Ricardo parked the car in front of the house, dragged the drunk Riko out of the co-driver's cab, and helped the other party take a few steps.
Ricko was drunk, but still a bit sane, and looked at Ricardo squintingly: "Ricardo, what about the beautiful woman who flirted with me just now? Didn't you bring her back?"
Ricardo said badly: "You're drunk like this, even if I bring people back, you can't do much!"
"Who said it!" Rick immediately held his chest up, pushed Ricardo away, and walked crookedly, "I'm not drunk, I'm sober! You pay my sister!"
Ricardo shook his head.
After the end of the game, these players who usually have a good relationship went to a nightclub to make a big noise.
Almost everyone drank high, letting go of the waves, this is also normal, they just defeated the strong enemy and became the world champion. Although the weight is huge, it is also a world champion after all.
Ricardo did not drink too much. For him, winning the Toyota Cup is certainly a good thing, but since he revived once, he still has to look a little higher. This is just a small scene on his growth path, and there will be more honors waiting for him in the future. Fight for.
Just after taking a few steps, a dark shadow suddenly appeared next to it. "Ricardo!"
It is a very familiar woman voice.
"Stella!" Ricardo was surprised. "How long have you been waiting here?"
Stella walked a few more steps forward, and her silhouette became clearer in the moonlight.
It was a hot summer in Brazil in December. She wore a thin short-sleeve gauze, her waist was narrow, and her full chest was thrilling. Wearing a pair of denim shorts on the lower body, the elastic thighs were almost completely exposed, and a pair of sandals was pedaled.
She gently took care of the long hair blown away by the night wind and laughed, "It's not long. I'll see you, congratulations on winning the championship!"
Ricardo nodded: "Thank you."
He paused and said, "Since it's here, come in and sit down."
Stella smiled cheerfully: "Okay."
With a kind of silly smile unique to drunken people, Rike's face looked at Stella and said, "Welcome! Let's all three play cards together!"
Stella was a little nervous at first, but then she was diluted by Riko's smile and fluttered a laugh: "Okay, if you are not afraid to lose the prize money of the game."
Over the past few months, Stella often used excuses to come here to play Ricardo, and sometimes Ricardo played cards at Rico 's proposal. He was usually not involved. He was busy training.
After entering the room, Ricardo took Rico to the bedroom, threw it on the bed, and returned to the living room. Stella curled up on the sofa, expressionless, wondering what she was thinking.
Over the past few months, Stella's popularity has also risen, and she has gradually emerged. She has become a well-known rookie in the Brazilian modeling industry and has greatly increased job opportunities. At this point, she put on some light makeup, which softened her originally high-profile, rich-looking beauty, and looked a bit pitiful.
"What would you like to drink?" Ricardo asked.
"Boiling water."
Ricardo had just turned to prepare to pour water, and suddenly heard a noise behind him. A moment later, a fiery body leaned back from behind, Stella circling his waist, the pair of amazing fullness pressed tightly on his back, and said dreamily: "Ricardo ..."
Ricardo made a little effort, and Stella did not let go. Ricardo didn't want to push her away with brute force, and sighed, "Don't do that. I'm not for you."
"I don't care!" Stella's voice rose a bit, "I just like you!"
Ricardo is really not the type that pushes the beautiful colors sent up. Usually, as long as he closes his eyes, he will come.
In the last life, regardless of whether the other party was an innocent girl or an experienced communicator, whether his profession was a model, stewardess, actor, singer, commentator, journalist ... or even a peripheral woman who was charged, as long as he was beautiful, he could help him solve his physiological needs. Will accept. Anyway, regardless of feelings, no matter who it is.
But Stella is different. She is the daughter of Uncle Paul, and Uncle Paul used to help him during his most difficult time. He was a family member.
Sleeping with his daughter without giving a clear statement, Ricardo couldn't get past this in his heart.
Stella's hands looped from behind and hooped around his chest. Ricardo patted that delicate hand and sighed, "I never thought about finding a girlfriend. Why are you doing this?"
Stella bit her lip. "What's up with Ambrosio?" This was the second time she asked this sentence. The first time was when the relationship between Ricardo and Ambrosio was first exposed by the media.
