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Mr.X Feelings
—————————————————————————RE: NGOFrom: richard@hotmail.comSent: Saturday, November 3, 2012 09:03:45To: Dalia Penedo Salazar (daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com)Hello Dalia,This is Richard, we met in Africa. I'm sending this email because I have a project that I know is closely related to you. It's an NGO whose objective is to help the children of Africa. Like you, they are in great need of support.The NGO will have a stronger presence in Guinea, where, as you saw, children are most affected by child malnutrition, abandonment, and lack of education. One of the goals is to establish agreements with three orphanages, as well as build a school, a health center, and a food supply facility. The NGO will also collaborate with various other social projects, including Lac Rose (Senegal), Mali, Mozambique, and Cape Verde.I would like you to be part of this initiative, serving as our manager, helping to turn this dream into a reality. In two weeks, I'll be in Barcelona negotiating with a pote
Mr.X Just
"What do you mean you don't know when you'll be back?" I ask, irritated. "You're only a two-hour flight away." "Dalia, please...""No, Carlos. If you want to explain, I ask that you do it in person and as soon as possible," I say, hanging up the phone.I'm not willing to listen to Carlos's lame excuses, especially not over the phone. This time, things have changed, and he needs to start keeping the promises he makes to me. I notice Richard looking at me curiously, so I smile, trying to pretend everything is fine. We continue walking through the house, analyzing each room, because the sooner we start working on the house, the faster the NGO will be ready to operate.***Two weeks later...The sound of my alarm clock indicates that my day is beginning, and like every day, my hand throws it to the floor as my body refuses to get up. I turn to the other side of the bed, which is empty once again: Carlos hasn't returned from Lisbon since our last conversation. I get up and go to the bathr
Mr.X Lesson
I face my alarm clock, indicating that my day is starting and that Carlos must have already left for Lisbon. I couldn't sleep thinking about the argument I had with Carlos and how our relationship has reached the point where I'm seriously considering divorce. But the way things are, we can't go on if he's really going to stay in Lisbon... what will become of us? I look at his side of the bed and slowly run my hand over the sheets as tears start to fall again. I take a deep breath, wipe away my tears, and then go to the bathroom, where I take a shower, brush my teeth, and comb my hair, putting it up in a bun as I observe the tired-faced woman reflected in the mirror. It seems like I've aged ten years overnight. I need to pick myself up... I need to pick myself up... I leave my room and go to my son's.I enter Juan's room, turn on the light, and I'm startled; my son isn't in his crib. I walk over to the crib to make sure I closed it properly, and then I head to the bathroom when I notic
Mr.X Daily Chaos with Juan
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," Carlos calls, waking me up. I open my eyes and find a tray with my breakfast. "Good morning," I reply, sitting up in bed. Carlos pours the coffee into the cup, and his mischievous smile is evident on his face. "Alright, tell me what you want." "Nothing," Carlos says, pretending to be innocent. "I know there's something brewing in that wicked mind of yours, so spill it," I retort, taking a sip of coffee. "I've been thinking... how about Juan and I accompany you every day? After speech therapy, he and I can go to the NGO, and then we all come back home together," Carlos suggests, excited.-"Are you afraid of being alone with him?" I ask."Yes, well, I love our son, but he... he's a handful," Carlos confesses. "He takes after you," I conclude with a smile. "Alright, but I can't be distracted taking care of him for you." "Alright... but can you handle the poopy diapers?" Carlos asks, receiving a deadly stare from me. "Love, he poops a lot. Seriously
Mr.X Déjà Vu
So the big day has arrived, I would finally meet the main financier of the NGO MAMA AFRICA, and if he does indeed provide financial assistance, our NGO will soon be helping the children of Lac Rose and other places in Senegal to have a better future. I spent the sleepless night thinking of ways to express my gratitude, an inspiring speech, something that would come close to my gratitude and convince him to continue funding us. My alarm clock tries to do its job, but I'm faster and turn it off. Carlos turns to my side and hugs me."Where are you going, love?" my husband asks, still with his eyes closed. "It's still early...""I have a lot of things to do today. I need to stop by the salon, go to Filomena's house, and then meet with the person who will kickstart MAMA AFRICA. Without him, our NGO wouldn't exist.""Dalia, the NGO wouldn't exist if it weren't for you. He's just betting on something that has already proven successful and will be a success.""Thank you for your support, love,
Mr.X He's back
"Dalia," Filomena says, catching my attention. She slightly tilts her head toward X, who is intensely staring at me. "Aren't you going to greet him?"I get up from the table, but I avoid getting too close... I can't believe he's right there in front of me. The man who abandoned me and dismissed me with a letter. My hands are cold, and my heart is racing... This must be a dream... or rather, a nightmare."It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Dalia," says X, raising his hand towards me. I raise mine, and he holds it firmly, engulfing me in warmth. He brings my hand towards his lips, lightly touching it, forcing me to exert every effort not to close my eyes. "I've heard great things about you."I bite my lips, unable to think straight or form a decent sentence. His presence has shattered any structure and defense I had against him. X has defied all odds of our reunion, leaving me defenseless against him. And the worst part is that the jerk knows it."Undoubtedly, it's a pleasure for her
Mr.X Indifferent
We finished lunch and left towards headquarters. I will drive, Filomena reluctantly accepted, to go ahead and the X, like a true gentleman, went behind. He straightens out his beige suit and sits right in the middle, forcing me to always stay in my field of vision in the rearview mirror, a real son of a bitch. As soon as we arrived at the Villa the gaze of admiration of X upon seeing the house gives me full satisfaction, reminding me that he is the financier of all this. I turn to him to invite him to take a tour of the NGO.— Come, I want you to know everything. - says Filomena, holding X’s hand and pulling him in. I take a deep breath, but my blood boils when I see that scene.—If you don’t mind, I’d rather it be the Dalia, because Richard told me she’s in charge of the project.- says X stopping in the middle of the way and turning in my direction. — Do you mind showing the place?— No, of course not. - I reply walking towards them.We go through the rooms and in each of them, I wil
Mr.X Far away
I come home with my head bursting with pain, I can’t stop imagining what the two of them might be doing... Actually I can only imagine what the two of them might be doing at a time like this... No doubt Filomena must be flirting shamelessly, while X invites her to dinner at the hotel even to avoid suspicion. She accepts and the two go to a table in the corner, away from everyone... Filomena touches X’s hand, pouring her seductive gaze on him...—Hi, my love. - says Carlos, coming out of the kitchen with a cloth on his shoulders. — Glad you arrived. I thought it was just lunch with the financier... Did something happen to you?— Hi, love. - I answer, giving my husband a kiss... No doubt Filomena must be approaching the lips of X. I get nervous away from my husband and sit on the couch.— Nothing happened... the funder only proved to be very interested in the project, so we had to take him to the headquarters and ended up wasting a good time there.I rest my head on the couch , closing m
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Mr.X When Secrets Unfold
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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
