CARL."Excuse me?""Help me to my feet."Of course, I helped her.I carefully lifted her, and helped her clean herself.I got her clothes immediately, sat her on the be,d and dressed quickly.I grabbed the keys from the pick-up,and the wallet and we walked out of the apartment straight to the elevator, to my car, where I helped her into it, although I realized she could do it on her own, and we got out of there.I tried to drive like a civilized man, but my nerves were attacking me."Did you know you were pregnant? Since when?""I'm not. Drive carefully, Carl, please."I nodded and slowed down."Okay, let's see. If you're not pregnant, why did you tell me that in the bathroom?""My period is not due yet and I was bleeding heavily. I was in a lot of pain, Carl. I didn't want to wake you up, but I almost didn't make it to the bathroom.""Shit, Olivia, damn it! You should have said something to me, we've been at the clinic for a while now... We're getting there. Good thing I thought of m
OLIVIA.I didn't bleed anymore. Of course, we didn't have sex that month. But the next month, in April, after the first official consultation and starting the usual check-up, we started to break the news.I told Mom, he to his parents and cousin. Everyone screamed in their way, too surprised, tearful, beautiful, very beautiful to say something like that and have everyone's support, the best thing that could happen.I wasn't nauseous, I just disliked some foods, while others I like very much now. I was very sleepy, that's for sure. And I used to sleep as much as I could after coming home from work.Then came the news in the Insurance. I thought a lot about whether to announce it at once or not. It was getting busy and pregnancy always meant sick leave, pre, and post-natal leave, and bonuses, among other things depending on the company policy, I did not know if the news would go down well at all.But the opposite happened; at least that's what they made me feel. Especially my boss, his
OLIVIA."May I join you?" someone asked, pointing to the empty chair next to me.After a few seconds, I nodded my head. I don't know exactly why. This man come to me, dragged the chair over, and slid into it.The restaurant was getting lonely, surely someone must have to tell me that I had to leave. I felt annoyance and misery if that was possible.I went through my little purse and checked my money for the cab. Thank God, was a good one! The many times I have been stood up have made me a cautious woman. “Do you want to order another drink?”, he spoke again.I looked at his face. Oh God. The words left my mouth, stay in my mind. He is... so handsome.He looked relaxed but expectant. Why is he looking at me like that?“No problem, I'm leaving" I said.“Do you want a cab?”I must have looked ridiculous trying to hide my bewilderment, without succeeding. I frowned.“Are you restaurant's owner?”“Excuse me?” he asked.I sighed deeply, tired, exhausted from this sad night, from being her
CARL.I want to start over... As soon as she said that, I went crazy.It's difficult to explain what I felt. What she said was a demand, an expression of entreaty. She was asking me for help.When I approached her table I never imagined touching her. I wanted to, I obviously wanted her from beginning, but I really didn't think this could go any further. That woman with her crazy words and her red confession transformed me into one being of action. That's what happened.I resolved stay in my apartment that night. My job is usually too competitive and sometimes tiresome; trying to keep it simple. My weekends is to devote to nothing, to stay at home or somewhere else to unwind. I wouldn't be there, I-wouldn't-be-in-that-restaurant. It wasn't meant to be, and I'm not a man to believe in such nonsense of destiny. In fact, I still think that this dinner I shared with her (if we can even call it dinner, because I don't remember eating anything but herself), if it had been planned, it would n
CARL.I was fifty percent sure she hadn't seen me.I sat at the farthest table in the restaurant and asked the waiter not to tell her that I had arrived.I also sent a bottle of beer with him and told her it was on the house. I watched with satisfaction as she drank it because I wanted to test her tastes. I only knew about wine and those energy-provoking her after several glasses. So, I decided to send her some of my beloved drink, not glistening or attached to her finesse and delicacy, I thought. Of course, I needed to know if she liked that kind of drink and if its effervescence suited her.She didn't reject it, very well! Point for me.I was pleased to learn that she had reserved the same table where I met her, I couldn't believe it at first. La Napolitana was an exclusive place, but not so much for booking reservations just for couples, unless for some special occasions. Her achievement was something new for me.I continued watching her for a few minutes, even though I was quite f
OLIVIA."I thought you were scared.""Why?" he asked quietly between bites of his escalope.I completely regretted ordering a salad. Who eats those straws for dinner? Just me, I guess. «If I ask him to give me a little bit... »Watching that Thermidor meat being devoured by those appetizing teeth, almost made me forget that he expected an answer."Because you thought I was gone. How would you find me?"His fork froze in mid-air."Here." He shrugged."What if I never came here again?""The other night you told me this was one of your favorite restaurants.""What if I moved out of town?"He stopped chewing."Are you planning to travel somewhere?"I stared at him for a moment. I didn't answer him and amused myself with that, knowing he wouldn't demand it of me. So, I continued eating."Is your salad good?""Yes.""Did you like that beer?""Yes. This is my favorite drink."He stopped eating again."I thought it was the wine.""I like it too, but I like beer much more."He froze for a mome
CARL.She was not heavy for me, but she wasn't a feather either.Exploding in front of me, like that, with these vicious movements, brought pounds of excitement to my brain. And that, the excitement, was my responsibility now, I couldn't let it drop.I bit my lips and began to fuck her hard, thus, that's how we started to like it, turning up the heat of having succumbed that first time, the same night we met.Damn, no protection, no shit on me. I didn't even remember her exact words when she assured me she was clean, but I know that I certifying the same. It was the second time we'd met and again, we were doing it like this.We're nuts, we're behaving like mindless beasts. But I wouldn't let her go, not even if somebody held a gun to my head. If I was forced to walk away from that god's delicacy, I'd drag her with me. I liked her very, very, very much.She rested her heels on the bed and propelled herself like a master. I caught her by her waist and she began to bounce, dance, and shi
OLIVIA.I stood behind the wall of the Personnel Department.It was Saturday and very early. The other employees had not arrived.I carried out the tasks that my boss asked me to do: choose the flowers for his girlfriend, buy them, put in the office, over her desk, and wait to receive the delivery that would bring a very exclusive breakfast.I was very sure that my great boss would not be in the building that morning and I thought that this gallantry was a distant congratulation, an apology for not being here, but how wrong I was. The exclusivity of this breakfast was a lingerie kit as a present, attached to the famous meal.And at detail made him not stand idly by, he couldn't bear to send it to her without him being there.So, he arrived after a while, closed the door of his beloved's office, and I, hidden like crazy behind a wall, could hear them and even imagine the exact spot where they were... doing it.Because they were "doing it", yes. They were making love in that office.Str