OLIVIA.Still standing, he sighed deeply, putting his arms up and looking down at me from above, his breathing quickened, and his face was one of consternation.We stared at each other like that for a couple of seconds, until he dropped to his knees in front of me, startling me, and exhaled all the pent-up air, resting his hands on my knees.I tensed as I felt his touch, but I didn't pull away. Seeing him like that, with his head down, looking at no specific point and denying, as if in disbelief, made me so curious, that I wanted to listen to him more eagerly.Then, he looked at me."I didn't plan this trip. I didn't think things through, I just took a plane and..." He looked at his hands above me. "Olivia, I couldn't bear the thought of having to wait to come back from your trip to see you."I didn't make a move for a few seconds."How did you know where I was traveling to and where I would be staying?"His expression changed to one of slight obviousness and embarrassment.«Leonidas»
OLIVIA.I think I expressed my thoughts about Nancy, evidence of not agreeing with what she did."I think the same as you," he opined. "Nancy meddles too much in other people's business, but think about this: the times she's done it, it's because some of what's going on concerns or surrounds her. If not, she wouldn't even peek.""Oh, please, Carl, we are talking about the same woman who has always watched us inside her restaurant.""Yes, but it's her restaurant. We're not going to ask her to cover her eyes."Now, it was me who laughed humorlessly."She's a little crazy and that's the truth, you have to admit it.""Of course she is and I didn't say otherwise, but didn't she keep you out of harm's way by getting you out of there?" I bit my cheek to keep from saying what I thought. "Didn't she try to keep something from happening to us that morning?" he asked, tentatively. The subject of the shooting was always going to be a tricky one to discuss.I swallowed thickly and thought about wh
CARL.Olivia's face is gorgeous. She has one of those faces that are not doll-like, but rather, sexy and representative. Yes, those faces represent life and wisdom, no matter what. They represent the ability to love and to claim when they need some love nearby.And there she was, Olivia Quintero completely naked before me, inside the shower of a five-star hotel on a stunning and touristic island of Venezuela, after making love, with that sparkling look and that redness from the past excitement and the movements, my movements and my touches, my fault all her reds on the skin, that shaved, beautiful, and preened, was the wrapper of a precious and desirable body.Olivia has a beautiful face, but her eyes... I just looked into her eyes to understand everything she told me.I wanted to shut her up several times, but I promised myself not to touch her until she said what she had to say."You went out with him." It wasn't a question, it wasn't a question at all."No," she answered at once, w
OLIVIA.We had fallen asleep for a couple of hours after a a shower.When I woke up, I didn't know the time, I felt very disoriented, but when I saw Carl next to me, rolled between the sheets of that hotel and between my legs, was sublime. My skin was pierced by a gigantic emotion and the veins transported that feeling to my heart, which pumped saying how much in love I was with that gentleman.I smiled when he opened his eyes.He closed them again but stretched an arm around me and pulled me close to his body.Face up, I stroked his arm with my fingernails several times, thinking about some important things."I think I should set an alarm.""The event is after lunch," he assured me.I raised my eyebrows in surprise."Did you find out what time the event is?""Of course I did," he answered so calmly. "You'll be able to go fresh and radiant. It's okay."I was silent for a while, sorting out my thoughts and imagining him figuring it all out."When did you arrive?""Early," he answered.
