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Mr.X Shell
The hotel, where Mr. X is staying, looks brighter than usual. I take a deep breath and walk towards the restaurant, where I ask for the reservation on behalf of X. The young blonde promptly lets out a smile, showing no doubt to he another admirer of him. She walks towards me to the table, where he is sitting enjoying the pianist playing something melancholy, then X turns his face in our direction, unable to disguise the smile to see me in front of him. He rises, approaches me, and holds my hand, leading her to his lips.— It is a pleasure to be in your company, Dalia Penedo. - flirt X.— Let’s sit down. - I reply, trying my best to keep control.He walks away and then pulls the chair, so I could sit. As soon as I get settled, he lightly passes his hand behind my back and then goes to the spot in front of me. The waiter comes up with the hotel’s wine and beverage list, handing me one I thank with a whisper:— Thank you.I open my letter to choose something, although I do not feel like
Mr.X Reaction
The door to X’s room is opened wide open by our bodies, his lips take my full desire... I try to remember when we started kissing... maybe waiting for the elevator, no, he was just talking about banal things from Switzerland as I waved my head lightly… in the elevator, no, he just touched my lumbar, sliding lightly as he left me flushed... after the elevator… , yes, he pushed me towards the wall and I couldn’t resist… His hands touch my wearing, undressing my shoulders, as he touches them lightly. I take off his suit and throw him on the floor. He turns me around and explores my back looking for the zipper of my dress, letting it slide down my half-naked body. X carries me into the room , placing my body lightly on her bed, admiring every inch.— Room service. - warns a female voice knocking lightly on the door.He presses his lips against mine and then walks away, putting his index finger over my mouth, asking for silence. I smile and throw myself on the bed, as he fixes his belt and
Mr.X After
My face touches the softness of the pillow, as my hands slide through the folds of the sheet, but my eyes refuse to open… I know that from the moment I wake up, reality will be waiting for me, so I prefer to continue in the beautiful dream, where I had the best night of love with X. Just remember I feel my body on fire. Then the image of Juan appears in my mind, I need to get it in my mother, my son must be dying of longing for me and deep down, I also miss him very much.I open my eyes and come across the clock marking exactly one hour late to pick up my son, turn towards the side of X… and he’s not there. I take a deep breath , irritated, once again I wake up alone... New, at least this time there was no note with lame excuses. The night was good, but we came back to reality. I get up from the bed and walk towards the bathroom, where I straighten my hair and find a mark left by Mr. X on my neck, touch lightly with my eyes closed… And put back my dress from the other night. I open th
Mr.X 1+1
After the conversation I had with my mother, I return home, where I leave Juan with the nanny, I take a shower and get dressed to go to work, I need to extravasate and forget the words of my mother who are hammering on my head. There’s no way she really thinks that way. Half an hour later, I’m parking my car in the parking space next to Filomena that today came with its own vehicle. I enter the institution, giving good morning to all the employees I meet along the way, until arriving at the office. As soon as I open the door, I come across the following scene: On one side of the room is Filomena biting his pen while watching X who is in the corner of my desk analyzing some papers.— Good morning. - I say loudly, calling the attention of both.Mr. X quickly gets up from his seat and walks towards me, helping me take off my coat under Filomena’s curious gaze. X’s fingers glide discreetly across my shoulders, making me shiver. I smile towards her as I whisper:—Thank you.— Welcome. - an
Mr.X Pandora
With less than a week to go to the opening the only thing I think is to make everything perfect, even with so many months of preparation , I still feel as if there is something more to be done or revised. I analyze once again the schedule of the inauguration and the list of guests who have already confirmed their presence , and then find the name of Carlos with a question mark and written plus one.He has not yet confirmed his presence and sincerely do not know if he will come to the most important moment of my life this year. Another thing that I find strange is the fact that my husband’s name is included plus One, that is, he and another guest. No doubt Filomena made a mistake , as he will go with me. Smiling satisfied as I walk through Villa Catalina, today, MAMA AFRICA. I feel a huge pride in the transformation I made in that place and how much that thirst renewed me. I run my hand through my long loose hair while I think I’m still not completely renewed.***— Oh my God, Dalia! Wh
Mr.X Speech
Filomena stares at me, paralyzed, maybe I rushed into throwing all that information in her lap, but now it doesn’t matter anymore. I was already at the limit with everything I had been saving, all those feelings, I needed to go beyond, even my friend is not the best option. She opens her lips a few times, but can’t formulate anything to tell me.— Ladies, it’s time for the speech. - warn the ceremonialist.— We are going. - I reply, still facing Filomena, who is still in shock. Secure in his arm and the swing. — Filo, we must go.Filó moves my hand away and walks towards the improvised space for the speech, where is X who faces us smiling and then closes his face: he knows. I hasten my step and stop in front of her, but she refuses to look at me:— Filomena, please say nothing. - I ask.She passes by me and keeps walking until she reaches the stage, where she stops in front of the microphone, takes a slight look in my direction, and all I feel is that I’m lost.***As words come out o
