Pamela slammed the phone down, her heart beating fast. She strained to listen, but the footsteps in the hall had vanished. Seconds ticked by in a heavy silence.
Was she hallucinating? Was her guilt making her hear things that weren’t there?
She shook her head, trying to clear the fog of nerves. She needed to relax. She needed to find a dress even more scandalous than the last one for Saturday, something that would make Josias lose his breath and Fabrício lose his mind.
On the other side of town, Fabrício stared at the silent receiver before slamming it back onto the cradle with bone-shaking force. He was livid. How dare Pamela be so defiant? How dare a “bricklayer’s helper” dismantle his carefully laid plans?
He stormed upstairs, scrubbed the sweat of his workout away in a blistering
