his forehead on mine, and speaks quietly,

  "Promise me one thing."

  "What?"

  "I'll take you to a doctor to get a look at you, the whole nine yards, but, until then, while we don't know anything for certain, promise me you won't take the pill? I know we can't keep having sex like cats in heat, with no protection, I agree. But I need it to be on my terms."

  "Fine, I won't take the pill. But only if you wear a condom. At least until the doctor gives me something."

  Klaus sweeps my hair with strong hands and kisses me softly, as soft as a breeze.

  "OK, you win. Anything else, madam?"

  I look into his eyes that again disarm effortlessly, I caress his face from cheek to chin and whisper quietly in his ear,

  "For God's sake, shave that beard. You look like a castaway, Viking."

  He laughs and pats my ass.

  "Viking?"

  I nod, waiting for him to complain.

  "Yes, my Viking."

  Klaus points to the shower with his chin then grabs my ass.

  "Are you going to help this poor man take a shower?"

  "As if you can't do it by yourself! I know what your intentions are."

  "They are the best possible, my cock in your mouth, you coming in my mouth, and as a plus, we take a hot shower. After that we go for breakfast, I'm starving.”

  Ha! My God, what am I going to do with this man?

  CHAPTER 12

  KLAUS

  We finish getting ready and go have breakfast, the table was already set and as soon as we enter the living room, Renato walks to us, looking serious and with my medication in a tray.

  "Good morning, Mr. Klaus, here's your eight o'clock medication."

  Mr. Klaus? Why is Renato is being so formal? I face him and he looks at me then away, visibly upset. Fuck! I remember all the shit I did yesterday and I'm embarrassed. I let them throw a disgusting orgy and as the cherry on top of the cake, I threw up all over Renato, I was so drunk. Should I give him a raise? Say I'm sorry? Tell him to go fuck himself? I take my medication and eat the breakfast Anahí insists I do: grape juice, coffee and milk, turkey breast on bread, and, to finish off, that disgusting shit she calls oatmeal. Renato sits opposite us, after Anahí insist he drinks a cup of coffee with us, and he looks surprised at me and the oatmeal that I'm eating without complaint.

  "Is the oatmeal tasty, Klaus?" Anahí asks me with smiling eyes, happy that I'm eating right.

  I lower my eyes to her plump red mouth, and daydream about those lips around my cock and say happily, "Oh, yeah! Tasty as hell."

  Anahí and Renato look at each other cluelessly and I go back to my breakfast, embarrassed to be caught in a hooked-on-little-cabocla moment.

  Anahí makes a list of fruits and vegetables she needs to buy and I'm left alone with Renato. I think between my three options and I decide on the first two.

  "Renato, can you come with me to the office? We need to have a private conversation." I ask him.

  I go into the office, and as soon as Renato closes the door, he says, "Mr. Klaus, I thank you for the time I've spent working with you. But there's some things that are hard for me to say."

  "What's happening, Renato?" I ask, tense about the way this conversation is going.

  Renato paces around the office, his huge body occupying the room, like an African giant. He turns to me, and I can see the tears on his eyes. Fuck! What has happened to him? I don't like seeing him sad like this! He breaks the silence and sits on the couch, facing me.

  "Shit, man. I'm going to be honest with you. I know my job is to care for you, to help make a patient healthy again, but we're not supposed to be emotionally involved with the patients we work with, and I. Shit, I like you a lot!"

  I roll my chair backwards a little and look at Renato, stunned. What the fuck is this? The dude is gay and I didn't know it? How could I not see it? I mumble incomprehensibly.

  "Man, Renato, I never realized, man... There's not a chance in hell of us fucking, man. You and me? No way, my brother!"

  Renato gets up, indignant.

  "And when did said I like men, fucker? I'm talking about a different kind of relationship. You only have sex on your mind, there's definitely something wrong with you, man! I'm talking about friendship. Yesterday when I saw you like that, drunk, defeated, I realized I can't keep working with you seeing you kill yourself like that. I'm your nurse, but I'm also your friend. I like you a lot, but I can't just cross my arms while you kill yourself little by little. I know that I have no say in your life, and that's not my job. But I'm going to be bold here and tell you something: stop being hard-headed and take a chance on Anahí, man! Go full steam ahead, I think she's into you too. I'm sure if you put your pride aside and take the initiative, she'll give you a chance. Your problem is that woman, and I'm sure that as soon as you guys stop dancing around each other, in a moment you'll climb out of that hole, my friend. If you give me a letter of recommendation, I'd appreciate it a lot. I can stay until you find a substitute from me, no problem."

  I face him, trying not to laugh.

  "Are you finished, Renato?" I ask.

  "Yes. So that's it. I thank you for the opportunity and I hope you're brave and work out your issues. I'll be going..."

