LOOKING FOR REASONS

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