* What hours later

There were only peals of laughter in the car. Tony and Nelson got along very well. Very joking, Tony told the unusual anecdotes of France. He also gave news of the family there and vice versa. I was just listening. And then…

Tony: So Naomi happy to be part of our family?

Me: I'm not in yet, so...

Nelson: But it's only a matter of days my love. This is almost already the case.

My love ? Nelson had never called me that. In front of people he tended to grow romantically.

I know. More than a matter of days.

Tony: But are you happy Naomi?

What insistence! Was it sent on me?

Me: Of course yes.

I felt weird. I really didn't appreciate him asking me that question. No, but what am I getting into? Contrary to what Nelson thought, I wasn't sure I would get along with him. He seemed a little too sure. But still it is beautiful huh!

We arrived at Nelson's and I went straight down to enter the house. Nelson had a superb villa in Brussels (Capital of Belgium). A house built by his father. Four bedrooms, 6 showers, a front garden and a superb swimming pool. My future home.

Nelson: Baby, can you get us something to drink?

But this guy just wanted to show his brother what? I didn't even know where we keep the glasses. The few times I came here, he always took care of everything. I was happy to be received. Now he suddenly wanted me to behave like a housewife. And it's as if his swashbuckling brother realized it.

Tony: I believe the glasses are in there.

I held myself back so as not to glare at him. Did I ask you something?

I know. I was thinking of something else.

Liar go! But I didn't want him to know that I didn't know this house. Subsequently, Nelson received a phone call. Looking upset by this call, he told us that he had to leave immediately to manage an urgent situation.

Nelson: Get to know each other. I have it for an hour max. Tony I hope you're not too hungry? Can you wait for me to eat?

Tony: Don't worry. My future sister-in-law and I have a lot to talk about.

His way of saying it and his way of looking at me. It sounded like he was talking about something else entirely. Like he was going to take off all my clothes and stare at me. No but what was I thinking? I felt confused enough already. So I went into the kitchen to avoid his gaze.

Tony: What do you do for a living Naomi?

He asked me from the living room!

Me: I'm in my 5th year of marketing.

Tony: Oh good! So we practically did the same studies.

Me: Believe it.

I avoided any conversation with him. It bothered me a little too much. And I didn't like it at all. I was his brother's wife. We were getting married in three weeks. What is this bad luck that I brought on me by wanting to let myself be troubled by my husband's brother? When I say that I like complicated things! To avoid it further, I decided to go get some fresh air by the pool, pretending that I had to phone. And for no real reason I started calling friends I didn't really have anything to say to. After 10 minutes, I thought he had already forgotten about me. I quietly walked very close to the pool praying that Nelson would come home soon. And I took a misstep.

I didn't know how to swim. A 100% Belgian girl from my state, I didn't know how to swim. Hmm!!! I had tried, huh, but I was too afraid of the water. And today I think I was even more afraid that I couldn't scream. Because Tony didn't seem to hear me. When I needed him to be interested in me, to follow me like a dog in heat, that's when the asshole was indifferent.

The more I tried to fight, to scream, to come to the surface, the more I sank. I sank, it was over. A girl who died by drowning in the Canal 2 newspaper. What an image! I started thinking about my parents, about Wesley my brother, about Kylie, about… I thought no more. No more strength to fight. My eyes closed.

A few minutes after,

“Naomi, Naomi. Answer me please. »

I thought I heard. But my eyes wouldn't open. I immediately felt a pressure on my mouth. Then another squeeze on my chest. And again a pressure on my mouth.

« Naomi don't do this to me. Open your eyes. »

But no ! My eyes did not open. I couldn't. And the voice kept begging me to open my eyes. A familiar voice, but above all warm, and which exuded a certain strength. A voice that seemed to belong to me. A voice that I took pleasure in my unconsciousness to listen to. And as I felt another pressure on my chest, I miraculously managed to wake up. And I was throwing water out of my body, I was coughing. I had forgotten that I had fallen in the water earlier. And as I continued to cough, I saw the face of that voice so soft that was begging me to wake up a few minutes ago.

Oh my God ! Not him ! I had not, on the road to death, fantasized about his voice. Definitely! This Tony was certainly sent by the Devil to tempt me. Don't we say that the Devil can go through the closest people to confuse you on the right path?

Tony: I'm fine Naomi. Don't get agitated, stay calm, you'll be fine.

My God ! This pressure I felt on my mouth. My God ! He dared ? Word of mouth?

Tony: Calm down Naomi. You need to come to your senses calmly.

Me: Did you give me (I was still breathing hard) mouth to mouth?

TO BE CONTINUED......