Married to my tutor

Chapter 03 - Kelly Velasco

I know I shouldn’t have done what I did, but Michael was pissing me off. I had to show him that things couldn’t be the way he wanted. He had no right to boss me around like that.

Since he wouldn’t let me come to Rio willingly, I had to come my way.

He really pushed the limit on my card and my friend Amanda did what I needed. She swiped the card at her mother’s store and gave me the money.

- Kelly! Michael’s gonna kill you.

I had laughed shaking my shoulders.

- His problem, I just made change my own money. I didn’t take anything from anyone.

And now I was there in Rio at Diogo’s sister’s house and I pretended not to see the many messages that Michael sent to my cell phone. On the way back I would deal with him.

Diogo played with his nephew sitting on the living room floor and I wondered if I really wanted to date him. He was cute. No. He was beautiful. He was 18 and preparing to go to medical school. Not that Diogo was a scholar, but his parents' money could afford whatever college he wanted. Michael said I wouldn’t marry a poor guy because he would just want my money. Diogo was rich, so he wouldn’t implicate. It’s okay that we were just starting to date, but I was in a hurry. I needed to find a husband before Michael decided to fulfill that crazy determination of my father. I could not marry Michael. He was like my father, he practically watched me grow up, it didn’t make sense for me to become his wife. I could marry anyone and then split up. That’s it. I didn’t even have to like Diogo. We could make a plan and then each went to his side.

- Hi Kelly.

I was startled by the voice of Michele, Diogo’s sister, behind me.

- Oi Michele.

She smiled and followed my gaze towards Diogo.

- What’s up? Are you guys really dating?

I laughed a little awkwardly.

- I don’t know, I think we are.

She looked down at me.

- You two go together. The two blondes, cute, rich.

I laughed with her.

- Speaking like that, it seems that it is up to half without salt and sugar.

She had a laugh.

- And stays. The good of love is the difference. Conflict.

I was running away from this difference and this conflict.

- I don’t think so. I want peace.

She looked at me incredulous.

- Dear girl! Every love story worth its salt has to have conflict.

Diogo’s sister was a 25-year-old girl who raised a child alone and made a fortune as a model. She was very beautiful.

- So. Where’s the party going to be?

We entered the room and sat on the floor next to Diogo and Matthew 04 years.

- We’re going to a fancy restaurant in a bit. The agency staff will be there and I will receive an award for my latest advertising campaign.

- How wonderful! If you want I’ll stay here with Matthew and you can go.

- No way! I’ve already hired a nanny. She’ll be here soon.

- All right, then.

Diogo turned to me seriously.

- Has your daddy stopped texting?

- He’s not my father!

- But it does, doesn’t it, Kelly?

I took a deep, angry breath.

- Forget about Michael, I’ll settle with him when I get back.

I got up and went to my room to get ready.

I opened the suitcase on the bed and looked at the multitude of clothes I had brought.

My phone beeped again. It was more of a message from Michael.

- "All right girl, you think you can pass me back, don’t you? Wait for me."

I showed my tongue to my phone and threw it on the bed.

I chose a set of black skirt and white blouse. The skirt was round and short and the blouse showed half of my belly. I put a longer black leather jacket to give a more serious touch to the clothes and wore black sneakers.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was beautiful. As my friends used to say. I was a real hometown.

True, I had money to buy a lot of luxury and I would be hypocritical if I said I did not like it. I love to dress up in expensive clothes and jewelry, but I’m not a vain girl like everyone else thought. I just hid well behind that impulsive and fickle girl facade. It was no sin to like luxury. My father was rich and I could enjoy it, but everyone was condemning me. Was it my fault that I was born rich?

I just fixed my long blonde hair with my fingers. My hair was easy to fix. It was just washing and shaking and that was it, it was beautiful.

I remembered Monica, Michael’s girlfriend. She was blonde too and had perfect hair. In fact, she was all perfect. She was a model and the daughter of a judge who was a friend of my father’s. She and Michael had been dating for a while and she had been with him a few times at my house when my father was alive. Now though, after Michael had moved there, she hadn’t shown up. She certainly wasn’t enjoying that story at all.

I heard knocks on the door and Diogo appeared dressed in frayed black pants and a yellow button shirt.

- Wow! You look beautiful.

He looked at me and whistled.

- You look gorgeous, baby.

In the living room, Michele was stunning in a bright red dress glued to her body.

- Tell me, is my sister not in show?

- Beautiful.

She took the bag and said goodbye to Matthew in the arms of the girl who would stay with him.

- Come on! Let’s go party tonight.

***

The restaurant was perfect and luxurious. The people super friendly and the food very tasty, but I could not relax. My heart was racing in a strange way. I was a little sorry I came to hide from Michael.

Diogo noticed my restlessness.

- What’s up, Kelly? ls everything okay?

I tried to smile at him.

- Yeah, that’s all right.

He took my hand.

- Then smile, girl!

I forced myself to get into the party mood so as not to ruin his sister’s birthday.

Later when we returned home I spent a long time lying in bed unable to reconcile sleep. I knew that when I got home I would hear a sermon without size of Michael, for having come hidden and for having taken the money of the card.

I picked up the phone and spent about 20 minutes thinking before hitting the call key.

His phone rang like 10 times. It was past midnight too, he must have been asleep.

- Hello...

I looked at the screen to see if I had dialed the correct number.

- Hello, who is it?

That wasn’t Monica’s voice.

- I... want to talk to Michael.

- He is asleep.

- Who are you?

- I am the Jessica.

Who the f**k was Jessica?

- I didn’t ask your name, I asked what you’re doing with Michael’s phone?

She yawned.

- What do you want girl? Michael and I want to sleep. We’re pretty tired, if you know what I mean.

I hung up the phone and spent long minutes thinking about it.

How naughty! He is betraying Monica. He will see!

I threw the phone on the floor and covered my head with the pillow. It was better to try to sleep.