"Do you want a drink, Jonathan?"
My mother's voice fills the room.
My grandmother talks to Julio God knows about what.
Of course I don't know about what too!
The damn looks full of mockery and desire in Julio's eyes are irritating. My grandmother, on the other hand, has those knowing eyes that love to see her married granddaughter and more with someone who is so well dressed. She has a good eye for people. I know Julio is a lovely man.
"Machiavellian charming and arrogant."
I can continue with an eternal list of names and qualifiers that will make you want to hit your head and make you think about your stay in my house.
"Sure,” Jonathan answers.
He's a good boy, he seems to be, even though he's here ruining my one-night escape from the country and a magnificent day that ultimately damaged one of the many barriers that he wore as bulletproof capes.
My grandmother sits with Julio in the living room, shares stories, a
The streets are thick and damp from the drizzle that surely fell in the early morning while we all slept. Fruit stores — apples, grapes, pears, and raisins — are packed with lush lines of people who have left everything to the last minute. I could have been one of those if my mother and grandmother hadn't done the shopping without me for our dinner. After going through everything and placing it on the stainless steel table in the middle of the kitchen, I realized that it was all there. From raw, unseasoned pork leg to potatoes and carrots for Russian salad. They bought about four bottles of Tempranillo red wine and a gallon of rum. If something is clear in our tiny family, it is that at Christmas they should have a few drinks and celebrate that we are together one more year. The houses in Lace Praderas, They are huge elegant buildings, although some modernized and elevated as in search of the sky were converted into buildings with apartments for rent. The area where
The streets are thick and damp from the drizzle that surely fell in the early morning while we all slept. Fruit stores — apples, grapes, pears, and raisins — are packed with lush lines of people who have left everything to the last minute. I could have been one of those if my mother and grandmother hadn't done the shopping without me for our dinner. After going through everything and placing it on the stainless steel table in the middle of the kitchen, I realized that it was all there. From raw, unseasoned pork leg to potatoes and carrots for Russian salad. They bought about four bottles of Tempranillo red wine and a gallon of rum. If something is clear in our tiny family, it is that at Christmas they should have a few drinks and celebrate that we are together one more year.The houses in Lace Praderas, They are huge elegant buildings, although some modernized and elevated as in search of the sky were converted into buildings with apartments for rent. The
The day passes quickly.In constant motion, I season and drink wine. I am finally relaxed after so many days of agony and tension in Queens. Then there are twenty-four hours with Julio. It was too much. I haven't been so pressured in so long. Now I have three cases, which are not difficult. We are clear on how to proceed, although you can always count on a judge to change the dates or an obstruction. That makes my job heavier, but I handle title and inheritance lawsuits easy. I specialized in Real Estate Law - rentals, real estate and others. From time to time I accept cases that have nothing to do with the specialty in which I have done the master's degree. Everyone knows that when I take a case it is to lead him to win. It usually happens when they are simple and common fish, those that other lawyers do not accept because they will not have as get money from them. On the other hand, I learned that there are those who cannot afford a good lawyer. but they deserve to be defen
The rectangular table for six is set; six white base plates with gold lines on the edges placed with their cutlery on the right side and a crystal glass in the upper right corner. My grandmother is one of the most delicate women I have ever met in my life. I'm sure she was the one who put the red tablecloth with a top smoothed golden. There are poinsettias in all four corners. I did not see the need to buy a table of eight or twelve chairs if we were always only the three of us and most of the time the two of them. My mother wore a black dress with a little V-neckline; a round clasp with rhinestones adorns the space between the breasts and abdomen. He comes down with ease and reaches his knees. He looks much younger. Sitting in the front seat she is nervous. I miss his writhing hands, but I guess it's because he has a man like Julio at his Christmas dinner. We have been dining alone for more than five years. Since the death of grandfather, no man accompanied us in ti
I don't get out of my astonishment, but a smile slowly curves my lips.I pass my eyes through our clothes; We seem to go anywhere but a greasy street food place."You don't think I'm a lettuce and green juice guy, do you? Because if so, it means that I will have to show you the strength that I have in some places. He smiles with suggestive eyes. Is the lawyer willing to get a little dirty and lose her diet at Christmas?I feel the challenge in his words. Mand encourages me to show him that I can eat a chimi with this look."You can your Do it with that expensive white shirt? Or those pants that at first glance cost my monthly salary?I take off my belt and open the door. I receive the cool breeze of the twenty-fourth of December.It is quite a challenge to walk the twenty steps that separate us from the white plastic tables that complement the business props.So focused on my task of walking without falling or looking like it
