"Hey!... Michael is my butler, and he's here to drive my limousine, not to carry your packages."
"But you were the one who suggested taking me shopping. By the way, thanks for the card. I think I'll save the rest of the limit for my expenses this week..."
"Do as you wish!... By the way, that card isn't a gift. I'll deduct each of your purchases from your salary." She entered the limousine angrily. "Let's go, Michael. I don't have all day, and I want to go home and wash my hair."
"Wait!" He shouted, causing the butler to stop the limousine.
"Now what do you want?" She responded, rolling down the window.
Raindrops started falling, soaking everything in their path.
"You better get in the limousine!" She ordered, opening the door. "If you stay in the rain, you'll catch a cold, and your nice new suit will get wet!" She was speaking to him tenderly now.
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An hour later...Sotomayor opened her eyes; the background music and loud screams indicated that the bloody movie hadn't ended. She stared at the face of the brunette who remained unmoving, his eyes fixed on the screen. Then she looked back; the couples in the theater were kissing passionately."But what a fool I am! It's obvious he brought me to this theater so that we could be alone."She smiled mischievously and looked back at the brunette who barely blinked.Slowly, she approached and pressed her lips against Tanarro's and tried to kiss him passionately."Aah!!!"The brunette screamed."SHHHHH!!!"A year and a half later...He looked up at the stairs, saw her descending with a big smile on her lips. What he saw left him breathless... Where was the chubby, messy girl? Where did her colorful streaks go? Where was her messy hairstyle? Wher
As was his custom, he went out jogging at dawn, a healthy habit from his school days. He went through the nearest park without losing pace; exercise helped him clear his mind. He returned to the apartment an hour and a half later.It was already past six in the morning on that wonderful Friday, promising to be a less busy day than the previous ones. He called the butler but couldn't find him anywhere. Finally, he headed to the kitchen to find something to have for breakfast. He found a note attached to the refrigerator door. The characters seemed somewhat childish, and he immediately understood it had been written by Sotomayor's own hand. He smiled as he read: "Tanarro: Michael is sick, so I gave him the day off. Here's the shopping list you need to take care of... See you later, Sotomayor."His face turned horrified: Going to the supermarket to buy groceries! He remembered that he had never done anything like that. When he lived in the mans
And in the apartment..."What's all this? Yukio, in this house, it's just you and me! You bought too much tofu.""It's your fault, you didn't specify quantities, and I don't know much about household shopping," he finished unpacking the items for the Korean girl to put away."Ultraman cereal? Yukio! We're not kids!" the brunette approached."I'm sorry! You're always jumping around, so I must have mistaken you for a child," he said, approaching and petting her head as if she were a puppy. Then he handed her a small bag and turned his gaze away to avoid Sotomayor seeing him blush. "This is the last item on the list.""Oh, yes! Condoms, and this is... intimate lubricant?" Sotomayor blushed. "But what are you thinking? You don't believe...""Why are you getting mad now? The list clearly said 'lubricant,' so I bought you the lubricant.""Idiot!" She yelled, throwing the box at him. "You didn't read it correctly! It's brake lubricant! Didn't you notice the additional label? All you think ab
The day started just like the previous ones: exercise, breakfast, solitude... Sotomayor hadn't returned home since Sunday afternoon. He got up several times during the night to check the raven-haired girl's room, but he didn't find her. He didn't call her either, although he contemplated the idea of calling her several times, but with what excuse? He fell asleep, clutching the device with a screen that read, "damn pig."He had breakfast completely alone; the cereal with milk lacked flavor, as if it wasn't the same cereal as the day before...Sunday, Seven in the Morning..."Ah!" He stretched lazily and then scratched his head, running his fingers through his disheveled black hair. He walked into the kitchen, dragging his feet. "What's for breakfast?"Yukio stared at her. Sotomayor entered the kitchen dressed in a red pajama with the nightgown partially unbuttoned at the front, exposi
Monday, eight in the morning...He finished his cereal with a smile, then looked at the index finger of his left hand. The memory of Sotomayor cleaning his wound with a small piece of cotton and tenderly applying the bandage made him smile."Silly and immature... If it weren't for you, none of this would have happened... It's been twenty-four hours since that moment when you treated this little scratch with tenderness... Where are you, Sotomayor? Are you sleeping in your lover's arms?"The sound of the phone interrupted his thoughts."Hello, Tana speaking...""Yukio!" Hamazaki interrupted from the other end. "Old friend, when will you be back? It doesn't matter; you have to help me. I've been trying for an hour to come up with a high-impact proposal for..."And there was Ankit calling him for the umpteenth time to ask him some work-related questions. He still
