Present
I don't want to turn around and face the owner of my sleeplessness. He dominates my nightmares; It leaves me begging him for more, watching him go and not even being able to know his name. I have lost my essence and my little interest in clients. This time nothing worked with him. I repeat, I did not even find out his name that night.
But what a pleasure it gave me. He touched my soul with his hands and his body.
“My friend. Charles gets up from the bar stool.
I see how you are heading towards him.
"Charles." —That Spanish accent goes up all over my body until it kills my neurons for the right thing.
Now I just want to eat him, ride him like a woman and make him see that I am capable of giving him pleasure too.
"Let me introduce them."
I look at nothing. I know I should get up now, but my hands start to sweat. My devil is clever enough to realize
"Do you have a problem obeying me in this place?" He asks as he watches me lie down on the bed as he requested.“Not. You can do whatever you want with me. This time I can be who you want me to be, just ask. "Two glasses of wine make my reluctance and reluctance lessen."My body in underwear reminds me that the air is at its best and that my skin has to lose everything. I love how he takes over the place. Without meaning to, I began to like her most irritating part.“Give me your hands. She straddles me and throws all her weight onto her knees. This is not going to bother you. If the tapes hurt you, tell me and we'll stop it."I'm not a crystal from Bethlehem." Are you forgetting who you are talking to? Nothing you can do to me will be outlandish enough to make me run away. "I roll my eyes.""You're not just anybody, even if you work like one." She takes the time to tie my wrists with the ribbons. However, never doubt that people surpri
Santiago looks at me; I know you think about what will be next.I can't feel my legs yet.The contrast of the cold of the object and how hot my body is, like my sex, is supreme when I feel that I am burning in hell, but I touch heaven with my hands.Unleash my hands. Its touch is soft and strong at the same time.I don't want to stop now, I need to feel it. I want to have him close, inside me, on top of me. Wherever and however he wants. My mind is at your mercy. And that's worse. It is dangerous.That I possess my body is fleeting, momentary and circumstantial, but my mind ... that is transcendental.“Come.He goes to the bathroom.I get up slowly. My body is still weak. Some might believe that recovery after orgasm in women is instantaneous, but it is not my case. This man has shown me that he can knock me out even if he wants to.My bra covers me a bit. I take it off without thinking. There is no point in wearin
Six years agoMy brain wasn't ready to see him again with his mustache, piercing eyes, and determined gaze. I wasn't ready to see Morton Craig again."Thea," he says my name in a way that makes my skin crawl. The lasciviousness is almost palpable — so long no see.He approaches as if we were great friends, as if we had separated for two years and now we meet, not like the guy who kidnapped me and forced me to masturbate him mercilessly in a hotel room."Mr. Craig." "I try to maintain the line of respect, which will go to hell when he forces me to touch his member again or when he wants to get inside me."I am willing to do anything. In fact, that's what I came to."No sir, just Morton for you." He gives me a chaste kiss on the cheek. I am stunned to feel the soft and simple caress of his kiss. I was really surprised by your call after such
PresentI light my cigarette at the bar, take a deep drag, and let out the smoke slowly. The bartender watches me and shuts up."Stop looking at me like I have four heads and twenty pairs of eyes," I blurt out after a while.“Excuse me. I really didn't mean to bother you, but the thing is ... You and Mr. Santiago went in together — you stammer, perhaps not because you have that condition, but because you know you are crossing the line."What happens with me and with ... Mr. Santiago is not in your interest." "His name bothers me when I say it.""I know not, but you are the first woman to enter with him and to leave alone just an hour later."The guy is a first”rate gossip.I wouldn't mind knowing more about that idiot I left in the bedroom. I don't mind the fact that he counted the hours I was in the bedroom with Santiago. I imagine that, having few clients at this time, it was
I watch him go and I don't stop him.Who could stop Santiago? No one.He is a complete stranger, who at the same time has seen from me, in a couple of hours, things that no one has determined in years. I came with the intention of forgetting a man and, instead, I managed to tattoo him in my mind with indelible ink.Now I regret not having stayed at home and suffering the need to play him in silence. I'm not ready for someone to take over my insides. As a woman who has been used to selling her body for years, I cannot be surprised that others generally only want that from me. The contract that I give to my clients is specific: no love affairs, no commitments, no calls or trying to reach me under any circumstances just because he wants to see me again. I do not usually repeat clients, unless we reach a higher level of economic understanding than expected and that the way of behaving inside the room is passable. In this situation, part of me, Thea, who wants to loc
