OLIVIA.We ordered pizza. Mine with pesto, full pesto, tomatoes, and double cheese for him, pepper and oregano for both of us. I didn't think I would go crazy with the taste of pizza and wine, I have to eat like that more often. That amount of pesto plus the liquor... Everything was overflowing with flavors, too delicious, plus the night, Carl and I, together again at a new dinner, dressed as if to conquer the world, clothes that are bought and put on only to be taken off. However, we wouldn't leave so quickly, it didn't seem to be a common plan. That man wanted to smear me with emotions, he was succeeding in doing so by summoning me there again. Friday night meant for us, among other things: bed, bed, and bed.The laughter, the kisses, drinks, and jokes calmed a little this internal running that threatened to disrupt everything and go in search of a mattress, or a wall, the inside of a car perhaps, or any other random place. The night was long and the hours passed as if they did not
NANCY.On my bed, there was only me, just me, on Friday night.It was not early. My nightstand clock read 12:30 hours.I didn't want to go to work. I didn't want to, even if I could. I wouldn't go, even if I wanted to. Things weren't right in my head.I never thought that one of my clients could harm me. Rather, that having a client could hurt me. The life they have (the diners of the restaurants that belong to my family) is supposed to be theirs, not mine. And vice-versa, the issue becomes stronger, because evading a problem that affects us directly is one thing.Another, more compromising, is when we are the ones who create a conflict that can splash like a soccer ball kicked at full speed in such a way that when it bounces against someone specific and when it comes back, it hits harder.I never thought that the presence of the accountant Carl Malaver could mean an inconvenience for me. I had to warn him to stay away from my restaurant, but I could not tell him exactly what was goin
CARL.I looked at my watch. It was almost midnight."Baby, I think we should go now.""Nooo! Already?" She reached for my wrist and checked the time on the same watch I did. "Wow... It's almost Saturday," she said, sighing and pouting in a most flirtatious way.Olivia was tipsy, but not drunk. I must confess that I took advantage of her. Her eagerness to talk, to enjoy the evening, to kiss me, and so on, made me feel much better. The tension I was carrying dropped many degrees and that was too positive.I was thinking of contacting Meléndez to tell him about his nephew's boldness. He wasn't afraid of that kid, but he wasn't stupid enough to provoke him either. Post-adolescents, hormones, and money are not a good combination, especially in this city.I didn't even know if he was still in the restaurant because I couldn't see him from our table. I wouldn't ask for him either. Fuck him. None of that would keep me awake.I saw the waiter and signaled him for the check. In seconds he arriv
OLIVIA.He fell and I think that was the first time I saw him tired in a first batch, which made me feel powerful.I hurried to take off my shoes because it may be something extremely erotic, but sometimes, it's too annoying to walk in heels and be completely naked and excited.He turned over and lay on his back, catching a breath I had taken for granted and even more so when I straddled him.On the verge of burning with excitement, I struggled to wait. I was to be the one to remove his clothes, not he. To leave him naked with my hands, to touch his whole body with my fingertips, to scratch him with my nails, to bite him with my teeth and mark him, like crazy, while he penetrated me until sunrise, or something like that, a thousand things I wanted with him! But all sexual and depraved, I wanted us to fuck like we had never fucked before.However, Carl helped me and I let him do it.We pulled down his pants, he ended up taking off his shirt. The boxer shorts and stockings disappeared f
CARL.We didn't have to leave, it was the weekend, and none of us had commitments the next day, or at least, I thought she didn't, but I didn't like seeing those missed calls. It sounds crazy, but I was lonely.At that hour I couldn't reach Meléndez. I wouldn't be able to reach Nancy either. It made it much easier for me to turn to that gorgeous, completely naked woman sharing white comforters with me.After a few minutes, amid my movements, she stirred, waking up.I raised my head and looked at her, placing my chin on the back of one of my hands and that same palm on her abdomen."What woke you up? My hands or my mouth?"She moaned at my questions, rubbing her eyelids to wake herself up, and smiled, gasped, smiled again, snorted, and did several things that gave me some laughter as I felt my tongue on her private parts, my kisses on her stomach, my fingers stimulating her nipples... I was pleased then to perceive the special itch of her nails scratching my scalp. Skin bristling from
OLIVIA.(Two weeks later...)It was necessary to do so.I had to tell Carl things as I thought them, as they were, from the bottom of my soul, but doing so broke my heart.I think his heart broke too.I could not go on. I felt it would be utter madness if I continued. Yes, madness.And it wasn't just something I felt, I was, insanity! I can't regret the decision I made. It's impossible not to remember everything that happened.(One week before...)An alarm went off.I woke up in Carl's arms, a little sore, I won't deny it, however, I loved that little pain under there, legs shaking... divine."Baby, we have to go.""Is it night already?"He smiled at my question and left a chaste kiss on my lips."No, but I have to go get Mark. I'll spend this weekend with him.""Oh..." How to deny him that? Impossible."No more said." I stood up, remaining seated before asking him: "Will you give me time to take a shower?""Of course, I will go ahead. I'll follow you now, okay? I'll check an email, I
CARL.My ears hurt.For seconds (seemed like hours) I could only hear cacophonies and an annoying whistling that mixed with the loud pounding of my heart thanks to the adrenaline rushing through my system.Things happened so fast... I'm still confused about how everything happened. So much so that I was so confident, that I could even feel relief when I saw that the vehicle was no longer following us from the halfway point onwards. I crossed to enter Olivia's street, the tension dropped a few degrees as I looked in the rearview mirror and didn't see the fucking car.When I managed to notice some tires rattling away, I immediately straightened up. She did too, but her body dropped onto the seat like an ultra-heavy sack of potatoes."Olivia?"With her face scrunched up, I noticed a couple of tears wetting her cheeks.I quickly moved her hair away from her face so I could better appreciate her. When I removed her body to check it, she screamed.I pulled back."What's wrong? Don't you...?
CARL."Could you tell us what happened, please?"The police officer and I stood to one side of the waiting room, away from the people so that they would not hear anything and would not witness that our conversation was an interrogation. People in Maracaibo tend to be very curious and living in the world of networks, it was best to avoid any meaningless disclosure.He wanted to leave the place, but I did not. I was grateful that he respected my decision, it showed me that I would not be a victim treated as the enemy."My girlfriend and I left a hotel this morning and I drove her home. The hotel was in the hills near downtown. We stayed there, in front of her apartment, for a few minutes and arranged to meet soon. That's where it all happened." I swallowed thickly, feeling goosebumps."Enemies?" I gestured in denial. "Are you sure, Mr. Malaver?"I looked at the officer, clenching my jaw, trying at all costs, with great effort, to keep my tiredness and nerves from turning into stubbornne