Mr.X Decision
I face Filomena without words, I can not remember when was the last time I was like this with her... It’s like I’m exhausted all my excuses, lies and my ways out of that situation. I sit on the bed without taking my friend’s eyes, I have nowhere to run to, or what else to say.—Answer me, Dalia. - orders Filomena to sit in bed next to me. — Is this where you came? Why didn’t you talk to me? I had the right to know what was going on between you… I’ve kept your secrets for years, even though I was against them, but I do. Now you fix me up more! Dalia, his wife is here, she came to party, meanwhile you were planning to play house in Switzerland.—Filomena...— You let me hit on him without knowing. Me, your best friend, at least that’s what I think we were friends... but apparently ... for you, I just another person in this crazy life you want to follow.—I ’m sorry. - I ask, bewildered. — I know I failed you, I should have told you at the restaurant, but I couldn’t.— The only thing I w
Mr.X What's left for me
I open my wardrobe and start choosing the cold clothes I will take to Lausanne. I smile thinking about the happiness that X will have to see me at the airport and how these days will be wonderful. And if we follow what I have in mind, those days will be few. Therefore, I will have to go back ... and do it more often... who knows, even live there? Juan would love to have snow daily, I’m sure little Carlos would visit our son and when it was, would take Dunny the strap. Maybe in time I’ll start to accept in my life. A life where Carlos would no longer be present, but the X. Will he accept Juan willingly? Of course, the first thing that pops into my mind is: If he is the father, he will undoubtedly be willing to meet his son and raise him. I shake my head, disappearing with all those thoughts, one day at a time. I lie down to sleep, but my anxiety only allowed me to think of X.The next morning, I wake up Juan early and take him to my mother’s house, who makes sure to say that he is in t
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Mr.X From Now On...
BRAZIL, MARCH 31, 2015.I'm engrossed in my phone, just a few lines away from finishing the book I'm reading, which, as incredible as it may seem, resonates with many aspects of my marriage. I'm so engrossed in the plot that I disconnect from everything else:"Dália!" my husband calls, drawing my attention. I look towards the wooden door from which he emerges with his charming smile. "Come see."I put down my phone and walk to the door, stepping outside where my husband stands on the sidewalk, looking at the facade. I join him and also start to admire the bold letters:Carlos's Delicacies"It's perfect!" I compliment, admiring the front of our restaurant.Yes, a lot has changed in my life... in our lives. After flying to Paris, we made some decisions. The first was Carlos quitting his job. He insisted on throwing his phone from the top of the Eiffel Tower when he finished his call with Rubens. I did the same with the real estate agency. However, I didn't throw my phone because we need
Mr.X FINAL
"Passengers of flight 357 to Lisbon, boarding will take place at gate C... Attention, passengers of flight 357, bound for Lisbon, boarding will take place at gate C..."This was what the announcement was saying when I arrived at the airport just a few minutes before my husband's flight was due to depart. Unlike what you see in movies, buying a ticket to enter the departure area isn't as difficult as it seems, because there wasn't a huge line in front of me, to begin with for buying a ticket."Good morning, ma'am, how can I assist you?""I need a ticket for any international flight departing right now.""Right now? Ah, well..." the young man starts, opening his screen.However, the clerk who attended to me wasn't very fast."Young man, I need to enter the departure area in thirty minutes," I say, looking at the departure and arrival display screen.Knowing my husband, it was unlikely he bought a first-class ticket or even a VIP one. As he always used to argue: at the moment of death, t
Mr.X Love's Unwavering Pursuit
After leaving my children with the nanny and taking a shower, I head to the address of the summons, which happens to be Elson's office address. I press the elevator button that takes me to the penultimate floor in a matter of seconds. The panoramic view of the city welcomes me, and then I approach the receptionist:"Good morning, I'm Dália Penedo Salazar and I received a summons for today.""Good morning, Mrs. Salazar. Just a moment to inform Dr. Elson that you're here" says the receptionist.She smiles in my direction, raises her index finger, and then turns to speak on the phone. The receptionist exchanges a few words amid fake giggles and hair tosses, then turns to me, saying:"Dr. Elson is waiting for you in the conference room. Please follow me."She stands up from her seat, adjusting her tight but elegant purple dress, making me question my choice of wearing wide-legged pants and a white shirt. The receptionist says a few things, but I don't retain anything in my mind because al
Mr.X Eternal Echoes of X
