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There are rare occasions when I leave the comfort of my room in the middle of working hours.With the exception of going to the meeting rooms on the same floor as my executive director's room, I have everything I need not to leave my office; including two adjacent rooms that open to a private bathroom and a rest room where I can both have my meals quietly, and rest on one of the spacious sofas that replace chairs - that's how, in the not too distant past.Besides, I have Natalie, whose function is to be my cell phone in human form. Always ready to find a way to fulfill my wishes.This afternoon is one of those that can be on my list of rare occasions. Considering that I am only at this moment checking the watch on my wrist as the elevator goes back up to my floor because I spent a whole hour in the cafeteria with Penelope.Even if I believe in the competence of the people who work for me, at least once a month, I dedicate myself to checking the quality of the food served to those in l
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"I hate leaving the house.”"That's why she's so stressed," he jokes."Shouldn't you be at your appointment? "I point to your leg under dark pants, willing to change the subject. "You will never recover if you continue to be reckless with your own health.”It is ironic to say this, since I do not worry the way I should about my own personal problems."You're the one who's late, dear," he pushes the chair forward and, as soon as it's close enough, spreads his hands on both sides of my hips, without really touching me. “The doctor released me earlier. So I decided that I didn't want to spend another day doing a beautiful and deep nothing, and that it could be a good idea to invite my wife to a lunch that didn't end with me even more bored than I normally do.”"But did I ruin everything? “I suggest, arching my eyebrow."Almost everything" your smile increases, and your hands carelessly crawl over the velvety fabric of the skirt that covers my legs. "After reading all the books you have a
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My hands shoot at Hunter's shoulders and I lean towards him, taking my mouth to yours. I don't intend it to be a nostalgic, nostalgic kiss. I want him to feel on my lips the same flames of fire that light up in my stomach. I want the first touch of my tongue inside his inviting lips to be as abrasive as the way I pull him up, stretching his coat on my nails as I bump the base of my spine on the edge of the table. And I wish, finally, that my mind melts to your liking and that I forget what happens outside the bubble we create to protect ourselves from the rest of the world.Completely up on me, Hunter uses one of his knees to indicate that my legs open, and settles between them while I sit at the table, pushing the papers and pens that stick my ass.In addition to my skirt being tight and tailored to my knees, I'm wearing thin pantyhose, so Hunter gets in the way of getting rid of the fabrics that prevent the encounter of our skins. He retreats long enough to open a dark smile before
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"Excuse me, ladies," a waiter approaches, depositing two glasses of red fruit cocktails on the table. “Courtesy of that gentleman.”Penelope stretches her neck to see the direction the boy points, and smiles kindly when he moves away. A man of austere appearance corresponds to her look, casually touching her golden watch. Penelope's face turns into a mask of indecency, and a smile with sweet poison fills her lips before she blinks and sends a kiss to the lonely man.Turning joyfully to me, she pokes the ice in her drink with the straw and covers the side of her mouth before speaking:“Men... In the middle of the twenty-first century and they still think that drinks can convince a woman to open her legs "she rolls her eyes marked by dark makeup."It's a shame he doesn't know that he just needs to offer you a whimsical Hot Dog..." I play, pushing the cup served to me away.Penelope lets out a little laugh."Or a slice of pizza... "Her attention falters and she fixes her gaze at a point
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Even if I'm stuttering, nothing in Penelope's expression increases my nervousness. She even stops paying half attention to her glass to take one of my hands and hold it firmly. My palm is sweaty, but Penelope doesn't seem to bother as she squeezes her fingers on mine."You know you can tell me anything, Suzy.”I look at our united hands, then at your face. Her olive-colored skin shines under the ceiling light, contrasting even more with the color of the gold in her hair and the penetrating darkness of her dark irises. Again I hesitate about how I should start telling the truth."About your brother" I can murmur, tangled each syllable so much that I almost choke. “What do you remember about Jonathan?”Surprise, Penelope loosens her fingers over mine, but doesn't let go of my hand. Somehow your empathy seems to have withered as fast as a flower touched by frost."Why does your Psychiatrist think that talking about my brother can make things easier?”I don't like the arrogance I hear in
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Around us, songs and glasses resonate, people come and go, no one with the slightest perception of the barb exchange between Penelope and me. No one who has a notion of how hurt and sorry I feel for having followed this stupid idea. It was stupid to think that my friendship would make Penelope see beyond. She is Jonathan's sister, your hero without a cape, what did I expect?Penelope's face is hard like stone, like a statue whose expression is pure hatred."You don't have the right to talk about my brother, Suzane.”"Why did I let him die? "I try, raising my chin. "I saved Hunter, a stranger and foreigner, from death, but if I could go back, I would have been more careful that no one would see me watch Jonathan's drowning. He deserved to have suffered more.”I don't know how I see the palm of Penelope's hand advancing to my face, but I hold her wrist in time to stop her. I am not shocked by your attitude, nor conformed, I just avoid thinking that I would be slapped by someone who made
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It is strange to think how much some situations in our lives lead us to an infinite loop of similar tasks, metaphorically speaking.A couple of months ago, I was entering through the doors of the same hospital I am now in, supporting the weight of a man whose full name I barely knew. Despite the apparent fear, I prayed that he would not die in my arms, but only because I did not think he would be able to sustain the weight of another death on my shoulders.But I have to admit that nothing from that strange night represents half the despair I feel right now.Perhaps at that time the life of a stranger was of little valuable to my inflated ego. And I shouldn't be surprised that anyone else could call me frivolous "on sexual or sentimental matters. Today the coldness that was in me had dissipated as fast as a dew in the morning, but again, perhaps the reason is because my link of companionship to Penelope supplants any possibility of cowardice.The fact is that even though I am already v
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"Was it you who called Hunter?”Colton denies it with a soft sound."He was with Jon at the time of the accident and they had to pick up Mrs. Maxwell before they came here. I was the one closest to the localities and I arrived first, but the two were together when they arrived.”My head leans slightly to one side, and I blink, confused."Jon Maxwell, and Hunter, my husband, were they together tonight?”“Suzy, the accident occurred last night. You slept here "he explains, solemn. "And yes, they arrived together. I assumed they were in the same place.”Shock goes through my veins and I'm buzzing when I ignore my twenty-four hours spent in unconsciousness, and I decide that I have no intention of letting another omission of Hunter go unnoticed. I'm stressed, tired, scared, but entirely frustrated to realize that Hunter is still hiding things from me.Even after saying you trust me. Even confessing to me your secrets and plans. He still lies. And it still takes me too long to notice this.
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