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
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
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
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
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
OLIVIA.During lunchtime in the office, we usually try to have lunch together in the dining area or we go individually as I did some time ago with Leonidas to the nearby restaurant.I'm usually one of those who brings a lunch box so that I can make the best use of the time and work optimally. That's why I usually have lunch in the kitchen with everyone else.The cleaning ladies always have the habit of buying the newspapers in the mornings and after finishing their first service, as long as they have nothing to do, they sit down to drink tea or coffee, sometimes cold soft drinks, and start reading, devour the little press that is still printed in the nation and, of course, give the newspapers to the others to enjoy some of their headlines when we eat or meet there, as far as possible.I like to read and I am of the first ones to pick up the press in that short period, but precisely that day I did not do it because I was answering questions about Leonidas, taking my cell phone to the t
CARL."Give me a chance and I'll call you back." Olivia hung up and in a couple more seconds, my cell phone rang with her incoming call. "I saw the story in the paper. Did you see it?""That's exactly why I'm calling you. Did you read all about it?""Yes. I need to call Mom. This looks serious.""Make sure she's okay, but I've talked to Nancy and Finol. They won't close the company as long as they don't have to. She and Finol are meeting me in a couple of hours at the apartment, can you leave early today so you can be there? Are somethings they don't mention there in that note that is happening in the wake of Tony's capture.""Oh, honey, I can't. I want to get out of here, visit Mom, but..."I noticed desperation in her voice and became more alert than I already was."What's wrong?""It's work. I have to do the calculation for the interns. They're getting a Christmas bonus and I'm on my own with everything, because I just... Ash, God, what a hassle.""Baby, take a deep breath and tell
NANCY.We had dinner at the home of Carl Malaver, the city's star accountant. First time I attended that apartment and a meeting like that, of course, it should be noted.Finol is a crazy old man, but I like him. I already knew him. That gave me the leverage to claim the power to ask him for advice and so on as to what might or might not happen to me.Carl wore a bad face. Olivia looked like a little girl lost in the woods, although I also noticed a prominent tiredness when she arrived late from the insurance company.Finol looked annoyed and Juan, the ex-cop's son... that red-haired junior sophomore looked like he had chewed a bad mushroom in the worst place in the universe.Everyone present, Carl, Olivia, Ray, Finol, and Juan, concentrated on what could happen after the news of the imprisonment, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, while I... I had to smile.I felt happy, I felt HAPPY!I was overjoyed, nothing could be better after that.Finally, that bastard Tony Urdaneta was paying what
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