X...As always, the night with you was wonderful and unforgettable. Your touch, your scent, your kiss, and the way you make love to me will always be etched in my mind. As well as your words...You were very important in my life. I tried to fight the desire I felt for you all these years, and lost the battle several times. You are a part of me; my life didn't make much sense until you appeared, and I'm grateful to you for being my friend, confidant, my lover...It's undeniable that we are perfect for each other, that we have harmony and chemistry... in bed.Our relationship boils down to the bed, to sex, and it has always been that way...A few years ago, I would have given anything to live this relationship beyond the bedroom door, but today I understand that it's not possible, and I know you will understand that too.When you said that you wanted me and couldn't live without me... I didn't feel what I wanted to feel when I heard those words. I know the first thing that came to your
Mr.X Veil of Truth and Desire
My eyes search X's face for any trace of falsehood. His jaw is relaxed, and his eyes are serene... He turns towards the table where he tossed the envelope and retrieves it. Then he turns towards me, holding it up in my direction.“Open it, so you can confirm what I'm telling you,” he says.I take the envelope while taking a deep breath. My trembling hands struggle to tear the paper... or some greater force didn't want me to discover the truth. I press harder, and finally, it gives way, allowing me to see the report that I unfold calmly. There it is: according to the examination conducted using Carlos's blood, Juan was his son. I breathe a sigh of relief, but then the feeling of regret hits me. I could have avoided the dinner with Carlos if I had opened that damned envelope.“So? Am I right or not?” X asks.“You are,” I whisper as I let my body slide into one of the chairs. I stare at X and then ask what came to my mind. “How is that possible?”“I was born with a lack of reproductive d
Mr.X Unraveling Hearts: Tears, Truths, and Choices
Carlos wipes away his tears as he looks at the paternity test. His hands smooth the paper before he places it back on the table, taking a deep breath. His brown eyes lock onto mine, and then he says:“I don't want to know.”“Carlos, please,” I whisper.“Juan will always be my son, and no piece of paper will say otherwise,” Carlos says, pressing his index finger against the paper repeatedly. He hands me back the envelope, wiping his face. “He has been my son for four years, and he always will be. Juan Carlos is my son, he is a Salazar, and he always will be.”“Whatever you say,” I agree, putting the envelope away once again.“Does he know?” Carlos asks, looking at me seriously. His gaze is a sea of disappointment that I can't bear to meet.“No,” I reply, wiping my face. “He has no idea.”“If I were in his shoes, I'd want to know if I have a child out there,” Carlos claims.“Carlos, please...”“He has the right to know, Dália,” Carlos argues. “Tell him.”“Alright, I'll do that,” I affir
Mr.X When Secrets Unfold
“What? How? When?”The sommelier approaches with our waters, pouring them into our glasses while pretending not to notice my tear-streaked face and the tense atmosphere. How did my husband know everything? How? I couldn't comprehend...“Africa,” Carlos reveals, withdrawing his hand from mine and then sliding his fingers through the cutlery without looking at me. “You always had the terrible habit of leaving your things open. When you traveled, I decided to use the home computer for work... I saw it all. Your conversations, your emails, you're asking him to call you...”“Why didn't you...?”“Why didn't I tell you? Or why didn't I leave you when I found out?” Carlos questions, thoughtful. “Simple, I loved you, Dália. When I read everything, I felt guilty. I threw you into his arms, but I wasn't ready to lose you... Give up on you. I was sincere when I showed up in Africa. I really wanted to be the husband you deserved, because if I could manage that, I knew I'd forget that man once and
Mr.X Confessions Beneath the Barcelona Night
La Barca looked as beautiful as that day when we came for the first time; that's what I was thinking as the concierge led me to the reserved table on the terrace. He pulls out a chair for me, and I sit down promptly. He steps away, and I find myself admiring the nighttime view of Barcelona while my mind wandered, considering the possibilities. There were chances Carlos might not come or might come with someone else. Even the possibility of being followed, and X showing up there. Regardless, I tried to convince myself to see it through. I place my hands in front of my face, repeating to myself: I needed to put an end to this, I needed to...“Dália?” Carlos calls, standing in front of me. “Is everything okay?”“Hi, Carlos,” I say, adjusting my hands on the table. “Yes, it is.”“Would you like something to drink before choosing your dishes?” the sommelier asks.“Just water, please,” I say, nervously unable to look at the young man.“Wow...”“What?” I ask quickly.“For you to order water,
Mr.X Unveiling Truths and Facing Deceptions
I spun the envelope in my hands. I had buried that desire to know who Juan's father was many years ago, even now with everything that's happening. However, as they say, the truth always comes out. My fingers would glide over the edges in a simple gesture, and everything would be revealed. All it would take is my fingers coming together and tearing open the edge, and that's it. Simple... easy... Yet, I didn't feel like I was the one who should open the envelope. I didn't feel entitled to do so. I take a deep breath and then place it on my coffee table. Furthermore, I stand up and walk to the hallway, where I grab my purse, open it, and take out my cell phone. I scroll through my call list until I reach a specific number—the number of the person I believe has the right to know. After a few rings, the line is answered.“Hello?”“Hi, Carlos,” I say calmly.“Is something wrong?” Carlos asks, concerned.“We need to talk...”“Dália, if it's about the summons, know that it's for the best this
