“Samanta?” The man's voice resonated in Sam's mind and she turned to stone in that very spot. “Hello. Samanta, can you hear me?” Insisted Dominik.
“Yes” she shook her head hard, “I'm here” she whispered.
“I could not call you before because...” Dominik hurried to let her know everything that had occurred since her number was mysteriously vanished from his mobile.
Samanta, however, did not hear a single word he said. Her mind was focused on something entirely different: He called.
«Oh my God! It's him», The little voice in her head kept repeating ad her hear started racing.
»I was wondering if you would like…” Dom hesitated. He was about to say something he was not sure of. He didn't know it was the most thoughtful thing to say, but he still took his chance, “to go out with me somewhere?”
“What?” Sam asked to make sure what she heard was true.
“Yes. Talk, take a stroll…
“I would like that very much” she responded not thinking about it even once—. I'll be off at 4:00 pm” she muttered.
“Good! Is it okay if I come get you at 10 past 4?”
“Great! It's fine!”
“Amazing! So… See you in a couple hours?” asked Dom, Making sure Sam wouldn't back off.
Samanta nodded in silence like the man on the other side of the line could see her.
“Alright” she finally agreed.
“Alright” he too, agreed.
The phone went silent.
«What just happened?», she asked herself. Samanta could not fathom how she agreed so easily to the invite from a man she had barely met and, could not help but to question herself. «Is it because he's famous?», She asked like and other worldly being would answer. «What if I don't go? If I tell him I have to do overtime?». For a minute, she felt tempted to push aside the stupid idea of going out with this man, but a part of her was begging to go. «Screw it, I'll enjoy myself, You don't get to go out with a celebrity every day». She dove into her own thoughts once again, considering standing him up, just out of fear of not knowing what to say when they met. «What if I bore him? What could I talk about with him?». And this is how the whole day went by for Samanta, submerged in an internal soliloquy. She was so focused planning every step she would give as soon as she was with Dominik, she started acting weird to everybody around her. She ignored Carlos a couple times and she made a few other customers wait a little longer than necessary.
When her shift was over, Sam was at the back of the store, putting her belongings in her bag. She looked to the sides to make sure she was alone and she started changing, taking off her work shirt to put on her own. As she pulled her top from her bag, the door slammed open.
“Could you tell me what exactly is the matter with you?” Carlos yelled as soon as he came in.
Samanta startled and screamed.
“Can't you see I'm changing here?” She grabbed her top and put it on in a hurry.
“Sorry. I didn't know. I'm sorry” her friend turned around, blushed and stared directly at the floor.
“It's fine, it was my fault” she said as she came up to him. Carlos kept his eyes on the floor. “I shouldn't be changing here” she held her friend by the shoulders, but Carlos could not manage to take his eyes off the floor. “What did you say when you came in? I couldn't hear you.”
“What is the matter with you? You've been all crazy today.”
“Uhmmm, I… I just…” Sam tried articulating.
At that instant her phone rang and she answered without even looking at the screen.
»Hello?”
“Hello. Dominik here. Are you ready yet? I'll be there in five minutes.”
“Eh, hi” she mumbled. “Yes, I'm ready. I'm on my way out.”
Carlos rose an eyebrow to her friend's nervousness.
“Perfect, I am almost there. See you shortly.”
“Ok.”
The call ended.
“Alright, either this is a national secret or you just won't tell me what's going on. Who was that?” Samanta's curious friend inquired.
“I… uhmmm…” she stuttered.
She could not manage to process what was happening, and she herself could not understand why she was acting like this. She never kept a secret from her friend, but right now, she felt the imperative need to stay silent about her … date?
Carlos' inquisitive stare kept glaring at her and she felt awful not telling him, so she finally came clean.
»It's Dominik” she snapped.
“What?” Carlos had his eyes open in awe. “And when were you planning on telling me you have a date with The Bullet?”
“It's no date” Sam let out, defensively.
“Excuse you? Where I'm from, we call that a date” he refuted.
“We're just hanging out, some light conversation and that's it.”
“Really? Carlos rose an eyebrow and crossed his arms.
“I'm sorry, ok? I didn't mean to keep you out of this, it just happened.”
“Sure! I think I may have overstepped a little” Carlos tried to calm down. “When are you seeing him?”
“Now” muttered Sam biting her lower lip.
“What? Now? Right now?” Carlos' heart stopped. “But, bu-bu-but…”
A weird feeling came over Carlos. Was it sadness? Why was he feeling like this? Thinking about his friend going out with a celebrity, handsome and rich made him feel unhappy.
Sam gave her friend a hug and a peck on the cheek.
“Promise to fill you in on it later” she said.
«I'd rather you don't», he thought.