Five years and ten months agoI go over to his bed. I see it sad. He's been like this since we left the hospital and came home. Doctors told me: depression would fill the space, and not just Joshua.I have stopped going to work. My boss told me a week ago that I didn't need me to come back, not until I ... resolved my life.I don't want to think that solving my life is seeing my little brother die.I brush the tears off my cheeks."Don't cry, Thea." We both knew it was a matter of time. "His words pierce my soul."He is so small and yet so wise.I want to cry to the world, to anyone.I want to find someone who wants to snatch my little brother from my side and beat him until my knuckles bleed and he desists from snatching the most precious thing I have from my side.The months in the hospit
I can't stay here a second longer. I leave the apartment and close the door behind me. I can't stand the pain in my chest. I tell myself that it is something temporary and that it is a simple joke that someone wants to make me, but something yells at me that this is serious. It is real. I walk meaninglessly down the sidewalk. I don't have a specific interest in going somewhere, just getting out of that damaged and violated space is enough for me.I don't tend to become fond of places, people, animals, with anything that can change from one moment to the next. I haven't been bothered living like this since Joshua died. The first months were terrible, the loneliness was more powerful and harmful than I could imagine at that time. Five years ago happiness was reduced to the few moments where my brother smiled. Because of the pain in her body and the annoyance of not being able to lead a normal and full life, her beautiful smile did not shine for long."Hey!" He is okay?
They say that it is unlikely to meet someone with whom you feel safe and can trust at all times. It is true that I have not yet been able to find that person and I think I never will. My current interests are limited to picking up and letting go, be it men or moments. I don't need it and I don't want more than that.I detail the man who could be my father; his eyes are dark and full of a passionate shine, a high and conceited nose, his common clothes and his hearty hat. So calm sitting with a prostitute listening to problems that do not concern him and should not be of interest to him, but here he is, looking at me, waiting for me to start narrating details about my recent stalker.I was not thinking of talking. I wanted to leave, I really wanted to, but my feet had other plans and they planted themselves as if they were taking root.“And good? He asks with his hands crossed over his chest. Tell me about that man."Which of all?" I smile at my pathe
The problem with dreams is that when you wake up you don't know if everything was the product of your imagination or if things really happened like that.I wake up sweaty with Santiago on me. He looks at me like he thinks I'm going to break into a thousand pieces at any moment.The room is dark, I can barely make out my devil, the one who has been with me these last days chaotic and destructive to my nervous system.Santiago watches me, concerned. This is not the first time I have woken him up in the middle of the night from my nightmares.Cristopher is loose out there.Maybe it hurts and hurts innocent people, like I once was and Sophie is now."Another nightmare?" His voice envelops me and soothes me at the same time.That's how it was ever since he appeared in my life.Santiago Dominelli is the personification of my deepest and most carnal desires."Another nightmare," I agree.I hate feeling helpless in front
She is going to pay for what she did to her son. They will all pay because of him.Everyone will be involved in his revenge.If not for the blonde fainting, I would have enjoyed it much more. One by one they will fall.He will be your worst nightmare.Thea deserves no mercy. She did not have it when she decided to destroy the life of the one he loved.He thought of his son, his poor boy. He fell in love with the wrong woman, with a provocative harpy. Your child didn't know anything about love, but he did. He knows that sometimes it is difficult to maintain it. Sometimes desperate measures must be taken for love to triumph.Thea is like his late wife; he likes hard things, to be difficult and important.Luckily, he already has experience with that kind of bitch.She will be h
I wake up exhausted after sleeping for more than ten hours straight. The light from the window hits me right in the eyes. I blink uncomfortably at the clarity of the chamber. I am not usually a grumpy person in the morning, I usually wake up with spirits and with more joy than I have in the rest of the day. I like mornings. The amount of sun that it brings, if I consider that the Manhattan climate is quite cold, that I can rarely feel the heat, it is very good. I have come to appreciate it when I feel it through the window. My vision begins to get used to the room I am in. Dawn alone knowing that Santiago is in the next room has been the hardest thing she has had to do in recent days. The desire I feel for him is becoming more unbearable with each passing second.I was so exhausted last night that I didn't even stop by for dinner. I apologized to Santiago and Mateo for the lack of consideration, as they invited me to their home. It is true that it was not a common invitation,
