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I walk around the pool area included in the newly acquired 1,400 square meters by X, who is standing still at the moment, admiring the facade designed in the style of British palaces. He looks at me, smiling, and then approaches, saying:"I thought you wouldn't come.""Why wouldn't I? - I ask, seriously, adjusting my sunglasses."I tried to reach you on your phone, but it went straight to voicemail," X explains, putting his hands in the pockets of his beige slim-cut trousers.Today, he's quite casual, wearing brown shoes without socks and a plain white shirt rolled up to his elbows, his hair still wet. The latter indicates that he had either just arrived or had already moved into the house. In any case, I'm the opposite, wearing my black suit and pants, a burgundy blouse, and my highest Louboutin heels from my closet, which at least bring me close to X's neck height. I adjust my hair tied in a low ponytail, masking my discomfort, and then respond:"I'm without a phone because it hit t
Mr.X One step at a time
**Days turned into weeks, and the work on decorating X's house continued intensely.** Thirty rooms weren't a joke, and I felt more challenged with each room, and he was on the same page as me. After that day when he confessed his feelings, X never brought up the subject again and didn't even make his usual advances. He simply started respecting my space and, it seemed, my professional side. Of course, from time to time, I would catch him looking at me differently, that typical look of desire that disarmed me and made me want to run to him. However, it was as if I had become immune to his charm, or maybe I was still hurting. Either way, we were managing to handle each other better without that so palpable sexual tension. Even now, as we were having lunch/dinner with Chinese food and analyzing what was missing in that space. I had the opinion that we should maintain the open concept that currently merged the dining room with the music room. X, on the other hand, preferred to build a hug
Mr.X A Week's Rush to Face the Unknown
**It was a rush, the week flew by before my eyes, and when I realized it was already Friday.** I managed to race against time, leaving only the organization of the party to sort out the external part, which they assured me would begin on Saturday, but that was X's concern, and he didn't mind spending the day alone. The only thing that caught his attention was the fact that I never took my eyes off my phone for a single moment."Is everything alright?" X asks, curious."Yes, it's just that today is the day Carlos is supposed to pick up the kids, and I want to be home when that happens. Actually, I don't know if I want to be... Anyway, I don't know what to think.""Relax," X asks, holding my hand and offering me a reassuring smile. "Everything will be fine.""Thank you," I reply while glancing at the screen. Time isn't passing."Doce..." X speaks, drawing my attention. "Tonight is probably going to be very difficult for you, so I would like to invite you to dinner. You know, to take you
Mr.X Seduction Beneath the Barcelona Moonlight
I approach X's luxurious black Porsche 918 Spyder, which is parked near the passenger door. He takes a step to the side and then opens the door for me to get in. X looks me up and down without hiding his admiration and then says:“Wow, you look marvelous. If I had known, I would have dressed up better.”“Says the man in a suit and tie, holding the door for me,” I comment before brushing my face against his.I get into the vehicle and wait for X to do the same, avoiding looking toward my building. I smile at him, and even though he's driving, he can't help but steal glances at my legs.“I have to admit, I was going to complain about the lack of transparency in your dress, but you compensated very well with the length,” X remarks, sliding his hand along my thigh and daring to venture under my dress.“It's a dinner between friends,” I reminded him, holding his hand, which was beginning to stray towards the lace of my underwear.“Friends with benefits?” X suggests it with a mischievous to
Mr.X A Night with X
The suite's door is opened by X, who takes a step aside, allowing me to enter. I walked hesitantly into the room, as even though I agreed to spend the night with him, I didn't feel like I should proceed with the second option. I hear the door close, and then I turn around, finding X standing near the door. He puts his hands in his pants pockets and walks slowly toward me.“Here we are,” I say, nervously observing every redecorated corner of the room.“Yes,” X affirms, positioning his body behind mine. He leans down so that his lips can touch my ear, releasing the following words: “Thank you for leaving the red couch in its rightful place. Whenever I look at it, I remember our afternoon together…”“X…” I turn in his direction, but his lips cover mine. Despite the intense kiss, I feel his eager hands roaming my body, yet I manage to push him away and say, breathlessly, “Tonight was... difficult. Seeing Filomena at the restaurant brought back memories I thought had been overcome.”“You'r
Mr.X A Unexpected Encounter
The sunlight flooded the entire room, waking me up. I stretch while gazing at the beautiful view of Barcelona and the sea. It was a great way to wake up in the morning. I looked to the side, and X wasn't in bed anymore. As was customary, I found a note with my nickname written on it:“An unexpected issue arose with one of the party's beverage suppliers.Feel at home. I'll be back soon.Yours,X.”I hold it close to my lips, lost in thought. I could wait for him and see what the day had in store for me by his side, or I could go home, change clothes, and rest well to enjoy X's party. Furthermore, I smile and then get out of bed, picking up my clothes. The second option was undoubtedly the best for me. I take a quick shower, and within minutes, I'm ready to head home. I'm walking down the marble stairs when I hear the sound of the doorbell, which surprises me. Did X forget his keys? I quickened my pace and then opened the door.“Pandora?” I exclaim, surprised to find none other than X's
Mr.X Unveiling Burdens
I call for a taxi, and thank God it arrives quickly enough to avoid giving X a chance to come outside and look for me. Or perhaps he wouldn't come, which wouldn't surprise me either. I slump into the backseat and close my eyes, replaying everything Pandora told me. After several minutes of mental torment, I conclude that all of it is too much for me to handle. The taxi driver finally pulls up in front of my building, and I get out, straightening my clothes. As I enter the lobby, I come face-to-face with Filomena talking to the receptionist.“Filomena? What are you doing here?” I ask, surprised.“Hello, Dália,” Filomena responds, eyeing my dress from yesterday. “We need to talk.”“Filo, can't we reschedule for another day?” I ask, running my hand through my hair. “I'm exhausted.”“I can imagine...” Filomena says there is a hint of mockery in her tone. “But we need to talk... It's a very important matter.”“And does it have to be today? I've been trying to reach you for a long time, onl
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
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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