CARL.(A few days later).This time I didn't sit in the table area.In high spirits and with zero fatigue, I stood near the cash register, with a glass of Whiskey on the counter, munching on a personal-size pizza that The Pizza Master made for me.It should be noted that the area in question was the same one where the block and stone oven was located, being the most native area of the restaurant, close to the main entrance of the restaurant, towards the administrative offices, which were behind all of it.I was back at La Napolitana and expected Nancy to show up at any moment. The waiter assured me that she would, so I went to wait for her.It was Friday and already mid-January. I had no plans to dine there. I had an appointment later that I couldn't miss.However, unbelievably, it was my only day off, since going out of town like crazy left a lot of work as a consequence, so I couldn't make that visit until after the 15th of the first month of the year. Since Olivia launched her reas
OLIVIA."The dress is beautiful, but I'd like to know what you're wearing underneath. Take it off."I froze under the doorway.My thoughts froze too. I thought I was speechless."What did you just say to me? What did you say?"He burst out laughing. Took my hand and hugged me, sighing, taking a deep breath, and giving me an incredibly spectacular kiss, caressing my ass covered by the clinging pink fabric until he realized it was low-cut in the back."Oww, let's see, Olivia Quintero. What are you wearing there?"I turned slowly, biting my lower lip in anticipation of being seen by the man's burning eyes.I brushed aside my loose hair full of soft waves and showed him my bare back.Carl reached over and with a single finger, brushed the U-shaped rim that separated my back from my buttocks, a light border intended to warm up the night, though I didn't know how much until he rested his retinas on me."Wearing something like that, here, is dangerous, Olivia." He came up behind me and said
OLIVIA.Carl did not place candles because he was not of very common tastes, however, a thin tube-type vase of thick glass held a beautiful calla flower inside, with white and delicate petals.I loved everything I was seeing I loved the taste of Carl who, despite being a lonely man, partially, likes to live well, owning goods, as I was understanding, although he did not frequent that one and the other, since he practically spent his time working, unless it was weekends, where according to the month he used them to do nothing.Despite all that, he always had things well decorated, and tidy, he is an amazing guy.The song was beautiful and I saw him prancing in the kitchen, humming it, dancing to it... I accompanied him to the other side of the counter of a small but very beautiful room, all open, all stainless steel, beautiful, you could see the investment and money.I remembered my apartment, it had many shortcomings. It was nice and tidy too, clean, but it lacked many things.Sometim
OLIVIA.His kisses on my back woke me up.I sighed, waking up, and stirred a little, squeezing my legs together from the small amount of arousal caused by the wet, warm sensation of his mouth stamping traces across my skin."Good morning," I said, my voice camouflaged by the pillow. I was still on my stomach, I wouldn't move, it felt divine to be like this.Carl responded with a grunt and pulled the rest of the sheet off me, tossing it aside to move his kisses to another, much more delicate part of my body.Whew... I lifted my ass to give him as much access to my center as possible.I grabbed the blessed pillow and tucked it under my abdomen. The lashes of Carl's tongue tore more than one moan out of me and in a second or two, I found myself completely open for him, who was no longer just giving me oral sex with that muscle trained to kill, but also using his fingers and hands as if I were a purse full of party candy. Carl seemed to be looking for something in there, a hidden treasure
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
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
CARL.I carried dinner in bags, my rolling suitcase in another, and maneuvered with the keys. I waved to the concierge and went upstairs.I opened the door expecting to see Olivia, but I didn't expect her to be like this.Yes, I asked her to undress, but being obeyed to the letter and beyond is too much of an impression.She stood with her back to me wearing wicked black heels. Nothing else.Her hair was down and as she turned towards me, her fully waxed mons pubis and wild face almost made my pants explode.Quietly (pretending to feel that), I arranged everything on the floor of the entryway and walked over to her.She had her hands behind her lower back and with them, held herself against the glass.The terrace had been reopened and rearranged, and that construction served perfectly to generate light around the female who was waiting for me.I sighed deeply. She smelled exquisite, all of her."Stay like this." I knew my command would be fulfilled to perfection.I took the food to th