"I and her just gave each other a little comfort when they were lonely," Ricardo explained calmly. "She needs a man, I need a woman. We just can meet each other's physiological needs, not male or female. I never thought about having a relationship with her and fulfilling my boyfriend's responsibility. "
"You are different, Stella, you deserve better, don't waste time on me. I probably won't fall in love with anyone in my life, I only love football. I can't give you anything, I can't stay with you Shopping, I can't give you a sweet love, you know. "Ricardo said coldly, suppressing his impetuousness in his heart.
"I see," Stella's voice was full of bitterness, her hands slowly released, and her body moved away from Ricardo's back. "No need to pour water for me, I'll go immediately."
She fled and left the room, and disappeared into the darkness.
Ricardo sighed again, went to close the door, then sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. Today, after 120 minutes of competition, he was too tired, he didn't want to move his fingers, and his muscles were very tired. It was the time when he was most likely to be injured and it was impossible to train.
Football programs, live matches and replays are never missing on Brazilian television. Ricardo quickly selected a replay of Serie A's Inter Milan against Udinese and watched it.
However, he could not concentrate. In her head, all of Stella's back turned away. It was difficult to get Stella's back out of her mind, and Ambrosio's tearful face inadvertently emerged.
"I don't want to make trouble with you until the end, even friends can't do it." Ricardo muttered to himself.
I don't know how long, Ricardo apparently fell asleep on the sofa, but a sudden knock on the door awakened him.
"Who?" Ricardo was already late at night when they left the club, and it was estimated that it was midnight. Who would come knocking at the door so late?
The person at the door didn't answer, but just clung to it.
Ricardo rubbed his eyes and got up to open the door. As soon as a gap was opened, the door was pushed hard, and a soft body flew into his arms.
"Stella?" Ricardo said in surprise.
Stella lifted her head from his arms, and opened her mouth with a strong taste of wine, and a drunk, cheerful smile on her face: "I just want to find a man, set aside loneliness, and solve my physiological needs. It's you! Hurry, Do it with me! "
"You drink too much."
"If you don't want me, I'll go find another man, just find one, and I won't believe that others don't want to do it with me." Stella held her hand on Ricardo's chest, turned and walked away, and just stumbled away. In two steps, Ricardo grabbed her and smiled bitterly: "This time, it's not safe. You can sleep with me for one night."
"I knew you wanted me too." Stella rushed over and kissed Ricardo's lips heavily.
The kiss was very aggressive, biting and sucking, making Ricardo feel like he was being taken advantage of.
The desire in his heart was also aroused, and the raging flames quickly burned all his reason. He stopped abruptly, held Stella in a horizontal position, and hugged it to his bedroom.
Stella smirked, and then suddenly burst into shyness and buried her head in Ricardo's arms.
She closed her eyes and was placed gently on the bed by Ricardo, but after waiting for a while, she didn't see Ricardo move next.
She opened her eyes, and Ricardo stood at the bed, her eyes seemingly struggling.
Stella snorted dissatisfied, kicked off the high-heeled sandals by drunkenness, and boldly took off her clothes, threw them on Ricardo's head, and then started awkwardly to take off her jeans shorts.
Ricardo didn't hesitate anymore and joined in. As his hands walked around, Stella gradually dissipated her consciousness, and she became hot and confused. The two men's breathing sounded together, and she was both impatient and afraid of what was destined to happen next.
She didn't know what kind of results this would lead to. I'm not sure if I can tame Ricardo. The only thing she can be sure of is this is what she wants. enjoy? worship? Still love? She couldn't tell the difference. She was just convinced that she always wanted this development.
When there was no longer any barrier between Ricardo and her, she groaned, her expression seemed painful and distorted, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes. I wondered whether she was afraid and lost, or had no confidence in the future. Or just because of pain.
Then she put aside all her thoughts and devoted herself.
After tossing twice, she was already seeing the light outside, she felt that she couldn't even move her fingers Ricardo was also exhausted, holding her tightly, her eyelids were heavy, and she seemed to fall asleep anytime .
"Ricardo," Stella asked with her last strength. "Will you leave Brazil?"
Ricardo seemed to wake up from his dream and nodded.
"When?"
"Another six months."
Stella closed her eyes.
Ricardo reluctantly lifted his spirits, and the rough, cocoon-finger fingers rubbed back and forth on the smooth back of Stella.
With her eyes closed, Stella suddenly said, "I will also go to Europe to develop."
Ricardo paused for a moment, then said, "OK."
Stella buries her head comfortably into Ricardo's arms, sliding her fingers across Ricardo's hard abdominal muscles, repeating like a sigh: "Another six months ..."