I saw her in Paris

Taking Control

Helena woke up in a room fit for a king. The bed she slept in was also a four-poster, but with a different design. She was sore from falling down the stairs.

— Where am I?

— You are in my humble abode mon cheri! — Someone said at the bedroom door, with a delicious French snack on the tray in their hands. It was Sabriel's gay neighbor, Thierry Beaumont. He is a writer as well as a renowned professor of literature. He was also multilingual, so he spoke and understood Portuguese. And he was about to release his first book.

— What happened with me?'

— Well, what really happened, I can't tell you... I found you lying and crying in the hallway on my floor of the building. I saw that she was not seriously injured and brought her to my house. Even so, I called a neighbor of the building who is a doctor, she examined you, saw that nothing serious happened, but she had to give you a tranquilizer, because you were very nervous.

— And why don't I remember any of this?

— Side effects. You probably wouldn't remember much or almost nothing. Gradually, your memory will be stabilized.

Aside from the rescue part, unfortunately she remembered the way Sabriel had looked at her when she saw the new Nubia video.

— How long did I sleep?

— For a few hours... it's almost morning.

— Oh Christé mu, have I been out all this time?

— Good chéri, I don't know how long you've been away from home, so...

— My cell phone, please?

— Calm down my love, are you here?

Helena unlocked her cell phone and saw that there were hundreds of messages on her w******p, from Samantha and Dayane worried about her, from her family and friends from work. There was even a message from Mr. Shingen. At this point in the championship, the new video of Nubia must have already been seen by many people. And she was also away for a long time, hence the messages...

And interestingly, there were countless messages from Ray. It really looked like he was worried about her... or maybe he was worried about the kind of people Nubia commented on in the video and was in her company.

"Why the hell does this girl hate me so much? Is she not with Luiz anymore? What does she or they gain by stalking me?"

But once she cried... she cried from the humiliation on social media. She cried for her family, who should be suffering reprisals because of her. She cried in fear of losing her contract with the French company and, consequently, losing her job. Thierry didn't understand anything, but he felt very sorry for her. He suspected that Sabriel had something to do with her suffering.

— Did that guy hurt you? Because if he did something to you, don't worry, I told him to go away!

— What? Wait, did he come after me?

— Yes, he came. I thought he did something to you.

— What? No! It was not him. I wish it were him...

The situation was worse than she imagined.

— Friend... can I call you that? Can you tell me your story? You don't have to tell me the sordid details or the filthy details... I just want to understand your problem so I can help you. At least vent.

Helena told Thierry her whole story, from the day she saw Luiz's f*******:, that he was in a serious relationship with Núbia, to the new video of her seen by Sabriel.

— Oh mon Dieu, poor child!

To show that she was telling the truth, she asked him to look up Luiz and Núbia's f*******: profile. They still maintained a serious relationship status with each other. She also asked to see the two YouTube videos.

— Gee, did he have the guts to trade you for that? — Thierry said when he saw Nubia's profile. She wasn't ugly, but she was very vulgar. She was a real freak. And her jaw dropped when she saw Luiz's profile.

— Wow, is that him? He is hot! What muscles! He looks like someone with a super strong grip! And that mouth? Must do a divine oral that made you go to space!

When he finished his pornographic narrative, Thierry saw that Helena was crying. He noticed she was talking about her ex who cheated on her and even posted it on f*******: for all to see.

— Oh pardon (sorry), I shouldn't have said that! I completely forgot he was your boyfriend and what he did to you.

— Okay... really he was everything you said...

— Oh please don't call me sir! It gives the impression that I am an old man and still in my prime. Just call me Thierry.

— Thank you if... I mean Thierry. I really needed some affection.

— Imagine mon chéri ami (my dear friend), I've sympathized with you since the night I saw you in that hot scene on the stairs... or rather, that muy caliente scene. I knew I shouldn't have let you go!

She remembered that night and what had brought her to that situation. She laughed and cried at the same time.

— Oh mon petit, you have such a pretty face, you shouldn't spoil it by crying over that jester... even though he is delicious! And much less for that low-level b***h.

— Thanks again...

— Well, I'll let you rest. And you should also call your friends and your family, because after that, everyone who loves you must be worried about you.

As soon as Thierry left the room, Helena once again checked her cell phone. She had more messages and audios than before, especially from him. She decided to read and listen to some out of curiosity and with each message read or heard, a tear fell from her eyes. They even seemed to have a life of their own.

"Forget it... It wasn't meant to be..."

She decided that the best thing to do was to forget... which will be a difficult task, as she will always remember the night she saw him through her bedroom window shirtless and singing, the unexpected meeting at the Eiffel Tower, the conversation in the night. Pub. and the very hot moment on the stairs.

It will really be difficult to forget that guapo caliente that made her smile in a moment of sadness. It made her feel good about herself. Which reminded her of who she was.

"Focus Helena! You have an extremely important problem to solve right now, keep your job!" This time it wasn't her inner goddess she said, but the serious professional she'd come to Paris to sign a contract with.

And it was at that moment that accountant Helena Petropoulos took charge and contacted her boss.