I turn around and see him staring at me like a fool. There's no need to ask him, "How did you get ready so quickly?" It's obvious I won't ask him since all he had to do was pull up his boxers along with his pants, adjust it, and... done! While I was completely naked. "Give me my panties," I extend my hand. "I won't put on my dress without my panties." The bastard smirks and just talks. I take a deep breath and start putting on my pants without my panties. "You won this time, but I doubt next time." "I am lost in your beauty," he mutters in a hoarse voice, making my whole body shiver. "Face the consequences," I sentence him. I smooth out my hair and tie it back up again. With a bit of nervousness, I unlock the door and open it, peering out to see if there's anyone nearby. "You don't have to be ashamed, especially if you're with me." He takes my hand and we both leave the restroom, yes! The women's restroom that was a witness to our fiery and intense passion. I cling tighter to A
"I want you to know that during the time we've been together, I've felt, or rather, witnessed the feeling that has grown in my heart. I couldn't help it, I'm desperate for you, and I want to be with you for as long as you want." "I feel the same way. I want to spend more time with you, enjoy what we want, and... It's love that we feel, that thing we call a feeling, it's love. Would you like me to call you my love? I want to ask for permission, it's just something that comes naturally to me, but I'm a bit afraid you'll slap me," he says, approaching me and placing his hand on my cheek. "What do you say, my love?" "Yes... I accept... I accept, Adal. I want you to call me your love, and I want to call you my delicious little bug in bed," I lick my lips. "My delicious little bug?" he bursts out laughing, not at all offended. Wow, his smile is beautiful and infectious. It's rare to see him smile like this, showing his perfect teeth. I want to know why. "You really can't imagine why I w
+ Oh my god... Ah, unable to move my body, I slowly open my eyes, but quickly close them again as the sun's rays hit my eyes. I wiggle a bit and reach for the blanket I should be covered with, but instead I find myself lying on a huge bed, naked and with no one accompanying me. I try to open my eyes to remember where I am and what time it is. I reach out for the nightstand and, like a spider looking for its prey, my hand finds my phone! As I touch it and hold it in my hands, I open one eye while the other remains closed. I see the time and immediately get up, as if I have chili in my behind. It's ten in the morning! What the hell? Why did I sleep for so long? I run to the shower, but oh, I had forgotten that I am not in my room. Well, I don't think Adal would mind me using the bathroom here. I have to get ready and leave soon, the trip is coming up and of course, I don't want to stay and ruin everything that has been planned. Entering the shower quickly, I turn on the faucet and w
+ADAL+ In the end, things didn't turn out as expected. I received a call on the plane that forced me to cancel the trip. I had to talk to Gisela and apologize because I wouldn't be able to go with her, not after finding out that my mother was on her way, and not in good condition. Her cardiologist asked me to be present when she arrived. Hearing that news, fear, and anxiety overtook me, leading me to cancel everything. But I couldn't bring myself to the realization that Gisela's parents were waiting for us, especially their daughter, whom they hadn't seen in a long time. I cursed out loud at that moment, unable to cancel everything. So, I explained to her the situation and that it wasn't necessary to cancel the trip. She and Lucero should go, while the rest of us should stay because the situation was personal. I remember at that moment how her eyes started to cloud over. She didn't want to leave me alone and pleaded with me not to let her go alone, that her parents would understand
I feel like all of this is a soap opera, "the man who falls in Love with the Girl." From the beginning, she caught my attention, and then I couldn't help expressing how I felt. "I've let her slowly enter me, yes, I admit that I've fallen in love with her," I say nostalgically. "But I still don't dare to tell her to stay with me, Alfonso. I don't know if she's in love with me. Why have her by my side? I don't want her to end up wanting to be with me for..." "Don't even think about it, brother," he interrupts me. "Drop that stupid thought that she's with you for money. Remember perfectly well that both Lucero and you went after her. It's clear to me that nobody put a knife to her throat to accept, but she also didn't expect to find a way out of the hell she was in. Who lives on bread and water?" I'm being immature. She's a person I've realized whose main focus is her parents, and she would give her life for them. Am I expecting her to show me how much she can love me? No, that's abs
+GISELA+ "Oh, I want to cum!" she exclaimed. "I don't regret signing a contract with this man and him accepting me. Now, I feel lost in front of him! I never imagined this would go beyond a moment of heat; this man has marked me!" She moved her hips slowly, pressing herself against his bulging penis. The friction of the rough denim fabric against her sensitive clitoris was driving her insane. "Oh, heaven," she moaned. His voice was deep, like thunder following a lightning strike. She felt him harden even more, and she was wet and slippery, sliding against him with more force and passion. He gripped her throat firmly, even as she moved and rubbed against him. Then he moved closer and pulled on her nipple with his teeth. He shuddered violently and groaned with pleasure. It was a sound so penetrating that it made her tremble. She looked into his eyes and saw the burning passion, equal to her own. She realized he was trying to unbutton his jeans. He managed to do it and then freed his
+ADAL+ Frustrated, I ran my hand over my face because my worry is killing me. Gisela and even less Lucero don't answer my calls, and she's not at the house I bought. What are they doing that they're neglecting their phones? I told Gisela that I would call her and keep an eye on her. Alfonso has tried to console me and tell me that I don't have to behave like a desperate man, she's only been out of touch for one day, a day that is not a complete disaster, but what he doesn't understand is that I have a bitter feeling and my chest tightens. I have many questions and doubts, it hurts me too much that she doesn't answer my calls, my head can't imagine that she has regretted it and now doesn't want to see me again. "Brother, you can't let your mother see you in that state, and I don't agree that we should drink because I'm struggling to recover from the hangover," he gets up from the couch. His attitude makes me angry, he doesn't understand the fear I feel inside, she might regret it!