I walk slowly and I hope that he will accompany me. We got into the car in silence.My heart beats, it seems to want to get out of my chest. It's been almost two hours since we left. I still don't want to get home. I check WhatsApp and find a message from my mother. I lift my eyes. I don't want to open it, but my fingers think otherwise. Julio is next to me in the Bentley. I hear the engine start, but it won't start.My mother's words transport me to another world, a world of pain.I met Daniel when I was just eighteen. I never told you how we fell in love the moment our gazes connected. I know that growing up thinking that your father did not love you made you not believe in love, that is why I see how fear consumes you when you think that there may be something more between you and Julio.But that is not the problem now.I confess that when I saw your father I was full of words and dreams of characters that I h
Julio puts on his shirt before getting out of the car and looks at me. I think he is going to tell me something, but he just comes over and kisses me slowly, without that characteristic ardor that he showed me these days. No, he kisses me like he wants to connect more than his lips with me. He wants to feel my soul in his mouth. He walks away from me after a few seconds and looks at me with bright eyes.-You are an exceptional woman. Give your mother a chance to be happy without you getting in the way. She is old enough to bear whatever happens to her. Make sure to show your support for her happiness, and if necessary, give her your shoulder to cry on. It's what we should do for our parents if we get the chance.That said, he walks away from me and comes out, opens the door for me and gives me his arm to walk beside him. This position feels so correct.Stop there, Cinderella! That mother found love again does not mean that it is an epidemic and shi
"I am a confident man, and I don't give up easily.Kiss me again this time slower. He runs his tongue across my lower lip and then sucks it in.I melt in his arms."Keep kissing me like this and maybe think of something more than a few days of sex."Dear Maria, days ago it stopped being just sex. You're the only one who keeps thinking about it.As if to prove it, he takes my face in his hands and brushes his lips with mine. He barely touches them, but I feel them shaking. I try to remain rigid and indifferent. I don't want to give him more power than I already have over my body. With his burning hands, he makes me melt like melted cheese. You can feel the rapid pulse beating in my neck as he lays his lips on it and begins to bite my earlobe. I burn. He gasps softly without being able to avoid it. He stops and, with a swift movement, swaps our places. Now he's on top of me and makes his way with one of his legs. I wince at the feel of his erection o
Well, it's done, I exposed myself as I am and I feel.She's blonde… Wow, I had a good imagination when I came up with it in my head. Yes, she is blonde, the kind that hiccup and take your breath away. Damn, I was even attracted to her voluptuous body. I'm not one of those women who spend their lives self “ conscious, no. Everyone has their own. We are all born with something attractive and that makes us special. Although that woman and some plastic surgeons make her look more than attractive, they make her a seductress without even moving her red lipstick. I look at Julio as he gets up and paces back and forth. This time he is the nervous one despite the fact that his face and his upright back show otherwise. I pulled everything down to keep my momentum and battered pride at bay. Seeing that woman on Julio kissing him, something primitive in me woke up. A caveman with a mallet came to the surface and I imagined all kinds of scenarios including a ripped blonde and
After showering, we get into the jacuzzi and make love again, ending up in bed, tired but satiated.Questions hang in the air we breathe, but I don't want to be the one to start talking. I know you are nervous; she squeezes her hands and looks at herself in the mirror after wearing a knee “ length black dress with a strapless neckline for too long. It can be uninhibited when making love, but when it comes to feelings, it becomes an eight without feet or head. It softens my heart to see her fight herself and murmur. Distracted, she thinks I'm not listening. It amazes me how I can love every gesture she makes, even talking to herself out loud.She is crazy to tie, but she is my crazy.“ Did you say something? I ask him when I finish putting on the shirt that had made me bring a button. Makes one moment. We are switched to attend the party my father is throwing. At nine o'clock at night it began ... and we are thirty minutes late.&ld
“ It seems you didn't have long to wait to replace me, Julio.Maria's voice makes Alexandra detach from my quickly, though perhaps not fast enough."Maria…" I can't quite tell her that no matter how cliché what she just saw sounds, it's not what really happens.Damn my ex “ wife who always complicates my life. Can't exes calmly walk away from your life? Alexandra always manages to move the earth under people's feet, and not in a good way. She took advantage of me in a confusing moment that even now I can't guess what she wants from me. I look like a damsel in distress begging for forgiveness for something I couldn't prevent from happening. And boy do I feel in a hurry with Maria's unnerved gaze on me. What did Alexandra want when she kissed me? That woman's mind is a fucking mess. I put my hands in the pockets of my pants and try to control the slight tremor that Marí produces in me with a white dress that reaches h
