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JUST LOVERS CHAPTER 91
OLIVIA.I like the idea of meeting people who belong to Carl'ss life. Besides, getting out of the house is always fun.He wasn't home yet. The appointment was at 19:00hrs. Dinner could be at 21:00 or 22 o'clock, since Mr. Fito Graterol liked to chat before eating, showing his new bottles always brought from outside, adding the fact of wanting to know me better; data that my boyfriend launched the same day he announcedto me that outing.I asked Carl to bring something. Even though the host usually collects liquor, it came to my mind to bring a wine from a Spanish vineyard I saw in a store near work, which came with a promotion if you bought the dessert of the day, something great, since the cakes they made there are truly exquisite.Carl thought it was an excellent idea and went to buy it, so while he was doing that errand, I put music connected to the audio system, programmed with an iPod and from one moment to another, the different melodies began to spread throughout the apartment.
JUST LOVERS CHAPTER 92
CARL.Graterol poured a whiskey on the rocks and then poured another for me, handing it to me as we sat around his desk."I thought Darwing would be here," I mentioned, taking a sip of my drink."Yes, it would have been nice, but he has to travel tomorrow. And I prefer it that way, let him take care of that travel pressure, I'm not good for it anymore.""You don't like to travel anymore?" I asked with a hint of amusement, I knew his all life was business and travel."I'm getting too old... but well, let's talk about what's important." He opened a drawer on his side of the desk and took out a black folder with several documents inside. "Are you still working alone, or do you already have an assistant? I need someone to organize these statements for me."I shook my head in disbelief at the mess he had inside the folder and sighed, taking the folder from his hands."I can't believe that in this day and age, there are still these kinds of printouts. Fito, there is such a thing as a comput
JUST LOVERS CHAPTER 93
OLIVIA.Mrs. Violet Graterol reminded me of my mother and her friends when they got together to chat.She was a tall, elegant woman, with shoulder-length auburn hair, with an incredible complexion that I wish I had at her age. Milky white skin, wearing subdued makeup, combining copper and beige shades. She was wearing that night a nightgown and pants set of thick, luxurious fabric, loose-fitting garments, of a similar shade to her hair.When we arrived at the beautiful, spacious kitchen of that apartment, I sat down at her invitation in one of the lovely high chairs that lined the marble countertop.There I realized that in that house they liked to talk while having a drink or two since Mrs. Violet served me a different drink than the one we were sharing in the living room. I gladly accepted, why not? The same glass, another wine. This time, some white wine for a change.She asked me about my work and believed from the beginning when I told her what I did for a living, that Carl and I
JUST LOVERS CHAPTER 94
CARL.We went out several times, we went back to our games, and it seemed that we could not stop dreaming, living invented experiences, all based on those encounters, as if we were still strangers, just lovers, but strangely because in that way we got to know each other even more. Rather than boring us, the opposite happened.From the twentieth dinner we shared with the Graterol family, we visited other places, we escaped here and there and without further ado, we stumbled into December, passing by the fairs of La Chinita, as they are usually called in Maracaibo City. Incredibly, we did not celebrate the patron saint festivities precisely on the day we were supposed to.Nancy, incorporated in her role as administrator again, invited us to the anniversary of one of her restaurants, of course, the famous Napolitana (this time Olivia and I, in this month, would not make the mistake of not knowing what the heck was going on in that place, arriving without a reservation and not even with a
JUST LOVERS CHAPTER 95
CARL.I bought a building with some sheds next to it. The structure was in gray and not only did I need a loan at the bank for the acquisition of the real estate (since the sheds come with the building), but also my cousin wanted to invest in the project, looking for the best credit that would benefit us through her bank: a credit that we would pay in half with benefits coming from her and her position.To achieve all this, she traveled to Caracas first and met with a great friend of hers (and boss, by the way) to invite him not only to grant the credit without so much paperwork, bureaucracy, or protocol but also to manage the installation of a bank headquarters in one of the commercial spaces. Nothing grandiose, Caracas has, of course, the original headquarters. It was simply a matter of a ticket office with a minimum of staff to speed up procedures in the area, which lacked the presence of that same bank branch.At first, it seemed a bit exaggerated and unnecessary for her to travel
JUST LOVERS CHAPTER 96
CARL."Can I see what you bought Olivia?"I shook my head as I bit into the steak with potatoes, rice, and salad that I ate.Or rather, that I was devouring."I know. You bought her something intimate," she guessed, drinking some of her pineapple juice, which accompanied her plate. She ordered the same lunch as me."I thought it was a joke when you asked over there at the store. You didn't see what I bought her?" She shook her head. "Well, it's not a question of whether you know about it or not. Whatever I bought Olivia, it's already something intimate, because it's just something of ours, not for others."She looked at me with a stereotypical smile for a couple of seconds and then burst out laughing like crazy."You're so jealous of her, aren't you? You won't even let her see her panties. Stop protecting her too much, for heaven's sake."I kept eating like there was no tomorrow. I could only shrug."After what happened, it's no wonder, don't you think?"And she didn't even know half
JUST LOVERS CHAPTER 97
CARL.We talked, talked, and talked, we scheduled things, checked devices, listened to speakerphone calls, did several items in a couple of hours before leaving for the airport, and then signed the missing documents.My cousin was very enthusiastic and her ideas were good. I mean it, truly, might as well give Olivia the ring for a weekend in bed together. I know she would react just as surprised if she said yes to me, I didn't know yet, but honestly, after planning dinners, outings, and weekends out of town, it seemed only fair to invite this spectacular woman to spend the rest of her life with me on a special day, recreating it like this.I let my cousin throw out her ideas and little by little we defined what I would do for the proposal, what seemed right and what not. Even so, and as usual, deep down, so much paraphernalia would not keep me awake at night. Only the acceptance, the YES I WANT that I was beginning to dream about, so to speak, would be to blame for my sleepless nights
JUST LOVERS CHAPTER 98
OLIVIA.The little welcome gift I gave Carl two weeks ago... almost 2 weeks, yeah... was the best thing I could have thought of.Honestly, giving a gift is always an incredible detail. Giving something to someone we love is an awesome plus, but giving something to someone who loves you, and who you also like this gift, and who leaves your eyes rolling, is the zenith of life itself.The truth is that every day, despite the things that may happen to us, I feel very good living with Carl Malaver. It was a great decision to have him back in my life. Being with this man is wonderful, our coexistence is good.Of course, there are some details. For example, I can tell you that I don't like the way he drinks his coffee in the mornings. I mean, I don't like that he doesn't put effort into a unique style of coffee.Ok, I'll try to explain it better.It doesn't matter how it comes, hot or cold. As long as it's in the morning, it's all good for him.Com'n! I don't like cold coffee. Who likes cold
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