+GISELA+ "I've been in my hometown for a day and it's been a total nightmare. I regret coming here. Nothing has gone as I had hoped, and I even received a surprise that has left me disappointed and wanting to end my life. But I try my best to push away those thoughts because of Lucero's persistent gaze. For now, we're staying at Adal's house, thank God Lucero remembered and had a key. The worst part is that my suitcase with our phones is at my parents' house, and I have no intention of going there when they've been pretending to be sick to support a freeloading daughter that I never knew existed. "I'm tired of seeing you like this. It's not because I'm a bad woman, but remember that I told you a thousand times that your parents were taking advantage of you," Lucero says, interrupting my thoughts. "It's too much for you to be like this because of that damn bitch. We should call your husband." But I can't do that. Lucero doesn't understand that I can't call Adal or tell him what my p
+ Five months later... "My love, we will soon reach our destination and I want you to do something for me. I want you to put on this blindfold and not ask why," the car comes to a stop, my eyes open wide, and a crazy smile appears on my face. I was expecting something like this, but not so soon. I had no choice but to agree, so I grabbed the cloth and obediently covered my eyes like a little girl. Ha ha ha, suddenly it made me laugh. Why is my beloved not so mysterious or someone who can pretend? I can detect his nervousness from here and his desire to surprise me. "Okay, but I warn you that sometimes things don't go as planned." Aaaah, inside, I want to scream with joy. I am a happy woman who just wants to enjoy all the wonderful things her husband is giving her. After I put on the blindfold, Adal keeps driving. I'm nervous, lots of things are going through my head, and I don't know which one of them will come true. After a few minutes, Adal tells me that we have arrived at ou
+ This must be a headache! For the first time, I saw my son cry in pain. As I was leaving work, I received a call informing me that my son had been admitted to the hospital and was being attended to by a pediatrician. I demanded to know what was going on and if Gisela was aware. My mother, crying, responded, "She's asleep. We didn't want to worry her, especially after seeing that he couldn't walk." I didn't say a word about the issue when I asked for the address; I just knew I had to be with my son. Within minutes, I arrived at the clinic, my breathing rapid and my heart racing. Seeing my little one only made me more desperate, as my mother's statement about his fever was still true. My child was suffering, and they weren't doing anything about it. All we could do was wait. Eventually, I picked up my baby and left the place. They weren't attending to him as they should have been. My mother screamed after me as I left, but I couldn't take it anymore. I told her that my son wouldn't
+ADAL+ I am disappointed. Last night was an unforgettable moment. We even promised to try again, but when I woke up, she wasn't by my side. She had left. I panicked and tried to contact her, but I couldn't find my phone anywhere. I remember locking myself in the shower for half an hour, thinking about what to do, or what was going through Gisela's mind. She had given me the opportunity I had been waiting for, and now my fear is that she will regret it. I decided to get out of the shower, get ready, and leave my room. I had to get out of those four walls before I went crazy. Part of me knew I had to find her and seize the opportunity I had been given. Just as I was about to leave the house, I ran into my mother. She told me that my phone had been taken by the person I was desperately trying to reach, and if I intended to find her, I should call my number or look for Lucero, the person who had been helping me without any commitment. My mother said, "run," and I flew. It wasn't long b
"No, I hope I didn't interrupt your sleep," my words are sincere, but his reaction is nothing - no emotion on his face, he's furious. Years may have passed, but I remember perfectly when his serious face means he's ready to kill, not to think. "I'll just have this little coffee, and then I'll leave, I have a few things to do at home." "I think we should talk first before you go," he says after sitting next to me. "Since it seems you're having trouble remembering, I want to tell you that I didn't like that you drank and let yourself get careless. Do you know what would have happened if I hadn't arrived on time?" I gulp, panic takes over me, I don't know what to say, and I have no arguments to refuse. Where were the girls? I'm sure he's lying, he just wants to scare me into submission. No, he's wrong if he thinks I'll reward him. "To be honest, I don't remember anything, and if we're going to talk about what happened yesterday, it's better if Lucero and Dolores are present. They kno