«What am I doing?», Dominik asked himself for the fifth time in a row. He knew this was completely insane, but he was, none the less, delighted to be doing it. He went way past the limit of what he thought he could do for a woman. Point being, he had never done anything like this.After Rodríguez managed to recover Samanta's number, Dom started sketching a plan. That afternoon he finally had some time to himself, rest and take his mind off his sports and advertising engagements, therefore he snuck Friedrich's ID while they were in his room, overlooking some documents Adidas sent him, in order to renew the contract they had going on. He used said ID to rent a vehicle after sneaking out of the hotel, he knew if he used his own, it would be a matter of minutes before the press would find and chase him.Outside the airport, there was an impatient and very nervous Dominik, who, by whatever strange reason, did not understand how come this girl made him feel so good, so free … so him. It was
Dominik smiled from the obvious embarrassment the woman sitting next to him was feeling.“Don’t worry. You don't need to be sorry. Life was merciful to him, the people who suffer from the disease that killed him, usually agonize for decades …” he cleared his throat. My father never liked going to the doctor, so I think that's what kept him around for so long. “He had the disease, but he never had the symptoms. It only took him knowing he had it for it to consume him…”Samanta could sense the profound sadness Dominik's words contained. Although she had not experienced the loss of a parent, she was very empathetic and it always heartened her to see others in pain. She noticed her eyes were watering.The car stopped.“Your father must have been a great man” she said in a shaky voice, and then cleared her throat.“He was not only my father, he was my friend, my accomplice … my angel. He supported me from the start, with this whole football thing. Soccer, I mean. My mother, because of the
Dominik shut his eyes close and forced himself to calm down, he was about to blow.“I cannot believe this. Friedrich” he said the name begrudgingly.“Who's Friedrich?”“My manager and publicist” he responded, looking at one of the men watching him. “He goes out of his way to keep watching over every step I take.”“Why would he want your picture, I mean, ours?” Sam seemed confused.“Pictures? What?”“Yes, that one over there just shot his flash” Sam looked at the man by the hot dog stand.“Jeez!” Dominik seemed very upset.“What's the matter?”“Let's go.”“Sure, we'll go, but. What's going on?”“They are not Friedrich's men, they're paparazzi. someone recognized me and let them know” he said, grabbing Sam by the arm as they walked towards the car. “Forgive me, Samanta. Coming here might not have been the best idea.”“Are you kidding me? I loved it!”“Seriously, forgive me, I never wanted this for you…”“But… What are you talking about?” Sam was starting to get agitated by Dominik's att
«Slip it under the door and leave», he repeated to himself mentally, for the third time. He took a deep breath and took two steps forward. «Leave, Carlos », his conscience snapped.He knew he was acting a fool. He used the silliest excuse to go over to Samanta's. Bring her her paycheck? Samanta picked it up every Saturday morning! It was absolutely unnecessary for him to be there. His only goal was to make sure Sam had already come home. If that was the case, it would only mean their date had been boring and that was that. However, on the contrary, Sam did not make it back home because she had had so much fun she lost track of time.He looked at the clock and realized it was almost 8pm, he took another breath in, put his hand in a fist, raised his fist, about to knock on that door, announcing his presence.«Why do you torture yourself like this? Go home!». Once again, that little voice in his head.He shut his eyes tight and let out a long sigh in resignation. He got down and slipped
Samanta frowned when she saw Carlos and her sister from afar. Teresa seemed very upset while her friend seemed quite embarrassed. «What's going on? Why are these two out?», she asked herself. The car stopped right where she told Dominik, precisely at her house. She was anxious and got off the car, wasting no time. Dom got off the car a couple seconds after he shut the car down. “What's the matter?” Samanta asked as she approached the other two. Teresa looked at her annoyed, then she glued her eyes to the guy standing behind Samanta. »Oh! I'm so rude, this is Do…” Sam tried talking, but, her sister cut her off. “I know who he is.” Dominik was very uncomfortable by the woman's rude tone, he intervened inevitably. “I am sorry, I guess I came at a bad time” he looked at Samanta. “It will be best to meet again some other time.” “No. It will be best to have a word with you right now” said Teresa, with notable hostility. She turned to her sister. “Go to your room.” Samanta frowned
Dominik headed for the JW Marriott Hotel. Traffic was heavy and that did not help his terrible mood. It was almost eight at night, as he approached his destination, he went through everything that had perspired that day. First, the inconvenient with the paparazzi at the beach, then Samanta's sister lecturing him to wrap things up in style. Right then, his own sister came to mind. Regardless of being a child from another marriage, years before his father met his mother, Karol was around during most of his childhood and a big part of his teenage years. She was always there for him, standing up for him when people would comment on him because of his condition. Then he understood how normal it was for Teresa to react the way she did. Still, Dominik could not help feeling annoyed and frustrated by the way things happened.Those paparazzi sneaking on them really pissed him off.The memory of that beautiful woman irrupted into his thoughts, making him remember what went on in that car, as sh