JulioI hurry through the hotel and greet an employee who walks past me. They all recognize me. Some mentioned minor problems with guests; I sent them to my father. I'll have time to help you with it later. My main concern is to know why María has returned to my life, her intentions and, why not, perhaps calm the accelerated and growing heartbeat that began between my legs since my father notified me of her arrival at the hotel. After searching around the room I have occupied, I head to the elevator. Just before entering, I hear someone call out my name. I face whoever it is who unconsciously intends to ruin my research plans. My instinct yells it at me just before I look up and see Alexandra there. Hearing her from afar and thinking that she would respect my wishes not to see her again, I could never have imagined that she is here or even recognize her voice. I should have gotten on the damn elevator and played deaf. Instead, ed
My suitcase weighs what a feather. I stop at a store on the way to Punta Cana. Adam lent me his car, a black Škoda Fabia from 2012. It is very comfortable and small. He has it for sale, but as a matchmaker — perhaps he doesn't think the same — he lent it to me for a few days saying that he had nothing planned for a few days. The car belongs to his late wife. When she died, she left everything to Adam. He is not interested, it seems to me, to wear anything that reminds him of his dead wife."Understandable".I walk through the lobby of Julio's father's hotel and arrive at the reception. I am wearing a low “ key black dress. I bought clothes for at least three days and several bikinis in case my plans go as I hope, unless Julio had turned the page, so I will not have an answer nor am I ready. A negative now that I decided to give our happiness a chance. It's hard for me to even think that I lost it."It's only been a few days!"For
JulioI am standing in the middle of a business meeting.The white walls and leather chairs occupied by entrepreneurs are a reminder that I have a business to face. I have days without sleeping well. Since I left Maria's house, the dream, it seems, has stayed there and does not want to return.I must face the fact that for the first time in my thirty “ three years I am not going to get something I want, someone I love who does not correspond to me in the same way. It's not fun or happy at all.Curse.I am a self “ confident man. Healways when I will be able to risk and when not, when I take or take control. I controlled myself for a year without dating or having sex with any woman. I didn't feel like it. I began to believe that Alexandra took my manhood wrapped in her aura of infidelity, but I could not be further from reality. Maria ignited my libido as soon as I saw her. Until that
The day comes with a blinding brilliance. Off or the air conditioning and I get out of bed. It's December 28th.I have so many things to do today. The first thing I do is take my mobile and check calls and messages in the mail. Nothing, no calls. I hear the sound of a car parking and turning off. I look out the window; It is a car that I do not recognize. I shower and brush my teeth quickly. My hair only needs a bit of styling cream and I let it go down with freedom of expression. For at go vacation from work should serve.And not combing my hair is one of the joys of life.I River at this thought and I start looking for what to wear. I choose a cherry red blouse and royal blue jean shorts. My sandals twenty -one they are in a corner. I put them on when I leave the room. Right at that moment, my cell phone rings. It is a call from an unknown number.“ Yes?“ Maria.It's Taurus, one of the managers of the buffet. His voice is
The girls have been good. Their names are Lucia and Leidy. As in every pair of twins, there is always one that stands out for its uncontrollable desire to attract attention. That's Lucia. His eyes are a little lighter than his sister's, but it is almost imperceptible. I have dedicated myself to observing them during the hour that they were drawing with all the pens that I found in the house. They have bewitched me. I'm in love with those two globs with the red cheeks and chubby legs.“ So you're our older sister, ”Lucia said before Daniel took them to the car.“ That's right, Lucia. I pinch his ball nose.“ We like having an older sister, ”Leidy speaks for both of us.My chest swells. I hug them.“ I love having two younger sisters. I hope to see them soon. I will have many gifts for you when we meet.Yes,lis I will have many gifts.I will stay in the country, I decided when
The lights are off and the streets are deserted, as there is a breakdown in the urbanization. Homes and apartments with inverters have only half of the light bulbs on. Not knowing what time the electricity will be repaired, they prefer not to waste the inverter's energy. Silence reigns in our house. Sitting on the veranda, I look at my mother's garden, which has bloomed this morning. Fill the place with fascinating color and smells. Sets of roses rise up against each other as if it were a competition from height. In the gallery we have a lamp that adorns the ceiling, perhaps not as large as the ones in the living room, but Yes just enough to stand out. I have my cell phone in my hand, eager to hear from a man who hasn't bothered to contact me. It's been five days since ended our adventure. Every day I feel worse, even when I drink my coffee I wait for him to go down the stairs and come to the kitchen with his almost blond hair disheveled, a sweatshirt that adorns his legs and a flan