OLIVIA.Hot, it was very, very hot that morning in early March.The months fly by, you don't realize it. And things are happening and passing as if everything was a long corridor that we had to walk down.The end of the year was a good celebration. For obvious reasons, we preferred to stay at home. Our adrenaline level was already sky high and Carl was not ready to "jump-jump for his life", as he put it. So, we invited his cousin to the apartment, who came with her husband, and a little black box that I didn't see until after the gunshot.The ring... I still can't believe it.Carl has told me how he got it, without any shame, managing very well that philosophy of no secrets, although I know we'll always keep for each other some little thing we don't want to say or tell.But there he was, hugging me from behind as we watched some beautiful fireworks that some neighbors launched outside the entire building.We watched them from the largest window in the living room, Carl and I, his cous
CARL.Olivia saved my life. That's how it is. That's how it was.I only think of the possibility that if I had been there alone, or with another woman, maybe I wouldn't be telling this episode of my life.I'm still dazed and in my body runs a painful relief, the one that manages to channel and make me think of things that I would not have done before, but I needed to get up soon, or I would go crazy.Walk a little, go to the bathroom, drink water, or something stronger. Olivia was doing all that for me, but she was asleep, I wasn't going to wake her up.Nobody shot me, they shot Nancy. And thanks to Olivia, who saw when the guy came towards the blonde to shoot her almost at point blank range, my girlfriend managed to get to the ground just before being hit by the bullet.The problem was when we fell, we stumbled hard against the table, the tablecloth rolled off crazily and we got tangled up in sharp things, like a damn glass pitcher full of water that someone left on the edge of the c
NANCY.Juan Finol's push prevented my body from lying, catastrophically, on the pavement in front of my restaurant.Both of us, escort and I, fell to the ground. And in a matter of seconds, a couple of men belonging to the restaurant's security and part of Finol Sr.'s crew, fell on top of the guy like hungry gazelles making his escape impossible."Nancy, are you okay? Nancy, hey, are you okay?!"I was trembling, my heart was beating fast, and I felt dazed.I looked at the person who wanted to kill me, I wanted to see his face, something that the hood of the sweater made impossible for me.But face down, hands tied behind his back, I could not see him.Then, I focused my gaze on Juan. He looked dismayed, waiting for an answer from me.I held his forearms tightly, he kept caressing my face trying to revive me."Am I hurt?" was what my lips said, but it was not what I wanted to say. I wanted to say a thousand things and that's all that came out.He quickly checked my body. He shook his h
NANCY."Can't I stay out of my restaurant either?" I asked Juan Finol's inveterate pursuer. "What a nuisance with that guy! I came to hire your bodyguard services at the right time".He wouldn't let me in the sun, or the shade, neither to other people's cigarettes nor to city fumes or alcoholic beverages. He wouldn't leave me either on roads or sidewalks, cars or trucks, nothing, he wouldn't leave me in peace, he wouldn't leave me in peace! And I thought he didn't like my resistance and every act of stubbornness I showed him.Finol Junior Second approached me while I was on the phone.Mom wouldn't answer. I'm the worst daughter in the world. I started to organize everything and I missed the time she told me to call her. She must have left her cell phone somewhere in the apartment or whatever.My family is big, but few of us are close. My father and mother were still alive, still married and traveling, spending Christmas far away from home. They were in Miami.I wanted to talk to them,
OLIVIA.I felt like the luckiest woman in the world.We arrived at the restaurant, we were treated excellently. What a spectacular atmosphere there was inside La Napolitana, it reminded me so much of their anniversary party, the one Carl and I were at; (well, I was, actually). That time, waiting for him was uncomfortable, I thought he wouldn't go, but it was fun to see the level of organization of Nancy and her people, they always pull out all the stops.That 24th were not as many people as that night, the paraphernalia was not as high.Outside I did not find girls dressed in the promotion of a brand of alcoholic beverage, the celebration that December was a little quieter, although all the tables around ours were occupied.I saw families with underage children, that partly I liked, partly I did not. It always generated a bit of stress for me to see 14, 12-year-olds there. I never understood why they let children in the place, but sure, I understand, it is a family restaurant, however
OLIVIA."Baby, are you all right? It hurt pretty bad yesterday. When are you going to see a doctor? Every time that happens, my life gets a little short." I had to laugh. "I keep thinking about it all day long. I'd like to think about sex all day long, not what exactly hurt you from sex."That was Carl. That was the memory of Malaver in my head, as I was grooming myself in the bathroom, one that was about to be over, just a few minutes away.In just one week, being that night December 24, we were already loaded with all the ready clothes and the desire to enjoy ourselves.We wanted to go now. Especially to that specific place. Carl and I were very excited because last December we didn't celebrate together because of our breakup. I remember it with a bit of annoyance, since he celebrated in Caracas with the mother of his son and they even kissed and I celebrated at my mother's company in a tower in the city, the same company that at that time was having problems, even though mom had no