CHAPTER 28 - Sex with the cowboy part 1

**ALICE**

You already wanted to tell your boss to fuck off at some point in your life, I wanted to do it every time my bossy boss pissed me off, but I couldn’t tell him to fuck off since he needed the job.

Surely you have also met someone who can get serious as anyone, in my case this person was my boss cowboy brute.

But what the bastard had in a bad mood was twice as beautiful, I still wonder how a person can be so beautiful, I should not pay attention to this detail, but it was impossible because our paths seemed to cross at every moment.

It was only to be a job that I needed more than anything to help take care of my beloved grandmother, but I did not know that in such a job I would know the real temptation of hell on earth.

Do you know when you’re torn between listening to your brain or your heart? I chose that, I still do not know right, but could not keep that feeling inside me.

Without a doubt, João Miguel was my doom and the ruin of my thoughts.

TODAY...

While the taxi driver continues on the dirt road my eyes are fixed on the open window of the car feeling the fresh air coming into contact with my face.

Fresh air is so different from the polluted air of São Paulo.

Next door there is a landscape more than beautiful as we approach my destination, green and tall trees predominate the wooded environment.

It is a neighborhood well away from the center of Belo Horizonte, a small town located in the interior, but that brings me the peace that I wanted so much when I was still in São Paulo.

I almost put my head out of the car window when we take another road that takes us away from the busy neighborhood, I see plantations in the high, cattle walking and people mounted on horses.

My decision to leave my state was made a few weeks ago when my uncle died in a car accident leaving my grandmother alone to live without an aid by her side.

It was a tremendous loss for Dona Isabel who was very shaken by the loss of the last surviving child since my parents also died when I was eighteen.

I have no siblings and as an only child, I had the opportunity to move to Minas Gerais to stay with the only person close to my family.

We are survivors of the extreme losses of the people we love the most, so I had no better choice than this, besides that, it will make me well distance myself a little from the place I was used to living.

“Are we close, Antonio?", I ask the nice taxi driver who nods in the rearview mirror.

My family is from Minas Gerais, but my parents moved to São Paulo in search of new opportunities and it was there that I ended up being born, far from all this never having the opportunity to know the state.

My grandmother has also been several times to visit me, but I never set foot in Belo Horizonte in life and I confess that adapting will be a challenge for me.

The dirt road is not one of the best since the car swings when it crosses some hole, in the distance I see a kind of mansion that you can see when we climb another road.

Intrigued, my eyes are fixed on that big old-style house, but very beautiful, I also notice that the residence is very far from everything and occupies a good part of the green land.

“Who lives there, your Antonio?", I point with my finger to the house that seems abandoned.

“These lands belong to a very influential family, but only one member resides as the rest went to the capital."

“It is a beautiful house although it seems intimidating...", I murmur when the car moves away from the house.

“The girl is curious, is not she? That house and the farm currently belong to the eldest son of the Lorenzoni, have you heard of the cheese brand Lorenzoni?", Antony asks and searches my mind trying to remember the name that seems known.

“I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never tried it..."

“Well, butter and cheese are damned good, that’s where the business owner lives, but no one sees him easily, they say the man is very reserved..."

I’m totally curious about this family and the owner, but I forget about it when we turn two more streets before we see a simple house that I saw several times per photo.

The car parks near the gate, I open the bag and pay the price of the race to Antonio who thanks me with a smile before removing my luggage and leaving.

I do not need to clap or call my grandmother because the little lady rushes out of the house and comes open the gate thrilled.

I open a big smile on my lips when the lock is opened, drop my bags and bag running to hug Izabel who laughs with my excitement and reciprocates with a kiss on my cheek narrowing her eyes to look at me better.

“I can’t believe you’re here! Spy alone, so grown up and like your mother..."

Mentioning my mother always thrills me and being in the lands she was born and raised makes my eyes fill with tears that beg to be poured.

“Don’t cry, baby! Come on, let’s go in!", I wave back to pick up my things following up to the door of the simple house, but that looks very cozy.

The interior of the house is cozy the way I imagined it would be, grandma shows me every chest of drawers in the house warning that I will stay in the room that belonged to my mother as a child.

