Revolving Doors by Perri Forrest Page A

I wanted it badly. What I did not want badly was to embark on a 4-year journey of college life.
    Damn…4 years . Just the thought of it…That’s a long ass time!
    I’d much rather be back underneath Paulo and grabbing onto his back for dear life as he gave me the first taste of love stick ever. Or, even better having insanely hot, loud, mature sex with Victor in that beautiful ocean-themed suite at Paraiso Belo.
    The memories were still fresh. Even after a week – eight days to be exact – my body still reacted to mere thoughts of his touch…his kisses…the penile tration.
    I wished I could use those particular arguments for taking a year off before school and living in Brazil for a year, but I knew it wouldn’t fly too well with my parents.
    In fact, I was pretty sure they would deny my existence at all. 
    Hey, maybe if I was up front and honest and told my parents that Victor helped me get over Kenny in a few short days by fucking my brains out, sucking my nipples into submission, and licking in places I didn’t know could react to human touch, they would see the benefits of it.
    Yeah, right!
    Right after they ignored the fact that I was damn near grown and took turns beating my ass. 
    I didn’t even know why I was sitting there trying to think of ways out of the whole school thing. It wasn’t happening.
    So why even dream for something that could never be attained? For one, if my parents knew a single piece of what I had been up to, they would shit enough bricks to build a house in the country; and two, they would never allow me to live in Brazil.
    It wasn’t like a trip to Los Angeles where I could catch a flight and be checked into my hotel ninety minutes after boarding the plane.
    So yeah, living in Brazil would’ve certainly been a “ Hell no! ” and “ Where exactly over the Atlantic did you lose your damn mind ?”
    Neither Gabriel nor Alexis would be having any of that.

CHAPTER 13
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    When August rolled around, off to UC Berkeley I went to begin my Freshman year of college.
    I pushed myself. If I was going, I was going to go hard. No in between.
    While most of my peers were earning their degrees to pursue the most attractive package at a Fortune 500, because of Valentina, I was determined to have my own company. I had my mind set on being an employer, not an employee.
    I wanted to build a legacy – an empire. Simply put, I wanted something big to show for it all at the end.
    Even with all the inner thinking and debating that I endured, when I finally got there I found that college life wasn’t as horrific as I imagined it would be. I was a better student than I thought, and actually liked my classes and the professors who taught them. I even managed to make a few worthy friends along the way.
    I breezed through effortlessly, making the grade the entire way.
    Extra incentive was the fact that there were many, many cute boys, of all flavors, everywhere I looked. A definite plus. And heading to Brazil every year to play hostess at Paraiso Belo for spring break didn’t hurt things.
    I feared my schooling would get in the way because of the demand, but everything fell into place nicely and I always returned home, invigorated and ready for whatever came next.
     
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    I met Kelli during junior year in my Micro Economics class. Unlike me, she was majoring in Mass Communications and her sole focus was on being the scholar.
    Her dream was to work for Pixar and hang with the yuppie crowd in Emeryville. She was an overall cool girl who seemed grounded and reminded me of myself a little, which is probably why I was drawn to her.
    I didn’t know her story, but felt like one was there. A silent beauty – not so much that she wasn’t aware of her beauty, just that she didn’t let it define her or rule how she conducted herself. I admired that.
    In a class of 72, we both managed to find our way to the back of the room each session. She’d always acknowledge me, just nothing past the