"He stayed at the station, wandering back and forth, exploring that new environment.He sat on a bench and sighed."Brats... now I understand why they got off so suddenly when I told them I was going to The Blues... I suppose Sotomayor must be annoyed; now she'll probably think I'm a complete idiot." He looked at his finger, still covered with the bandage.Another call..."Where are you?""Sotomayor!... I'm at the Bay station...""I know you're at the station; I asked you to wait for me myself, but where in the station are you?""Ah, I'm on a bench near stop 3..."He looked at his phone with annoyance."At least you could have said something before hanging up like that... Are you so impatient to get this laptop?... Silly Sotomayor!"He glanced at his watch impatiently. Then he lifted his gaze to find a pair of gray eyes in front of him, looking at him with a twinkle. Sotomayor smiled at him and sat down beside him."Are you okay?" Her voice didn't show anger; on the contrary, it seeme
Minutes later, in the apartment...He finished brushing his teeth and looked at himself in the mirror, smiling. "You look more handsome when you smile than when you get angry..."He blushed again. "You, on the other hand, look handsome all the time... Damn it, Jina's charm, you have me acting like a fool, smiling at the mirror and doing stupid things."--------------0------------------"Yukio! What a surprise!" Ankit smiled at him as he found him in the office, working at his desk."I can see that," he replied angrily."Well, I'll leave you to it then," Ankit said nervously as he walked towards the door."Ankit!" His words made his friend stop and turn to look at him slowly. "Can you explain what that is?" He pointed to the sofa that adorned his impressive office."Those are... Well, you know
"Let me go! Please descend! I command you! I want to go back!... I hate heights!... I don't want to! I don't want to!" She closed her eyes and continued screaming."It's strange. Last week when we took the helicopter to Hokkaido, she didn't behave like this. In fact, I remember she enjoyed the view and couldn't stop pointing out things she saw... What's wrong with her?" Hibara continued watching Sotomayor, who clung to her seat with closed eyes as if having a panic attack. "Who understands you? Last night, you were jumping with excitement because it was your first time in a helicopter, and now you're screaming like crazy! Jina Sotomayor, behave!" "First time? But just last week..." Secretary Hibara was about to speak when he felt a kick to his ankle and saw Sotomayor's angry eyes. He understood he should remain silent. "I don't want to! I don't want to! I hate heights! I'll die young! I haven't even turned 23! I want to get married and have children! I have so much more to live!
And in the hospital....While the doctor finished checking Tanarro, Sotomayor walked back and forth through the hospital corridor, looking at every health promotional poster and observing the faces of the doctors and nurses on duty, she walked without any hurry, with her hands in her pockets, her hat gave her an air of mystery. She observed the nurse leaving the doctor's office and approached her." Ah, but it's you!... Are you here to take care of your boyfriend? It was the sam e nurse who treated Yukio a month ago."" It was nothing serious," explained the doctor, "You only have a slight hematom a near your right eye caused by a blow, regarding your loss of consciousness, you can rest assured, there is no cranial compromise or affection of your nervous system... I will give you the prescription for the medications..."Eight o'clock in the morning...The two walked side by side without saying a word to each other, finally leaving the hospital, the Korean woman remained serious and im
Hours later..." Yukio Is something wrong?" Nothing special! “ Around him several cups of coffee and several crumpled sheets of paper." It's just that you've been acting strange lately, as if you were absent..." Absent, please?" His icy face remained unchanged, his gaze fixed on his computer s creen." Like your body is here, but your mind is som ewhere else," the red “haired man leaned back against his big armchair, "Does it have som ething to do with Jina and Tsuchiya?" I don't know what the hell you're talking about!... What would they have t o do with it?" What do you m ean?... It always has som ething to do!... You've changed since the arrival of that woman..." Don't you think it's not enough to have to put up with her all the time? He finally looked away from his computer and looked directly at his friend's face: "She even sneaks into the apartment whenever she wants!... That idiotSotomayor gave her a copy of the keys! And they even work together!... She won't stop bother
Eight o'clock in the morning...The sound of the apartment door woke him from the deep sleep he was in. He opened his eyes as he laid his head on that warm skin, shivered as he felt the warmth of that body, and closed his eyes again." How nice! ....” An annoying voice forced him to open his eyes again: "Very nice!"" Eh?... How?...” Everything was a bit blurry, his head hurt, he put his hands to his eyes and rubbed his eyelids, he looked at the pair of long legs in front of him: Na... Na... Namie!He sat down immediately, in front of him was the blonde smiling at him, she took a seat across from him and crossed her legs as she watched them ." What do you think you are doing..." He asked her with astonishm ent when he saw her calm attitude." What do you think, idiot, I'm getting comfortable," he replied, leaning back against the back of the seat, "Don't you feel cold?Yukio looked down at himself to find that he had nothing on except for his boxer shorts. Namie picked up a shirt fro
