OLIVIA.I got up from the couch and went to the kitchen. I needed to get away from him. If I continued to argue, I would make the mistake of saying something I might regret.I poured myself a glass of water, which I drank in a few gulps. I placed the glass inside the dishwasher and held my hands on the edge of the counter.Carl came over, of course, standing on the other side of the counter."Nancy recommended to me that leave town. You know thatbecause I told you."I cocked my head, still turning my back to him, listening.He continued:"I stayed at Francis' aunt and uncle's house. My son and his mother were already there. Mark was on vacation, as you might expect. I just took advantage of being in the country's capital to set up and advance some business. I would return if it would have been good for me and for you to be here." I turned to look at him. "She may be crazy, but Nancy usually gives very accurate advice. It was a good thing she recommended me to do. Do you realize that e
NANCY.Things happen for a reason, I'm one of those who manages that discourse. But sometimes I would like to think that this is not so. That fortuitous things happen to us all the time and that despite carving out our destiny, we continue to be victims of unthinkable scenarios in deliberate scenes of life.Six o'clock in the evening. February. I stood at the curb on the other side of the garage door of my house, watching the vehicle parked next to the gray and white gates of my home, diagonally across from me, right in front of the main entrance.It was Tony.Despite what my life might be like, I didn't used to have many enemies. My life was partially quiet. I knew it was him without to see. I didn't know his cars, it was impossible to tell and much harder to identify them when he made a life out of the country. Despite not being able to see his face thanks to the tinted windows of the black luxury van, it was him, no doubt about it.Behind me, I could see through my center rearview
NANCY."He's my client...""No, he is not." Tony pointed at my face with one of his index fingers and spoke to me sternly, directly. There were no more smiles on his face, the darkness appeared before me and I could only stand still. However, I couldn't be afraid of him, I couldn't even show it."He's not a fucking client, yours. That guy is nothing to you.""I don't understand what you're talking about.""You called him and told him something about me.""What the fuck are you talking about, Tony? Was you who sent a guard behind Olivia.""I had Olivia followed because I wanted to woo her, not just to make sure she arrived safely that night." I swallowed thickly. "I like her. Quite a lot. I just wanted to woo her and that's why I asked to keep an eye on her, you know what I mean?"He took his time to speak again. He was scrutinizing me, wanting to see my reactions."But she's moved out of her apartment." I didn't know that. "She went with that accountant, the same guy who kept Vasallo'
OLIVIA.I needed to be alone.I visited my mother, corroborating her health, and helping her a little, as her friend was taking care of some personal matters.I was very happy to see her better and that she was in contact with her family doctor, again congratulating the Insurance for allowing our health to be well taken care of.Mom noticed something was up and I reminded her that I was moving. I had already told her, but not in detail.She didn't see it as strange, however, she did give me some advice that spoke to safety and testing myself.Among all the things she told me, I liked one in particular: "You have nothing to lose, dear daughter". She was an optimist and believed that opportunities come right in youth. "If you were in love and this man was the one, why go slowly and with so many doubts?"I opened up to her a little, just a little, partially mentioning to her how our relationship started. I didn't mention the cumbersome or overly private points, but I did let her understa
CARL.The beer was good. Jaime asked me before I left, if he wanted to talk to me.I asked him what it was about, he knew important details of everything that happened with Melendez and his nephew. About to give me a preview of what he wanted to talk about, he saw Olivia cross over to our corner and just said "Later".Then nodded and left. If Olivia couldn't hear, then I wasn't wrong.I focused on that female walking toward me. The garment was a wisp of nothing. I remembered in that instant when it fell at her feet like a waterfall in that hotel room I took her to, cold walls and sheets, but willing to warm up.The chairs were against the wall so we looked at other diners in front of us.The light was dim. In the background, a string of country music sounded like tropical ballads or some soft style full of bass, saxophone, and keyboards.The natural noise of the restaurant, the private conversations, and the clash of china and glassware didn't affect us, but if it was quiet, everythin
CARL.It was just a short time to come.The sound of our sweaty, exercised bodies bumping against each other, was glory.This woman almost killed me. I reckoned they had spiked her wine or food with something because she got too excited. If it wasn't for Mark, we would have had sex in any corner near the door of the apartment and if I hadn't informed him in time that Juan was possibly inside the home, we would surely keep a shameful memory for life.It was enough to lock us in the room for her to go crazy.She took off her dress, staying in heels, freeing her tits and her venus of those wonderful dark lace, little dark fabrics, little strings, to then climb the mattress on her knees and incite me to mischief by spreading her legs.I tore off my clothes, walked over, turned her over placing her on her back, and stuck my mouth to her core as if seeking to drink her entire existence out of there, thinking that movement would calm her lust a little and turn me on much more than I was.She
OLIVIA."Come in... Hello?"The owner of the house opened the door, spoke to us, and invited us in, and we didn't answer, we didn't even move.When I heard the word "attack" from Carl's mouth last night, I honestly didn't know what I expected.Maybe a concussion, a cast from a car crash, or maybe I could have thought of an emotional trauma that she would confess to us.The trauma she had to have, but everything else fell short in my eyes.Nancy is an extremely beautiful woman, a full-fledged lady.With an unmatched beauty, she is one of those women you hardly ever see in Maracaibo and many places.Her Italian and Latin genes blend creating a special female. And if we add money, mystery, luxury, and success, her looks take on an ultra-fascinating glow.I didn't like her so much when we met at her restaurant after she approached my table (I still don't know exactly with what intention) and talked to me about Carl and things I shouldn't have been interested in at the time. It was a very s
OLIVIA.I didn't understand what was going on with Carl and me until I suggested that we meet at that restaurant by the lake. It had fascinated me and I thought it was a great idea to go back there.I wouldn't have to say what day I scheduled that outing. Of course, it was a Friday. It would come to be our tenth dinner out, however, I could feel almost a month ago that the tenth took place with someone else, a feisty woman who dared to welcome us into her home despite her circumstances of not knowing us that well, accepting our presents, showing herself and confessing to us who was to blame for her outrages and breakdowns.Yes, Nancy. Carl and I had a pleasant dinner at her house and I must count that night as an interesting moment in our lives.Getting out of that house was not easy. Falling asleep afterward did not happen right away. The questions came later and so did the laconic answers, but I understood that it was better to go on living than to be overwhelmed by what could happe