“What the hell was that?” Samanta snapped as soon as Teresa walked into the house.“I thought…” her sister mumbled.“You thought wrong and you know it. You can't expect to go through life acting like that whenever I meet someone.”“Had you been honest with me, none of this would have happened. When you were with Alan, I should have…”“Stop it! Alan was a mistake. A big one, I know. But I learned and moved on. You should do the same, too.”Samanta turned around, heading for her room, furious.Teresa could not keep herself from diving into her memories …For the 11 years she had been a social worker, she saw all kinds of cases, everything from homeless children who had lost their parents in any sort of tragic accident or because they lived with an inept relative who could not offer a decent life for them. She had to deal with sexual abuse victims, drug-addicted teenagers, 13 or 14 year old girls in pregnancies. She had to learnt to not let her emotions get the best of her, she had to be
Screaming, applauding and cheering…All eyes were set on him.He looked again at the man in front of him. He knew he wanted him to make a mistake, but he would not give him the pleasure to see him fail. He took a big breath and a few steps back. Analyzed every angle possible to score that penalty shot until he finally found a breach in the rivaling team's defense. He breathed out slowly and kicked the ball hard as he could.The ball flew through the air, headed for the goal. One hand tried to keep it from going in, but failed.The bleachers erupted in a simultaneous scream of joy.¡GOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAL!They shouted.The German team celebrated the score, set now on 2 vs. 1 against Nigeria, granting them 3 more points. “The bullet” had done it again. The foul committed against his team mate had been penalized, and he shot that ball right into the upper corner of the opposing team's goal. Right by the spider's nest, said one of the commentators.The game ended two minutes later.“Well
I turned to the man who was talking to me. There was something in that voice that made me evoke a thousand memories. I looked at him carefully for a while, because although his face was very familiar to me, I couldn't place him. I opened my eyes like saucers and my heart stopped for a fraction of a second when I recognized the owner of those green eyes that were looking at me. In front of me was the personification of all my fears, traumas and insecurities. The man who served as a benchmark to compare all the people who came into my life after him. It was a beautiful vision, and at the same time a nightmare come true. “Antoine,” I said his name with difficulty. If the mere memory of him stirred up a lot of emotions in me, can you imagine “what his presence did to me?” The imposing figure of a six-foot-tall man lay before me. His eyes were greener than I remembered them and he had a beautiful smile (the one that brought out a couple of dimples in his cheeks) plastered on his face. He
I shook my head hard to concentrate on my friend's voice. She kept talking, but I stopped listening to her for a moment because I was thinking about Harvey, the gorgeous blond I met two months ago on one of my many girls' outings with Gabrielle, and who I started dating four weeks ago. He was divorced and had two young children. All my life I was reluctant to have anything with a man with children, because my policy was always: If I can buy a new car, ¿why buy a used one? This thought became ingrained in me as a result of living with my stepmother. It's not that our relationship was bad, but I remember a couple of times I tried to make her life miserable, just for fun. I was afraid that divine justice would take its toll on me for those years of rebellion and headaches I'd caused Valerie. But there was something about Harvey that appealed to me so much. He was very direct and upfront. When he approached me, he didn't do it with the typical cliché phrases that all men use to approac
She was silent, watching as that handsome man walked away. She didn't understand why she couldn't stop looking at him. She had seen handsome men many times. His father lived surrounded by them. Athletic men with heart-stopping butts. However, there was something about… Damn! h e didn't tell her his name a n d h e wanted very much t o know. h e hit his forehead as h e remembered how h e treated him. "How stupid I am. At this rate, I'm going t o be alone." She couldn't help but feel like a fool for being so rude t o him. Perhaps his intentions were sincere… or perhaps not. h e felt a little relief when h e remembered the way that girl almost ran away, she seemed t o be running away from him. Maybe h e was a lout a n d deserved every one of his mistreatment.Anyway, h e decided not t o think about it a n ymore. She shook her head a n d started t o go back t o the table with her friends, but as soon as she did, she realized that her friends weren't there. h e took a quick look around the