+ "Wait for me, don't go alone," I hear Dolores shout behind me. She wants to dance with me, and I hope the waiter doesn't bring the margaritas right now. God, I need those margaritas! "Baby, don't leave me alone," and boom, Lucero joins us. This is good because now we're really enjoying the night. We're the three friends, not rivals that everyone expects. Never ever forget this moment. Lucero and Dolores are two important pieces for my heart and mind. "Please wait for me here, I'll be quick in the restroom, you know, so the others can get in," I leave them there. I want to dance with them, but my bladder is the most important thing right now. I walked down a narrow hallway and reached the restroom, which was so bright that a pulse of pain shot from my eyes to the back of my head. When I arrived at the stall, I fixed my hair and shouted to the sky because it's empty and all the stalls are available for me. Ha, how funny, I just need one. After a couple of minutes of relieving my
"Hey, you're not supposed to drink it like that," shouted Lucero, trying to snatch the margarita glass from me. As she made the attempt, I tilted the glass further, taking advantage of its chilliness. "You have no remedy, dude. Please bring three margaritas. She needs more than two. Oops, sorry. She's already on her second one, and it's all because she wants to act tough and drink vodka when she can't handle it." "Lucero!" I complained, finishing the last drop of margarita, and placing the glass aside to pick up the next one. "You're right. I'm not a drinker, and if you know me well, you know my throat is burning." And I went for the second margarita, I'm sorry for Dolores, but my throat is on fire. No! This can't be happening. My tongue is... "You're already lost, woman. Nobody understands what you were talking about." That's it. I'm already feeling dizzy, but it's all because I took the two margarita glasses from Lucero. I thought things would be different this time, that becaus
+ The night bears witness to our madness, and it wasn't long before Lucero showed up. The three of us decided to leave the house together, of course, only if the babysitter stays with my baby. And since Lucero is one of those who swears that everything will be fine, Dolores and I came to accompany her to the first bar we found, not those shady ones as Lucero would say. She has that touch of superiority, which is normal, that's how she was raised. For me, it's the third time I've been to this kind of place, and I think it will be the first time I take any drink with alcohol. At this moment, each of us will share our story; what troubles and saddens us. We've come here to drown our sorrows. The music in the bar is completely soft, not the kind where you have to shout to be heard. The club has low lighting, deafening and full of contorted bodies: on the dance floor, in the hallways, against the bar. A DJ mixed music on a small stage, and posters plastered all over the front promised t
+ In the end, Adal got his way. The spoiled son of his father took us home because he said I was nervous and not in condition to drive. At first, I objected, but Dolores jumped on board to become friends with Adal. After Adal realized there was nothing he could do, he blackmailed me with the words, "Our son is waiting for you at home." He was being sly, as he brought my baby into our fight. I don't want him involved in my life anymore. I don't need him. Now that I'm home, I bite my tongue with the intention of staying quiet. I watch as my son plays with that man, because Gerald ate all the dinner the nanny prepared. Dolores approaches me and tells me I need to change my attitude. Whatever that man did in the past, it's better to leave it behind because time keeps moving forward, it doesn't stop or go back. Now she's becoming Adal's savior and defender. No, that man doesn't need anyone to intervene, he can defend himself just fine. "Mrs. Gisela, the child needs to shower, but..."
"No, I need them to leave," I replied angrily, "understand for once that I need to be alone." "Damn..." he muttered, and I felt like opening the door, "I don't know what happened to make you shut yourself in, but let me tell you one thing, woman, if you don't come out now, we're not leaving and neither are the employees because it's not fair for you to stay and for them to go to sleep." That man is insane, I had no choice but to open the door. I stumbled and half said that both of them were insane. "Hey, what happened to you?" Dolores comes to me with open arms, "why didn't you call me?" I stopped, a lump formed in my throat, and I burst into tears as I felt her arms around me. Between sobs, I told her that I was to blame for other people making bad decisions. "No, that's not true. We are all responsible for our actions, and you didn't put a knife to that person's throat to make them mess up, like we do with butter on bread." I didn't do it with a knife, but in a way, I pushed h