“It's been a month that, for me, has been a century. I can't believe how I was able to live a life without him. It's too bad that the contract marriage didn't work out; if only he had done his part. We would be together with ten children, three dogs, two cats, and an aquarium full of fish. We would go for a walk every weekend to a different beach, and suddenly we would go for a picnic every month because it's complicated to leave the children alone with the nannies. I would like to take my sister to live with us. I am rushing, and at times I forget that Angelo pretends not to remember that I am his wife. Furthermore, I do not know what he wants; it would not be to take me to bed, since he got it. Likewise, I do not consider it my fortune, because his seems to have no limits, unless he is one of those fortune hunters who marry millionaire women who die prematurely. Mostly poisoned, thus increasing exponentially their assets; that may be my assumption. Like the time I thought that a fema
“And why didn't you tell me that? We were supposed to tell each other everything, sis.” “Well, Ximena, that was when I thought you were happily married to that Italian ghost.” “Terrible; you should have gone to a psychologist, Emily.” “I myself was in charge of transforming that paradise into a hell. I bore that man to the point of exhaustion, I was jealous enough to leave him; I even thought of killing him so that if he wasn't mine, he wouldn't belong to anyone. Then Pearl came along, and I judged that because he was ugly and disheveled, I didn't have to worry about losing him. My security level was higher, and I thought I wouldn't have any problems because no woman would harass him. How wrong I was. It turns out that there are many who thought the same thing, or because of eye problems, they thought he was beautiful.” “I was wrong; it turns out that there are many who thought the same thing, or that because of eye problems they thought he was beautiful.” “Yes, it turns out that
For a few moments, I feel like I'm in heaven; only I remember that he was with that blonde, and that gives me the strength to take it off and give it to him, telling him,“No, thanks, sir; better give it to your little friend, the woman shareholder of hydrogen peroxide.”“What have you considered? The month I gave you to think about it has passed,” he tells me, thinking he is so important and looking so imposing.“I don't have to consider anything; I am a married woman, and I am leaving this place. I think I drank too much.”“No, what happens is that you get drunk passing by a vineyard; I saw that you only had two cocktails,” he tells me, confirming that he was watching me.“I want to have anything with you anyway.” I unintentionally look at his body, biting my lips.“That's what you've been thinking about all this time, Ximena of my heart.”“My little angel, what happened is that I didn't even remember that deal; it's the truth.”“I don't believe you,” he says, wrinkling her forehead
“Ximena, my love, relax; it's what we want; I want you very much; I have not been able to get your memory out of my head; please let's give ourselves completely; sorry if I hurt you; I did it unintentionally. I am somewhat coarse for the environment in which I work; I need to learn how to treat women.” he says without stopping, kissing my neck, turning me around, and placing me in front of him, where I slide my eyes, seeing his chest with some hairs that excite me even more. Where I slide my eyes, seeing her chest with hairs that excite me even more. I grab her back, putting it together to feel her skin. Her hardness melts me, and her lips go down from my neck to my breasts. She stays for a while like a newborn, then she keeps going down like a wild elevator. I'm embarrassed, and at the same time, I want her to stop at my little thing. She also claims her kisses, but she keeps kissing one leg up to my ankles and then goes up the other leg to my stomach. I even help her by going up to m
I dropped my little sister off at her house; her adoptive parents didn't seem worried, as if it were normal for her to arrive in the early hours of the morning.“At least she arrived well,” says the father, unconcerned.“Is it normal for me to arrive at this hour?” I asked, annoyed.“Miss Ximena, she is of age; we can't tell her anything; besides, she threatens to leave, and we really need her,” this time the false mother answers me.“She or the money I give you to keep her well” comes out because the liquor loosens my tongue.“Look, Ximena insults us; we love Emily; we take her to the doctor; we take care of her the best we can; what happens is that she is complicated,” explains the mother, twisting her eyes.“What do you mean, ma'am?”“Emily grew up limited by her illness, watching children play through the windows; in high school, she was teased because she couldn't do physical education. They thought she was lazy; she was always embarrassed if they knew about her illness. This made
“Know what?” I procrastinate, imagining the worst but hoping it's something else or a joke. “Let's talk straight, please, Ximena,” he says, raising his voice. “Let's cut the bullshit.” “So talk,” I tell her dryly, adjusting the garter belt that squeezes me. “How long have you known you were my fictitious wife, my wife of lies?” I feel the floor shudder; it's as if my stomach were being ripped out to my legs and as if I were vomiting a blow of pain. I even have an ache throbbing in my head. “Firstly, I'm not your fake wife; the wedding took place legally; that you didn't fulfill your part because of something I don't understand is another thing; and besides, you're the one who has been playing with me all this time; you knew it; your shoddy lawyer showed me all my information.” “Oh, Ximena, the truth is that I never read that investigation; that asshole is repudiated; I haven't fired him because he has been working for the family for a long time and knows about all our affairs; bes
I wake up with the rays of clarity that sneak through the curtains as rules of light. Although I have my sun lying with me, its heat burns me so much that I barely get used to it. Now it has a warmth that intoxicates me with its smell. That is my male, who wakes up because I'm watching him and yawning, and tells me, “Good morning, my pretty wife.” It is something that, since I was a little girl, I imagined they would say to me, and it fills me with joy. I kiss him, saying good morning, and that takes us to something else. No matter that we are exhausted and sore, the desire is turned on again, leading us to the struggle to give us pleasure and to love each other, which seems to end with some deep moans of his. Although we both know that it is only a parenthesis in this adventure that will be trying to merge our souls, “Let's have something to eat.” He says it to me with a childish smile. “I already ate what I wanted.” “Let's take a bath.” It's a good proposal that fills me with ne
“This time, I'm driving; I want to introduce you to someone.” I took the keys from him without receiving any protest. “You know how to drive very well; in a city like this, it takes a lot of skill,” he tells me while he looks at my legs as I combine the pedals without looking at them. “Of course, my Angelo, sometimes the traffic is chaos; the gaps and the traffic jams, added to the insecurity, make the streets a juggling scene.” “In addition to the eternal works and the heavy rains that collapse the sewage systems,” he answers, looking at my lips and tasting his own. “They collapse because people lack education; they throw garbage in the street that clogs the sewers. That's why I keep the garbage in my pockets if I don't find a trash can nearby; sometimes I come home with my pockets full of papers. I have been criticized a lot for this.” “Besides being pretty, you are ecological; I thought it would be impossible to find more virtues in you.” I feel that his words are getting close