We arrived at the castle after being in the air for over an hour. Apparently, we went over the expected time, according to Santiago, due to an unfavorable climate. The house is a real castle: a medieval”style mansion in the middle of nowhere. Hectares and more hectares of land surround the property. Green rules the grass. A car awaits us when we get off the jet."How did Matti get Sophie?" —I question to him when calculating the distance in which we are with the one of where we live."I imagine on his jet, just like me." I roll my shoulders, indifferent.“Obvious. They both have toy airplanes to travel when they do not want to take traffic."They're not toy planes, they're Cessna 510 Citation Mustangs.""Wow, you left me the same," I sneer."Women," he murmurs.He walks away and opens the car door for me to enter.“Thanks.I avoid everything I can to break the bubble of tranquility i
My mind freezes upon hearing those words and a migraine settles in my brain. I don't know what to answer or what the hell to do. Was he watching me? Like a fucking stalker? Like Ryan?Ryan ...What if all this time I've blamed the wrong person?It was always there right under my nose.Ryan doesn't exist, at least not in this part of my life."You're screwed, Thea!" He exclaims as he approaches me. Do you really think I'm the one behind all this shit? Do you think I'm the one who did that to Sophie?“Me…"You nothing." You didn't have to say it. Oh my God! Looks like your eyes are going to pop out of the damn accounts!“Santiago…"Do you think I'm capable of shit like that?" "Looks like he's gone mad." So fucked up do you think I am? I can have you when I damn well want to. I don't need to violate your apartment ... You invited me in! Didn't you think that?Shit, I screwed up everything.
I pack everything I need. I put on a pair of jeans and a black, patterned T-shirt. My hair in a ponytail and knee-length boots. I unhook a black coat and throw it over myself. I feel like I'm going to war, a mystery and the unknown. I grab the tote bag that weighs a ton and walk out of the room.Santiago is still standing by my door.“Ready? He asks me since he saw me leave."As much as I could."“Well. He starts walking toward the exit door. The driver is waiting for us."May I know where we are going?" “I follow it. She stops, takes my handbag from me, and hooks it on her. Thanks."Let's go where you'll be safe." Do you trust me?Looked at him. I don't know what the hell to answer.A large part of me trusts him, but there are so many things that we do not know about each other, things that if I told him at least from me, he would not look at me with that desire that his eyes profess so much.No. Ultim
"What did you say, Thea?" "It gets closer."His closeness is painful to me, annoys me and irritates me greatly."I didn't say anything." Have you not heard that stupid things are always said in times of crisis?“Not really. It is like saying that drunkards say things because they are drunk and, even worse, just accept them. He gets up, grabs my arm, and drags me with him. What you say in a moment of crisis is because you really feel it, only that your emotions are under control and now you let them out ...“Shut up. I walk away from him and go back to Sophie's apartment. He always has something to refute, it's like he never loses.“I am listening to you.“Cool. I don't speak behind anyone's back."Gossiping isn't polite either.""Maybe I'm not as polite as you thought, Santiago." I'm still the same prostitute you fucked."Don't go around there." His tone makes me sad. Y
Santiago stops me before I can get inside. Matti, meanwhile, goes by like a bullet and enters the apartment.“But what's wrong with you? "He takes his hands off me.""Let Mateo check," he replies without flinching."Check what?" Do you think he's still here? With the time we've wasted arguing out here?"You don't know what he might be capable of."I laugh at the stupidity and incongruity of his words."You think I don't know what he's capable of ?! "I'm out of my mind." Do you think I don't know? Who is completely insane?"Then you do know who it is." You just painted me a damn story this morning, Thea.I ignore it. I won't keep wasting time while Sophie is going through an ordeal because of me.I send myself to the room and I don't stop to listen to Santiago's curses.I stop at the bedroom door. The lights are still off, but I can see her.It looks awful.It bothers me, it hurts
I look at my building from inside the car. I don't feel the blood rushing through my veins and my pulse is racing. I'm scared to death. I know it's stupid to come here alone without notifying the police or anyone."Without giving the information to Santiago so that he knows that I am here, so that he can be pending in case of ... die."I am not at all sure of my actions.My hands are cold and stiff.My soul aches to think of what that psychopath could have done to Sophie.I can't keep counting on Santiago or Cristopher, things are the way they are. And so they must stay.I'm alone. I have always been alone, and I will stay that way. I am destined for that.It's the same feeling I had when Joshua died. I'm alone. I can't count on anyone, since no one is or will be there for me. I've lost contact with Charlene and Maxwell for years. I quit my job at the bar and moved from the place where I lived for so many years with Joshua. I wanted a