I smile wide when I watch her walk away. I know she's running away. She evades me because she is unable to cope with all the things that I make her feel. Although… I also feel very intense things for her, and I can't understand why she is so fascinated. I have seen many women like her in my life. And no, it's not because she was reluctant to agree to go on a date with me. No, it is not my wounded ego that speaks. It's something more.
I can't help but remember every second with her, once she's been away from me. What I felt when I saw her arrive at the observatory was very intense, the way she makes me smile with a simple comment… She has an impressive power over me! These uncontrollable desire to hug her, kiss her, look at her... I never felt them with someone else. At least not in this… recalcitrant way.
What has this woman got? I question it, while I lose myself in my musings.
Her funny way of singing, infected me with a strange magic
I read the message one more time. I think it's the tenth time I've done it and I can't help the idiotic smirk on my lips. Oh my! Daniel just sent me a text message, specifying where he lives. He is either very crazy or very desperate. I do not think it is the second option, because with the physique that he has, I doubt that it will be difficult for him to get a date. So what the hell is wrong with him? Do I seem like a kind of personal challenge to him?“Wow! I think the last time I saw you smile like that, was when Loki made a surprise appearance in Room H at Comic Con 2013,” Lara says.“This is better than fucking Loki at fucking Comic Con,”I whisper, still staring at my cell phone screen.“Oh, my God!” Lara exclaims. “It must be something, or rather someone very good, for you to say such a thing.”I grin mischievously and shrug.“What did you do this time, you little rascal?”&nbs
I think back to what I did this afternoon, and I wonder if maybe it's a complete nonsense. As soon as I pressed the key to send the message, I felt something very close to regret and was tempted to send another message backtracking, saying that something unexpected had come up. However, something deep inside me told me not to do it, to let things flow...that I should let this woman get deep inside of me...A high-pitched sound made me jump. It's the oven alarm, telling me that the salmon is ready. It took me a long time to decide what to cook, since I don't know what Harper's tastes are, even though I suspect that she is neither vegan nor vegetarian. Remembering the way she delighted in eating her bacon this morning made that clear to me. In addition, fish is a good option for dinner, accompanied by a delicious white wine and a pleasant chat.Strange as it may seem, I don't think of this woman as a hot body with which I can satisfy my male needs, but as an intere
I look one more time at my mobile screen to make sure I'm in the right place. And in checking, I am. I get out of the car very slowly and mentally thank my mother for lending me her '89 Volkswagen, after telling her that I would be going to a family reunion at Lara's parents' house, or else I would have had to pay a high fee to get here. It is not at all comfortable to be clad in a white dress, carved to the body that falls just below the knee and over a pair of silver d'orsay slippers, as if to take the subway and walk up the entire hill.I look up and look at the nice house in front of me.A sense of regret begins to wash over me. I'm not sure if listening to Cynthia and dressed up as her was a good idea.I don't understand why I keep pretending to be something that I am not.I snort in frustration when one of my feet threatens to twist, and I go back to berating myself for paying attention to Cinthia. What was I thinking? I can hardly walk wit
Daniel feels an immense desire to jump on Harper and devour his mouth with a passionate kiss, as soon as he opens the door, but he knows how to hold back. At the same time, he wants to hug her with the greatest of tenderness, hold her in his arms and fill himself with the scent of her hair that must surely smell delicious. He stands for a while and watches her. She looks radiant in that little white dress and side-swept hair that covers part of her left shoulder.He cannot suppress the urge to lick his lips, for the idea of taking off her clothes and exploring every corner of her body takes over his reason. He forces himself to think about something else, or else he will end up behaving vile and depraved, and he will fuck her there, without further ado, without regard or delicacy.He steps aside for Harper to enter and waves his hand, inviting her to pass.“Welcome to my humble home, Miss.”He smiles coquettishly.She doesn't move. She ju
They laugh out loud once more. The evening passes between jokes and a very pleasant conversation. Harper is very pleased to know that Daniel’s much more than just a pretty face. She is fascinated by the ease with which she can go from trivial topics, such as the last episode of The Walking Dead, to talk about the delicate socio-political and economic situation of the Middle East, and then fall back on trivial topics.For his part, Daniel is charmed by Harper's light sense of humor. She laughs out loud, at everything, with minimal effort. He is captivated by how spontaneous she is and how amazing she feels in her presence. He is the type of woman who does not remain silent, and when an awkward silence threatens to be present, he looks for a way to avoid it, saying anything.It has her completely spellbound!“Imagine the face she made when she saw me,”he says, laughing. She almost fainted from shock.Harper cracks up with laughter. T
