chapter 4

Dylan narrates.

He was nervous as if he were a child on his first time with a woman. Seeing her undress, me awkwardly and blushing had indicated to me that she had never been with any man. I wasn't going to harm her, just like that. Our first time had to be special and unforgettable, well, if there was a first time. He wished that Helen managed to fall in love before the contract dissolved spontaneously as he had described.

With some difficulty I took a towel that was near the bathtub and dragging myself managed to sit on the toilet.

"Helen, I'm ready!" I yelled shaking with nerves.

Immediately she opened the bathroom door; her cheeks were flushed. Without looking at me she brought the wheelchair closer and with some difficulty dragged me up and into it to leave the bathroom. After that she helped me dress. Her tender look drove me crazy, although she couldn't stop thinking about how ungrateful she had been, and from time to time I got the rage and anger.

"You can lie down Helen, I'm not going to touch you" I told her dismissively, so she wouldn't notice my vulnerability against her.

She lay down next to me and although she was quite uncomfortable for several hours, she managed to fall asleep. So, when she did, I took the opportunity to look at her; she was a really beautiful woman, the fine features of her, her pointed nose. simply tender.

The next morning, I got up early, I had to go to the office to sign some papers, plus I had enrolled Helen in a university so she could study nursing. I didn't want her to feel that I wanted to truncate her dreams, her studies.

I asked a servant to bring him breakfast in bed as soon as he woke up, and after breakfast I went to do all the paperwork so that he could study as soon as possible.

Hours later everything was ready. The director was a great friend of mine, and it was no problem for him to start two weeks after classes had already started.

Leaving there I went to the office, there were many orders to sign and many meetings to attend; but as soon as I entered the office my secretary followed me in a hurry.

"What's wrong, why are you so exasperated Lucy?" I asked curiously.

"Sir, excuse me, the press has started talking about you and your marriage."

"The press always talks, I don't understand why that surprises you" I settled on the desk, downplaying it.

"It is not that, because they have said that your wife is a fox, that she has married you for money, that no woman in her right mind would marry a paralytic."

At that I clenched my fists annoyed. Wasn't a man capable of being with a woman?

"Give me the newspaper" I tore it from his hands to look at him perplexed without being able to believe it.

Now I understood why my marriage was being talked about. Helen was making out with a young man her age! He was angry, jealous, and full of anger.

"It's a dead fly" I muttered through clenched teeth. I crumpled up the newspaper in hate and stormed out of the office.

I called my driver to take me to my friend Gonzalo's law office. He needed to calm me down or I would be able to murder Helen with my bare hands if I had to.

I wanted to make her fall in love, I wanted to give her my life and turn her into a queen, I had even thought of taking her mother with us, but she paid me that way, embarrassing me in front of the press and friends of social status.

I entered like the soul of the devil through the door of Gonzalo's office as soon as his secretary told me to enter.

"I knew you were coming; your chunks are in the news all over the press." I frowned, annoyed.

"I swear I want to kill her." He smirked.

“Calm down, she's a young lady, did you think she didn't have a boyfriend at school? I told you brother, that a girl was not going to be able to carry your burdens. I don't know how you'll do so that I don't make you look ridiculous at this year's gala party, and in everything that deserves to be the wife of the country's most millionaire tycoon."

I scratched my neck pensively; I hadn't thought about everything that being my wife entailed. Gala parties, press on, business trips where she would have to accompany me. The life of a rich man was very scandalous, and although I wanted to keep my private life away from journalists, it was impossible after the loss of my family and my accident. Since then, I had paparazzi breathing down my neck.

"I need to drink something, I haven't been to a bar in years, can you invite me to have a few drinks?"

I suggested, my throat felt dry at that moment.

"It would be an honor man, to see you live again makes my heart happy, brother."

"He patted my shoulder."

I had locked myself in the office so much, I had become so depressed after the death of my wife and my son, that I had forgotten the last time I went out for a drink with Gonzalo.

We left that office, my driver helped me get into the car as always, but since we wanted to go alone, I sent him home.

Fanny Baker was a wonderful place to drown your sorrows. When Gonzalo and I arrived, we sat at one of the tables to drink after drink, we talked and laughed, but I kept remembering the damn newspaper where she was kissing that boy.

"What do you think Dylan? Man, man, I'm talking to you about a while ago and you don't answer me."

Gonzalo raised his voice a little, calling my attention.

"It's just that I can't stop thinking who the boy was who was kissing her."

"A high school boy of course, what you have to do is scared him away from her and that's it."

I was thoughtful yet annoyed.

Had she already slept with him? Curse! Every time I thought about that possibility my blood boiled in a big way.

After drinking for several hours, Gonzalo took me to the mansion. It was night and I expected to have my wife with me in my bed, it was her duty to sleep with me every day, it was her responsibility to take care of me and help dress this useless husband that I had, but who was her husband! Fuck! I don't know what was going through my mind, but the truth was that Helen had me crazy, I was obsessed with her, I wanted to make her mine, I wanted to eat her body until I was tired and devour her lips until they were spent.