“It’s small and very humble, very different from what you’re used to in the big city, isn’t it?", asks leaning against the door when I leave my bags in a corner and sit on the double bed.

“It’s already very good like that, don’t worry!", I smile feeling the fatigue of the trip appear.

“Rest dear, it’s dripping with sleep, I’ll prepare lunch and call you when it’s ready."

“I will help!", I say getting out of bed, but Izabel prevents me from leaving the room.

“You’re tired of the long journey, stay and obey your poor grandmother, girl!", scold me with a laugh as you leave the room and close the door behind you.

I collapse in bed with a long sigh, take the cell phone inside the bag checking the hours before opening one of the bags and removing comfortable clothes.

I change putting a jeans shorts and a tank before I lie in bed again, the weather is hot, nothing compared to the cold I was doing in São Paulo when I left the state.

The fatigue of the trip ends up being stronger than me and soon end up sleeping dreaming about my new life in Minas Gerais.

I was able to sleep for only an hour and a half waking up with my grandmother shaking me warning me that lunch was ready I did not try to roll since I had a belly snoring hungry.

The simple lunch, but very well seasoned was delicious, I helped Izabel to wash and dry the dishes after finishing, and we were sitting in the yard for a long time recalling childhood stories of my late uncle and my beloved mother.

“Come my granddaughter, I want to show you something!", she says rising from the chair and surrounding the yard with me behind her.

“What is it, grandma?", I ask noticing that there is something covered by a kind of blue canvas in a place that looks like an improvised garage.

“That was your uncle’s, even against these types of vehicles, I want you to stay with him and feel free to know this land around.", says pulling the canvas that discovers a beautiful yellow beetle.

My uncle died in a motorcycle accident in the city center at night, and since then left my grandmother shattered with great loss, I imagine the weight she is feeling in showing me something personal of his.

“Don’t you mind?", I ask helping to reveal the car and look at the yellowish Lataria more carefully.

“It’s useless, so you can keep it, just drive carefully, you hear?", I sign with a big smile on my face taking the keys she hands me.

I took my driver’s license at nineteen, and today at twenty-two I never had the opportunity to buy a car for myself, I am thrilled by the gift.

“Thank you, Grandma!", I kiss her cheek she laughs when I jump with joy.

“I do not know if everything is working, do a test to see if it still turns on."

I sign with my head opening the car door before settling in the driver’s seat, I almost invited her to come in and take a walk with me, but I move away from this idea when I see the melancholy in the look when remembering the son.

I put the key in the car and almost shout happiness when the car starts after a few seconds of roaring with the old engine, many would want to have a new car to call their own, but I’m glad to have my first even being a beetle.

“Are you going to be okay?", I scream at the noise of the car.

“Yes, you will know the neighborhood, but do not come back late!", I wave backing up the car to remove it from the makeshift garage.

In a few minutes, I’m doing the same way done by the taxi driver when he brought me, the car is noisy, but you can spend it when it is to move around the interior.

I have fun driving my first car, some people passing by nod their hands, and even without recognizing I end up returning with a smile.

Realizing that the gas tank is not full I get to the small town back to back, back on the dirt roads my eyes fix again on the large plot with the huge house that looks like a haunted suitcase.

And to my total despair, I hear the sound of alço bursting coming directly from the car, I leave the car in the middle of the road looking for the problem and soon realize that it is one of the front tires that is fading quickly.

Damn!

The weather seems to have warmed up more and even with clothes suitable for the heat, the sun is torturing me when I turn the car looking for something, the worst is that not even mobile I brought so excited I was.

I clean the sweat that accumulates on my forehead seeing that a man in formal clothes comes out of one of the gates of the mansion and screams when he sees me:

“Is the girl in need of help?"

“The tire of my car emptied and I have no other to change!", I scream back.

“I can lend you one of my tires and tomorrow the girl returns.", I nod relieved by the quick help.

The man who looks more like a safety brings one of the tires and I thank him immensely when he offers to change the flat tire I do not complain since I also do not know anything about that part.

“What’s your name?", I ask returning the suit of the uniform he removed.