I open my eyes suddenly, realizing that it has already dawned. The sensation of good sex draws a smile to my face, while the delicious memories of the night before flock to my mind.A beautiful woman, panting, moaning and sweating, between my arms, crying out more and more, as her soft hands touch me. My skin burning to the touch...I stir between the sheets and stretch my arm. I grope for the naked body of this woman that I love, but I can't find it. I get up quickly, frown, and take a quick look at my surroundings.“Harper?”I call her.However, I don't get any response.Dante suddenly appears, rushing through the door like a cyclone. He gets on the bed, wagging his tail and looks at me with great enthusiasm. He starts licking my face.“Have you seen Harper, friend?”The dog looks at me and cocks his head. I must stop talking to my dog, or else I'll end up really crazy. I stroke his head and ruffle his hai
“Miss!”I jump up and shake my head. A gentleman in his fifties looks at me with a frown. I look down and see a few things on the counter.“How much is it?”he asks.I look at the articles and take the mental account“There are thirteen-eighty,”I answer without hesitation.“And one more pack of cigarettes?”he asks.“That’ll be twenty,”I reply.The customer takes a bill out of his wallet and puts it on the metal surface. Wasting no time, I take the money and put it in the cash register.“Have a great day,”I smile.“Likewise, Harper.”The gentleman nods her head, takes his things, and turns to leave. One more satisfied buyer. Mr. Hudson comes in every morning for his usual dose of nicotine, the newspaper, and some assorted-flavored gummies.As my star shopper walks away, I look at the clock o
I hold the balcony railing with my hands. It is very cold. I stare at the horizon. The orange and blue tones are the protagonists of the beautiful view that I see in the sky. The sunset is beautiful from here. I put a hand to my head and again take a deep breath. I need to calm down a bit.I turn around and sit back in the comfortable, White, leather chair where I've been gazing out at the scenery for the past half hour. I take a deep breath and blow it out, staring at the little gadget from hell that refuses to chime. Not a fucking message, not a fucking call...nothing.“Shit!” I mutter, I grab my cellular, I get up and go into my house.Dante lies on the rug in the living room.I need to keep my mind busy, or else I'm going to go crazy. All right, I can call Harper and end this ordeal, but no, I'm not going to make that mistake. I do not do that.It is not my style.I take a quick look around me. I am looking for somethin
Since the opening night of “No Temptation”, Daniel, and Ryan haven't had a busy night like this. The place is packed with people, and an immense line of people wait outside to enter, and taste a dish from Chef Ansdell. Thanks to an excellent review by a food critic, published in The Angeles Times three weeks ago, the restaurant's good name has been on the rise day after day. Four months have passed since Daniel and Harper got back together. Henry has started working in the kitchen at “No Temptation” as an assistant to his brother-in-law, who prepares him to be Tournant Chef. Hopefully, he can become a very good one, in no time. Mrs. Youra goes every morning, Monday through Friday, from eight to eleven in the morning. She is Vanity's nutritional advisor, who designs meal plans for people interested in improving their lifestyle. While Daniel takes it upon himself to help them sculpt their bodies, she helps them strengthen their minds and create new eating habits. Harper is in charge
He can't stop staring at the entrance, every time the door opens and someone comes in or comes out, thinking it might be her, and even though he knows it's not yet the scheduled time, he feels very anxious. The way he fiddles with her sweaty hands makes it obvious. He looks again at the time on his mobile screen. It's ten minutes to two in the afternoon.What Daniel does not imagine is that from outside, through the glass of a window, a pair of brown eyes watches him. She is the woman who took over his thoughts and his will. The same one that is torn between nostalgia, anger, forgiveness and heartbreak.Harper feels that her heart may leap out of her chest at any moment, and that a knot in her stomach threatens to make her return the lunch her mother forced her to eat before leaving home.She's tempted to turn and walk away, but she pauses for a minute to think better of it. Her mother is right, that innocent creature that grows inside her is not to blame for he
Dante's eyes fix on mine. I know what he wants, but I won't give in to his canine charms. I put the last bite of steak in my mouth as he cocks his head. I wipe the right corner of my lips with a cloth napkin, get up from my chair, pick up my plate, and put it in the dishwasher. I fix up the kitchen with lightning speed. A new episode of Master Chef Junior is about to begin, and I am not going to miss it.I take a seat on the sofa in the living room and turn on the television. Finally, some rest. I've been in the gym all afternoon, trying to keep my mind busy, and as soon as I got home, I started packing. Maybe a couple of weeks with my sister in Canada will help me collect my thoughts. I realize that Dante hasn't taken his eyes off me for a second.“What?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “Don't you have food?” I jump to my feet and head to the service area, to notice Dante's bowl of food. It is full.Yet my doglooks at me like he wants t