Upon arriving at the mansion, Camilo my driver was waiting for me outside it; he helped me get out of Gonzalo's car and then went inside my house. He didn't know what time it was, but he wanted to see her, wanted to see her face.

“Does the Lord want me to help you dress?” asked Margarita my trusted servant.

"And where is my wife?" I was dizzy from drinking, and the image of Helen with that brat kept spinning in my head.

"She is in her room." I looked down, afraid to answer. She thought that she shouldn't sleep in her room if you didn't authorize it.

My blood began to boil with anger, she had to sleep with me every fucking day of our fucking contract, that's what I had paid for her for, to be my wife, to sleep with this paralytic every night, to warm my bed and he will never leave me alone, ever!

"Go rest Margarita, my wife will take care of me" I ordered annoyed.

"Sir, it's two in the morning, Mrs...."

"Shut up, Marguerite! and go rest!” I yelled at him, turning into that monster that everyone feared.

I went to his room and flung open the door. She was fast asleep, but I didn't care, I was blinded by jealousy. Never in my life had I felt so much anger, so much power of belonging to a single woman as I felt for Helen Fonseca.

"Get up, your husband has arrived!" she yelled at her taking her arm, forcefully.

"What's wrong with you? How are you going to wake me up like this?" She slipped out of my grasp.

"What are you doing in this room? I told you that you had to sleep in mine with me.

“Sir, it is…”

"It's nothing, you're going to sleep there, and I don't want you to ever sleep with the maids again, do you hear me?" I pointed my finger at her.

She trembled with fear, her delicate eyes lowered. She didn't understand how she could be two people in the same body; a tender and obedient girl and at the same time a slut who would kiss anyone on the street.

I wheeled the chair to my room; she was behind me with slow steps and probably trembling.

He helped me shower and also get dressed. That time I let her see me completely naked, I felt depraved, but I wanted her with all my being. I wished that kiss had been given to me. That was the truth of my annoyance, not being able to be him.

"Sleep closer to me" I told him annoyed.

"Sir, you are drunk, you can commit something crazy that you can regret" he mused.

"I told you to sleep next to me!" I raised my voice, "Or can't you be close to your husband like you were to that guy at the mall you made out with yesterday?" I turned to see her expression.

Her lips parted in surprise, surprised that he had discovered her. I was a human wreck for her, someone unpleasant to share a bed with, but with him she kissed, what did he have that I didn't? Oh she… she forgot that he could walk, and I couldn't!

"Tell me, who is he?" I questioned.

“Do you think that before you damaged my life, I didn't have one? Didn't have friends? Didn't have family? Didn't I have a boyfriend that I love with all my heart? He was the one I was making out with!”

I clenched my fists annoyed and without thinking twice I kissed her; I kissed her angrily for her words. I was finally on those lips that from the first day in that title delivery had encouraged me to try them.

At first, she wanted to reject me, but then she let herself be carried away by my warm lips, which kissed her passionately.

I was upset, maybe alcohol wasn't good company at the time, but I got carried away and started touching her, touching her in a way that I had promised not to without her consent.

“I am your husband from now on and there is no boyfriend here! OK? And I hope it doesn't happen again or you'll never see your mother again!" I told her as I separated from her lips.

It hurt me a lot to tell him that he would never see his mom again, in fact, I had been on the lookout for sending her all the money she needed for her operation, but it was necessary if I wanted to get her to respect me.

That night I heard her cry until dawn, or until I managed to fall asleep.

I dreamed of that kiss, that kiss that had been engraved on my lips, so sweet and warm.

The next morning, I had many late meetings, plus I had a medical appointment with the neurosurgeon who was going to operate on me, so I woke up early with a hangover on my head.

“Marina please take care of hiring someone to teach my wife how to behave at gala parties. I have an important party in a few weeks, and I want you to attend” I told my sister who was having breakfast with me that morning.

"But Dylan if I always accompany you to those meetings, you know that I love going with you."

"Yes, but I already have a wife, Marina, and her duty is to accompany me."

"Wife who has ridiculed you in the press."

"Stop! I have told you to do that and that you will! "I hit the table hard."

"As you say, brother" she muttered.

I left my house again upset but this time with Marina, who seemed to want to contradict me in everything.

Camilo took me to the outskirts of the city to an Irish doctors’ clinic, where he would later travel to Ireland to operate on me; I was for hours in medical check-ups, magnetic resonances, and others.

"And how does every doctor see?" I asked in the consultation room.

“Apparently in a couple of months we will be able to operate on you. "I was looking at the plates." There is a 50/50 chance that the nerve that is blocked can separate and you can regain mobility in your legs.”

I was trying not to be so happy since this would be my third operation, but I was hoping that the Irish medicine would give me the will to live again and to be able to give Helen everything I wanted to give. I just hoped that she would accept me for who I was.