  "I didn't say I was finished, did I? Now you sit down and listen, okay?"

  He sits back down and looks at me seriously.

  "There's three things you need to know. First, I'm not writing you a recommendation letter, because I don't accept your resignation. It's completely out of the question. Second, I'm very happy to know that even though I’ve lost a lot in my life, I’v
e also gained a friend. I like you too, man, though sex is never happening since I'm into pussy. Is that understood? And lastly, I'm going to need your help a lot and I hope I can count on it. I know you've been married for a long time, so you know about serious relationships and that's new to me. Even though I was engaged to Cláudia, what we had can’t be called a serious relationship. If she knows I told you anything, she'll probably want to rip my balls off, but I'm going to trust you... Anahí and I, the two of us... Got it?"

  It took a little for Renato to get it, then he laughed and hit my shoulder, cheerful.

  "Shit, man! Does that mean that you're together? You lucky asshole... She's gorgeous, those almond eyes, the face, that hot-as-fuck body..." I raise my hand for him to stop that shit.

  "That's enough! I know that, now can you stop coveting what's not yours?" Renato laughs, screwing with me.

  "Me, covet? No way, Jose! Even though Anahí is beautiful, I don't trade my ebony goddess for anything. I'm happy for you guys, Klaus." I nod, smiling.

  "I know that. You're a good guy. But remember, you know nothing. I'm going to need your help because I know sooner or later I'm going to fuck up. I've always been a jackass, but I don't want to mess everything up, not now when we're starting to get along."

  "You can count on me for whatever you need."

  Before we go back to the living room, I ask him to come closer so I can whisper on his ear.

  "Then start now and get me some condoms, man. ASAP!"

  Renato laughed and winked at me. "Right away. Stay right here and I'll be back."

  Looking at Renato and Anahí talking I was taken aback by the feeling of real happiness... Even though I lost a lost these last few months, I won two valuable gifts: a true friend and my little cabocla.

  The rest of the week was amazing. I throw myself in the PT sessions with Anahí, hired Gustavo as nurse to take turns with Renato, and, best of all, every night I slept next to little cabocla. Waking up with her soft body around mine, loving each other every night, the way we get along so well, I can't even disguise how happy I am. A few days ago I booked a consult with Dr. Célia Pessoa, one of the best gynecologist in Rio de Janeiro. Célia's husband, Carlos Alberto, is a F1 fan and a longtime friend. They both own Corpus Clinic. The appointment is for today, at 11, but Anahí is being stubborn about me going with her.

  "There's no need for you to come with me, Klaus."

  "Of course there's a need, what kind of man do you think I am to leave you alone right now?" I rebuke, daring her to deny me.

  "There's nothing to it. I'm just going to do a blood test and talk about the use of contraceptive pills. I can do that by myself."

  "A blood test that will tell you if you're pregnant or not. So, it has everything to do with me. If you're pregnant you didn't get that way by yourself. It's my duty and right to be with you in this fucking moment! So stop being stubborn and let us not fight about this anymore."

  "If you insist, then let's go. I hate being late to any appointment."

  We get to the clinic in Laranjeiras fifteen minutes before the time and are received by Carlos Alberto, who shows us the clinic then takes us for a coffee in his office. We're waiting in a private room when a nurse opens the door, and asks Anahí to accompany her. Anahí says she wants to talk with the doctor alone, and after a long time, she comes back to the room where we were.

  "How was it?" I ask concerned.

  "Fine. She examined me and asked for a blood test to confirm if I'm pregnant or not. And in case I'm not, she wrote a prescription for pills. We should get the results soon."

  "But does she think you're..." I motion to her belly. "Or not?"

  "She doesn't think so, but she wants to make sure with the blood test."

  I wait for the result with my heart in my mouth, and I wonder why. I can't find a logical explanation for how I'm feeling. I look at the beautiful woman sitting next to me and my eyes lower to her flat belly, and I'm ashamed to admit even to myself, but I really want her to have a bun in the oven. The nurse calls Anahí again and she goes back into the office. She comes out holding a white envelope on her hands, and hands it to me, looking relieved.

  "The blood test was negative, I'm not pregnant. Shit! That's was scary, but it's over. I'm starting the pill today."

  I listen to everything Anahí tells me trying to make sense of what the hell is happening to me. If it was any other man in my position, they'd be overjoyed, jumping up and down with happiness over the negative result. After all, Anahí and I only just got together, it would be inappropriate to have a son at this point in our lives. I said, if I was a normal man. But I'm not, I'm a fucking complicated guy, impulsive, that has no idea how to act... I just feel. And what I feel right now is fucking frustrated, a bitterness in my mouth, a growing anger at the relief in Anahí's voice about not being pregnant with my child. PISSED OFF, that's how I'm feeling.