My mother's hands are so tight on the wheel of the car, I can see her knuckles start to turn white. The silence is so awkward, I can't help but squirm in the passenger seat. My mom is staring straight ahead, I notice her jaw is set and she breathes as if trying to calm herself.My dear friend Cinthia, left as soon as she saw my mother arrive. What a friend! Although I don't blame her, anyone in their right mind would have done the same. It is not pleasant to see Youra Sang upset, giving one of her sermons to one of her children. And for bad luck, she arrived long before the happy ultrasound was done, so you can imagine the scene: my mother sitting next to me, looking at the screen with a face of few friends, while the doctor explained to us that the embryo was in perfect state. Not to mention the gesture she made when she found out she was going to be a grandmother.At that moment, I just wanted the earth to swallow me and spit me out... No! Not to spit me anywhere. Sw
I sigh in relief when there is no traffic. I'll be able to get to Josh's house without delay, before he starts his day. The recording studio is at the lower part of his mansion.That scene was supposed to be mine, that I would be, as I have been for the last four years, the protagonist of one of their typical cliché sexual scenes, because for about six months, the creativity of their ‘writers’has left a lot to be desired.I feel very angry about Josh's attitude. The fact that I had some inconvenience in the last four scenes that I was supposed to shoot does not give him the right to replace me with a fucking little boy who lacks all the necessary experience to stand out, at least a little, in the adult entertainment industry. And if it were at least that I couldn't get the job done, I'd understand and leave things as they are, but it wasn't. I complied! That I had to ask for Clementine's help on several occasions? Yes! That does not mean that I
I burst out laughing once more. OMG! My belly hurts from laughing so much. In short, Lara is crazy. She does not stop yelling at the television screen, as if by doing that she was going to get the protagonist of the film to pay attention to her.“Fuck! No! Stay out of there, idiot. They are going to kill you!” She yells like a madwoman.“The day the television guys answer her, I'll be the first to take her straight to the asylum,” Cynthia whispers just for me to hear. I have to work hard not to spit out the sip of soda that I just had.“Are you watching?” Lara looks at Cynthia and me. “They killed her, for being stupid.”“OMG! She's seen that movie a million times, and she always reacts like it's the first time she's seen it,” Cynthia says in a very low voice, leaning a little towards me.“Listen!” Lara shoots him a disapproving look. “This I have not seen. The one I saw
I fix my gaze on the horizon. I look without looking, while only a thought reverberates in my mind. Why the hell can't I stop thinking about her? It's been three weeks since everything went to hell, and Harper refuses to get out of my head.It's the opening night of ‘No Temptation’. And while I should be very happy to see my big dream come true, it's hard not to feel sad. The lack of a certain person is undeniable.For the past few days, according to Ryan, I've stopped being me. Although I don't understand why he says it. I have continued with my projects and with my life in general. With the slight difference that I had to start taking the damn blue pill to get my erections to stay for the duration of a scene filming, I can't concentrate. I only think of her.I've seen Henry a few times in the gym, and our topic of conversation is always the same: Harper.“My love life sucks,”is what I tell him and Ryan, whenever I get a cha
Half an hour earlier.I stare at the clothes that lie on my bed. I can't decide what to wear. I'm between the little flowered dress that I wore the day Daniel gave me my sim card, and a black cowboy with a black blouse. After thinking about it for a couple more seconds, I opted for the second option.I dress quickly, while I'm thinking what the hell I'm going to do to my hair. It's not like we're going to have dinner with Queen Elizabeth either, but I still want to look radiant, like every time I know I'm going out with my handsome boyfriend.Today, exactly today, it is one month since Daniel and I met. I can't help but smile like a fool, remembering the way our paths crossed.Wow! One month! It seems like a lie.At times I feel like it has been years...at times I feel like it was yesterday.In the end I decide to gather my hair in a high ponytail. I'm not the type of woman to spend hours in front of the mirror.
I must tell her, I repeat these words in my head. I already lost count of how many times this thought has reverberated in my mind. I must tell Harper the truth. She deserves to know everything. However, every time I've been about to do it, I flinch at the last minute. They already say that from saying to fact there is a long way...It's been exactly eight days since Harper and I made that crazy ‘zero sex’agreement, in order to strengthen our relationship in other ways. The idea turned out to be a very good one, not being able to satisfy the immense desire that she generates in me, I have been able to realize some things that I have never bothered to assimilate before. One of them is the fact that Harper is a woman with a very strong character.“She's not the type of girl who apologizes for speaking her mind. You know? She is very sharp with her tongue. With you it is very measured, friend.”Henry's words finally make sense