+ADAL+ This must be a nightmare, is it a dream... I'm a miserable person who doesn't deserve to be with her! She's an old-young girl! How couldn't, I deduce that she was a virgin, how couldn't, I tell that... Fuck! How couldn't, she tells me this... Yes, I'm so stupid that she had to say to me, "Listen, Adal, you can make it easier for me because I'm a virgin." I want the earth to swallow me, she is... It can't be, and the worst part is that we have a contract, and we have to be together. I feel bad because it wasn't her best experience, I really treated her like a nobody. She didn't deserve that. Aaaah... I feel like hitting myself in the head with a hammer, for being an idiot. I have to do something, I have to fix what I just did. "I can't take it anymore! Enough is enough, I don't want to stay silent, tell me what's going on with you, since I'm not a mind-reader," Alfonso enters the office, pulling me out of my deep thoughts. "I don't feel like talking," I said dryly. "Haha,
"Go ahead," she says seriously, crossing her arms. "Where's the sheet, since it's clean?" I point to the side of the bed, where the white sheet and quilt are stained with blood, and now I don't know how to wash them, since I'm too embarrassed for anyone to see. "I don't want anyone to know, I'm too ashamed," I give a heavy sigh. "Lucero, I lost my virginity, and he found out after it was all over, imagine how hysterical he got, as if he had committed a crime." "Oh my God!" She coughs as if she's choking on her own saliva, and it's logical that this confession is enough to make you die. "I lost my virginity," I bite my lower lip. "I'm not going to deny that your boss, who is my husband, is amazing in bed and I enjoyed that huge animal today," I gasp. My skin tingles as I recall that unforgettable moment. "Dirty!" She's enjoying herself, and now I'm waiting for her to tell me, "I told you so!" and that it's not a sin to be with a man and that they're not a complete distraction from
+LUCERO+ Hmm! He runs his hands over my body and softly kisses my chin and neck. I can feel the tips of his fingers on my ribs, making me tremble as he grins playfully. When I put my hand on his erection, he gasps as he feels me. "I love you, my love." That makes me laugh as he takes off my pants. Unexpectedly, he lifts me up and puts me in front of him, bringing his mouth to my vagina and nibbling on it over my panties. Desperately, I take off my shirt and my husband watches me. He slides his fingers under the elastic of my panties, tearing them off as I let out a small cry. He strokes me and warmly takes one of my breasts, putting it in his mouth and sucking on my nipple. Then he does the same to the other breast and asks me to sit on his lap. For a moment he plays with my breasts, sucking and licking them and sucking them, until he produces a thousand gentle sensations. He stands up with me and then lays me down on the bed. He kisses my lips and starts running his tongue down
++GISELA+ I get out of the taxi, saying "thank you and have a good day" as I close the door. Taking a step forward, standing in front of my law firm, I let out a deep sigh. "Oh my God." I have come to the company to talk to my ex-boss again, I have to insist that I can no longer continue coming to work and that I am too grateful for the opportunity he gave me. Nonsense! I am here because that man has not stopped asking when I will be free from the commitment to work. At this moment, I had no intentions of coming, but taking advantage of the fact that he was not at home and that grandma went to her daughter's house, it was as if everything fell into place, giving me the opportunity to leave. Although the CEO does not speak to me, I have to fulfill the contract. Well... I don't want to remember what happened yesterday and how two strangers, full of shame or questions, slept in the same room, swallowing what they had to say to each other. You could say that both of us were complet
+I am leaving the Human Resources office and my resignation letter is ready. However, it doesn't calm me down. My boss or ex-boss knows about my fraudulent marriage, and I don't know what I'll do. How does he know the CEO? My head is going to explode. It's a feeling I want to escape from. No... I can't panic without talking to someone first. "Gisela, can you spare me a second?" I stop on my way out and see my ex-boss in front of me. "Please come to my office." No, he will call the police, they will deport me, and I will go to jail for fraud. I have to run away! "Uh, I'm sorry, but..." "It's not what you think. I want to apologize. Please believe me, and for the time you've worked here, can you spare me a minute of your time?" "No, she doesn't have to talk to you." My eyes widen. What is he doing here? "Adal," I hiss. My voice trails off. "Can we go?" He extends his hand, and I stay frozen for a few seconds. What should I do? "Um... Yes, my love," I nod, hold my breath, and go
+Noooo, I'm dead, what am I doing? The more I walk, the more I mess up. I can't keep my legs closed for another day. Losing my virginity wasn't enough to stop me from sleeping with him again. And once again, no condom! That's not all, I'm a sinner, I don't have God's forgiveness. How could I do it inside a car with the driver right there? "Okay, now that we're alone, you can tell me what's going on. Why did the boss suddenly call me? I want to know why we're in my apartment," she enters the room that was once mine. He decided that at the last minute. Apparently, it's better here than in the apartment he bought. He even had the nerve to call Lucero to be with me. "Lucero, I need you, please give me that pill again. God, what am I going to do!" I start pacing back and forth, the idea of getting pregnant terrifies me. "Not that you're asking, but I just did it in the car. Please, you have to help me. I don't want to get pregnant." "Don't fuck with me... Gisela, once is understandabl
+Ah… I complain. I try to move my body from side to side, but the more I try, the more it hurts. Where am I? I remember not having even a drop of alcohol; I'm not the kind of person who drinks because I'm used to it. I open my eyes and can see that I'm in the TV room. I'm lying on the carpet, and a small pillow supports my head. Where is Lucero? That daughter of her mother left me here; she left without even having the decency to say, "hey, get up, I'm leaving." I swear I'll kill her! I thought the evening we had last night was wonderful; movies, gossip, confessions, and advice. However, things didn't go well because she left me on the floor like a dog. "Lucero!" I shout like crazy, "Lucero... Lucero." "I'm sorry, miss, but Miss Lucero has gone to work," I hear the sliding door of the living room opening. Oh, it's the sweet lady, she comes three times a week to clean the apartment. How embarrassing! "I need your help getting up," I beg, even sobbing, "my whole body hurts."
*** "List, thank you," I give myself one last look in the mirror. "I already told you that you're beautiful, like a model," she stops playing with my hair, I turn around and face her. "You're gorgeous," I give her a kiss on the cheek. "I like you and consider you a friend." "Thank you," she looks down. "Look at me," I demand, and she obeys, revealing those shining eyes. "Don't cry over something that's true, and now I'm leaving because that man must be bored and regretting coming." "He'll see that the wait was worth it," I have to imagine that Mrs. Dulce must think I'm a slut for not wasting time. "That man is my husband, and I'm sorry I didn't invite you to my wedding, but it was so fast that I didn't even realize when it happened," I spoke so quickly that I confused her even more than she already was, "I'll explain it to you later, maybe step by step." I leave the room like a ghost, an angel takes me, and in a couple of minutes, I'm entering the living room. "I thought you
+ 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