The car was parked in front of the place h e had been frequenting for the last few days. It was a good place t o dance (he loved t o dance) a n d have a couple of drinks in the company of a pretty woman. h e met Melanie in New York a n d since then she accompanied him o n his tour. That's how h e wanted it, a n d although August didn't need the woman who was willing t o have a good time with him, she was perfect, because she was funny a n d undramatic. (At least it seemed that way at first) I didn't understand how his attitude changed in a matter of three days.He shook his head a n d cleared his mind. I didn't want t o think about that. h e was ready t o celebrate that night h e appeared in the place h e had dreamed of for so many years. For every illusionist, the MGM Grand Garden Arena was a statement that h e was reaching the pinnacle of his career. His parents knew it a n d that i s why they traveled from Scotland t o accompany him. Her little sister couldn't make it o n time beca
Aháva tried t o take long strides t o get t o the bar as quickly as possible. The club was packed a n d people seemed t o be possessed by some kind of demon of lust, as they groped each other while dancing grotesquely. The blonde looked at the couple o n her right a n d couldn't help but shudder. Could it be that they did not know about the existence of hotels? God! She didn't understand why she agreed t o go t o that place with her friends, if she never liked going t o places like that. She was more of mountains, rivers a n d beaches. h e liked t o be in contact with nature while enjoying the silence or reading a good book. I had known Lauren, Jessica, a n d Alicia since I was eight years old. h e had just moved with his parents t o California. They lived in the same neighborhood a n d went t o the same school. Since then they were inseparable friends.Aháva was about t o turn nineteen a n d college was just around the corner. h e would study at one of the most prestigious universiti
"All the way down, all the way down, all the way down," they yelled in unison.The girls tried t o encourage the youngest of all t o drink the entire contents of her glass in one sip. However, the blonde with green eyes could not do it, because she did not like the taste of tequila or a n y alcoholic beverage. I didn't understand how there were people who drank liquor until their livers dried up, if the taste of alcoholic beverages was so awful.She licked her lips, wrinkled her nose, a n d put the glass back o n the table.Aháva grimaced a n d wiped the corner of her lip with the back of her hand.-I do not can. It's disgusting,” h e yelled, due t o the high volume of the music. How do they make you drink this? It i s awful!—Booo. Don't be a spoilsport,” the eldest of all spoke up. Lauren, a pretty woman about six feet tall, slim, with black hair, gray eyes, a n d white Caucasian skin."You said you'd have a couple of drinks with us," Jessica, the giggling redhead with black eyes a
13 years laterHe smiled heartily, as h e always did after a presentation. Hearing the applause of his audience as h e walked offstage was undoubtedly his favorite thing since his father gave him a cape, top hat, a n d wand for his tenth birthday. h e decided t o dedicate himself t o illusionism when that afternoon at his grandmother's house, a magnificent magician left him speechless by drawing a dove o n a small blackboard a n d then shaking it a n d taking out a royal dove. As it did? It was the question that haunted August until h e reached adolescence a n d discovered it for himself after so much studying a n d practicing magic tricks. In the end, it wasn't as hard as I thought it was.After finishing school, the Real Centro Universitario María Cristina de San Lorenzo de El Escorial in Spain was her next step in her academic training, where she specialized in Illusionism. Having dreamy parents helped him a lot, otherwise h e would have had t o settle for being a graduate, enginee
One month after.Dominik glanced at Carlos surreptitiously a n d Carlos nodded, indicating that everything was ready. Charlotte could not suppress the small smile that came from her lips, because she knew perfectly well what was going t o happen next. She was also Weigand's accomplice. Samantha gave her friend a confused a n d questioning look."They say that h e who laughs alone remembers his pranks," she mumbled, poking the blonde's side with a finger.Charlotte laughed out loud."I'm just happy t o have married a wonderful man," the Polish woman commented, scanning her surroundings with her eyes.The garden looked beautiful, decorated in a vintage style with turquoise, white a n d silver decorations. Just two hours ago, Charlotte a n d Carlos had said "Yes, I do", in front of family a n d closest friends. Samantha was the maid of honor, a n d Dominik was the best man. Little Aháva played with some children, sons of some friends of the bride a n d groom."Who would have imagined it
Cairo International Airport"Samanta a n drade, calm down once a n d for all," demanded Charlie, whose nerves were o n edge, watching her friend walk from one side t o the other."What if h e gets scared when h e sees me?" My face i s not the same. These scars..."You're still beautiful," Carlos said. You don't have t o worry about that. Aháva adores you a n d doesn't care what you look like —he added —Although seeing it from a n other perspective, they give you a sensual air, almost like a pirate —Carlos joked, letting out a laugh."I think what you're worried about i s what someone else might think, right?" Charlie commented with some mischief."Dominik i s the least interested in how you look, I'm telling you." Carlos winked at her.Carlos a n d Charlotte got Samantha t o relax a bit.People were coming a n d going in all directions, but Sam was staring at the landing gate. a n xiety grew within her being with each passing second. Almost half a n hour had passed since the plane fr