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
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