Chapter 80

The kiss was only interrupted because I didn't want to let him distract me. If that would be the last time I stepped on that favela, it would have to be worth it. And I wanted Picasso to remember me, in a way that no other woman could do for him. When I walked away, his eyes were already heavy by lust, but he arched his eyebrow slightly when he noticed that I was moving away in the direction of the stones and smiling in an obscene way.

“It could be my last night, you know? "I asked in a provocative tone. Picasso followed me, as if he were in a trance. When I leaned against one of the low stones and sat down, he stood in front of me. "And I would like to prove something different that only Mandela's favela has.

Picasso nibbled on his lower lip.

“Me?

"It's "I spoke with little interest, even though I knew my eyes betrayed me, especially when I looked down at his pants. "I want some information before that, of course, beca