And that night at the party...He appeared dressed in an elegant black tuxedo, his white shirt illuminated his handsom e face and attracted the attention of all the partygoers." What did I miss?" He approached Ankit." Nothing extraordinary...” They took a glass and took a sip “ There are a lot of people tonight, even the ladies from the social foundation came." It's a great gala, every year the same thing happens, except the year before, Jina sent a statement canceling the celebration due to Kai's passing," he murmured as the y walked back and forth with the cup in hand, waving to the people who came to greet them ." By the way, I just saw your mother and brother!" They were not going to miss the gala party, you know that the family always attends these celebrations," he observed his mother walking towards him, "And speaking of the king of Rome...." Ankit, how nice to see you," she greeted him with a smile. Yukio, you look so handsom e my son," he smiled at him as he greeted the
Another night in front of his laptop chatting with that stranger who is getting closer and closer to him, he leaned back against the bed thinking a bit about that conversation. He turned off his computer while he thought a little:"And now, how do I explain to the wild cat "He put away his laptop and went back to bed, sank into the heavy sheets and tried to sleep, but h e could not. In his room the brown”haired man tried to sleep, but he couldn't, he kept thinking about the conversation he had just had with the Korean woman, he smiled to himself, he had learned to access the world of Sotom ayor's secrets through those short chats."So that's why you're avoiding me lately, because you feel I confuse you and then you're afraid of me."He got up in the early morning, the first thing he did before going for a jog, as he almost always did; was to go to the red”haired girl's room. She was sleeping comfortably with the blankets thrown on the floor and her arms stretched out on either side.
Tokyo, One year later..." It's a nice car... Thanks for the choice Yukio," she gave him a sidelong glance as they entered the parking lot." I just kept that stupid promise....Sotomayor hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek." Isn't that President Jina... Is she kissing Mr. Tanarro," asked one of the wom en inside another ca r in the parking lot." It's true... Do they have a relationship? “ His companion also recognized them “ That explains why they have been arriving together lately... They are lovers!" What a waste," the woman said enviously, " Two such attractive people in such a plan...." But what a little secret between the two of them... I still can't believe it!... Wasn't Mr. Tanarro going to get married?" I guess that's why he didn't get married, I bet his girlfriend found out everythin g and that's why she left him at the altar," he continued looking at what was going on inside Miss Jina's car without missing a single detail." Stop hugging me!... What will happen
Nantes, France, the previous year..."I'm fed up! I have soft skin, in my bubble bath, I splash around, and I laugh!" Eugene-Chan sang, swaying his hips sensually beside the small Volkswagen they used to drive around in. It was obvious he was drunk.Sotomayor just watched him from the sidewalk. They had been in that small village near the city of Nantes for about three days. She looked around at the small colonial-style houses and felt like she was part of one of those medieval paintings.Soon, the rain began to fall. Sotomayor ran toward where the writer was, but Eugene-Chan simply opened his arms and lifted his head to the sky."Rain, rain, drench my body! Sotomayor, come get wet with me!" He grabbed her hands and forced her to dance with him in the rain while he continued singing, "My fish moves in my bubble bath, I wrap it up, I say to it!"It was one of those “short” trips the writer often took. One day, without warning, he appeared in front of Sotomayor and said:"We’re leaving!
Three days later...The evening illuminated the apartment's large windows with an orange hue. Yukio and Sotomayor remained seated, each at one end of the sofa in front of the television."And in world news, a fierce battle unfolded today in the Gaza Strip near..."The sound of the doorbell made both of them look at each other. Yukio stood up, smiling, and went to open the door."Where do we install it?" asked the man in a blue overall."I don't know... Sotomayor, come here."The Korean approached the door and looked at Yukio and the blue-clad men carrying a huge package."What is that?" she pointed at the package with curiosity."It's a gift, for you from me," replied Yukio, stepping away from the door and returning to the television."Huh?..." The black-haired woman walked toward the package and opened it. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!""Why, don't you like it?" the brunette looked at her from the comfort of his seat. "I thought it would look fantastic in your room... It's a more intimate
The brown-haired man stood up and walked towards the door, descended again to the gallery room, and stopped in front of the large portrait. He looked at it with nostalgia."I forgot that Tori used to paint... This is the painting everyone talks about, the one you posed for her... Sotomayor, how could you pose naked for her!..." While observing the painting, he imagined that woman who was once his flirting with the Korean. He imagined Sotomayor appearing before his eyes wrapped in that white robe:"I want you to paint me wearing just this!" She takes off the white robe and lies naked on the couch."Just that?" The shameless Tori asks, preparing her charcoals to portray that woman."Just this..." She adjusted her body delicately. "I'm tired of paintings where I look like a doll; I want a real one... And as a paying customer, I expect to be satisfied." She handed the girl a few coins."Alright, put your hand on your face... Like that, very well... Relax your body and don't move..." She i