  I speak quietly, trying to hide my unhappiness.

  "So let's leave this fucking clinic. There's nothing more to do here."

  Anahí looks at me surprised by my annoyed tone and we're silent until we get to where the car is parked. Jarbas opens the car door for me and I lock the chair and slide into the bench with his help, settling my legs with my hands and wait until he closes the chair and Anahí sits next to me, looking like she's trying to understand my sudden mood swing, asking me before we go home.

  "Is everything okay, Klaus?"

  "Hm-hm. And why wouldn't it be?" I answer, arching an eyebrow, trying to keep my cool.

  "I don't know, ever since we left the clinic you're acting weird."

  "You're mistaken. Shall we go?"

  She asks Jarbas to make a pit stop in a pharmacy to buy the pills the doctor prescribed and then we go home under an unnerving silence.

  The elevator arrives and Jarbas starts helping me go in, but I tell him harshly,

  "No, thank you. I can do it myself."

  I don't know if it's because she realized that I don't want to talk or because she really has work to do, but Anahí has locked herself in her room to write some report of our session and hasn’t left it until now. After I got home, the only thing that brightened my mood a little bit is a video game that I play with Renato, and after winning the third round, I make fun of him, saying,

  "Did you think just because I lost the feeling in my fucking legs, I have to lose the whole time? At least here I can be a winner."

  Renato pauses the came and faces me, serious.

  "Okay. What's up with you, man?"

  "Me? Nothing." I keep looking at the frozen game and can see him watching from the corner of my eye.

  "Well, that's not what it looks like. Just spill it already, Klaus."

  I throw the controller on the couch and tell him, unable to face him.

  "Cabocla went to a doctor's appointment to see if she was pregnant."

  Renato, curious as an old lady, puts his controller on the center table and sits next to me.

  "So, are you going to be a daddy, Klaus?"

  "No. God only knows if I'm even able to have children after the accident. Most likely, I can't."

  "I never had a family, not a real one, like most people do. My mom was a drunk and I don't even know who my dad is," Renato confides in me, and I feel that it makes us even closer friends. "When I heard my wife was pregnant, I felt an immense joy, because I'd finally have a family to myself. Relax, Klaus. If things between you two get serious, which I believe it will, one day you'll have your family. Just go with the flow, you guys are still young, and there's a lot you still have to experience."

  "Yeah, maybe you're right. So, does that mean that besides being a nurse, you're also a philosopher, shrink, wow! That's a little too mushy for me, big guy."

  Renato laughs and presses play on the game again.

  "After the raise you gave me, it's fair that I give you my two cents, now and then. Before I forget, you father called twice when you were gone. He said he'd call back later."

  As soo
n as dinner is over and I'm watching a movie with Anahí, Guto answers the phone and then walks to me as asks quietly, "Mr. Klaus, Mr. Francisco Schneider is on the phone. He insists in talking with you. He says it's urgent."

  Fuck. The last think that I want is to speak with my dad, but how long I'm going to run for? I decide to pick up the phone and get it over with.

  "Hi, Dad. How are you?" I greet him, trying to at least be polite.

  "Klaus how could you do this to your family?" My dad says, with fake concern that annoys me. "You get into an accident and don't let anyone know. I come back a few days ago from a trip to Europe and had to hear about your accident from friends. Your mother is worried sick as well. We need to see you, Klaus."

  No, no, no. No family visit. Why do they suddenly want to pretend to be parents? My dad just wants to have fun, changing wives as fast as he changes underwear, and spending the family money in endless gambling and get-rich schemes. My mom never had a maternal instinct, and that's the truth... Not even when I was young, I have sprained my brain trying, but I can't remember any soft words. She was already an empty woman and has turned into a shallower version of herself after divorcing Dad. Today, her life is all about plastic surgery and luxury escorts, nothing meaningful. So who they're trying to fool with this dutiful parent ploy?

  "I'm okay. You don't need to worry about me."

  "How could we not? I was told you're paraplegic, is that true?"

  How can someone be such an absentee father that he finds out his son got into an accident from friends or the media? And where was he when I graduated college, got drunk the first time, or got laid for the first time? The answer is always the same: traveling, fucking, gambling.

  "It's temporary, Dad, but it's true. We'll talk later, okay? I have to go. Bye."

  "Your mom and I are coming for a quick visit this Friday, Klaus. Eight o'clock."

  No, fucking no! I don't want to play ‘happy family’, I try to talk him out of the idea, but like always, he only listens to what he wants to. The he hangs up on me, saying that this Friday he's coming to see me with his own eyes. I'd like to believe they care, but I understand his urgency in being with me has only one reason: MONEY.