All Chapters of Mr.X: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The real estate girls were so focused that they didn’t even notice when I opened the door and walked in with firm steps. They watched me walk towards the bell and swing with all my anger: yes, I sold the 2 million euro apartment! Mr. Suarez came out of his office at the break to see who rang the bell and then saw me. He leaned against the door and clapped his hands, saying:— Congratulations, and may this contract be the first of many.— Yes, this one is just the beginning. - I say, smiling.***And it really was. Bernard and his wife loved the apartment so much that they indicated me to other acquaintances who indicated me to other acquaintances and so I in two months set up a portfolio with new clients and gained more space in real estate , impressing not only my boss, as well as the brokers. Now, the properties I represented were worth around ten million euros, mansions that were sold exclusively by Suarez. It was this new portfolio that I was looking at when my phone rang:— Hello

***After the small incident on the subway, I decided to take a taxi home. As soon as I arrive on the floor I can already smell the grilled salmon that my husband is probably preparing. I open the door to the house and walk towards the room, where I find Juan playing quietly. He faces me and then lifts one of his hands saying:— Mama...I stop in the middle of the room without believing what my ears heard: My son called me mom in Spanish. He gets up from the ground and walks towards me still repeating "Mama". I kneel in front of him and hug him tight letting the tears dominate my face. At almost two years old, finally, my son called me Mom, in his way, but said. Carlos then appears in the room with the biggest smile on his face:— Ah, I don’t believe Juan that you spoiled the surprise for his mother.— How? When did that happen? - I ask Carlos to put Juan in my lap.— Today in the park. - Carlos says wiping his hands on the cloth and then kisses me. — I watched some videos about speec

Isabel, Lucia, Paloma, Rúbia, Laura, Rachel, Alba, and I are facing each other thoughtfully. From the menu, the only thing we were sure of is that I would be the dessert. ***The great day D finally arrived, or rather, day S. For Carlos not to suspect I lied saying he was still closing the property with Alba and then would not have time to return. About Juan, he said that my sister was dying to miss her nephew and asked to stay with him. I confirmed a thousand times that he would not work that day at the restaurant, so tiredness was not an acceptable excuse for that occasion.I used and abused the candles. After all, as Rúbia well said, a romantic dinner without candles is not a romantic dinner. I bought candles of different sizes, colors, and aromas. I placed them strategically around the apartment. I made a path of candles from the hall to the dining room and also towards our room. I put some on the windows, on top of the tables even on top of the foot of some upside-down glasses, w

I couldn’t believe that Carlos had bought the apartment until we returned to the real estate and Rúbia delivered the documentation to him. Our life has taken a new turn...As a new apartment, we had to unfold our routine. Despite loving the loft as it was, both I and Carlos saw that we would need to make some changes to leave it with our face, which means: reform. We agreed to finalize the renovation before Juan’s birthday which would be in two months and I wanted a big two-in-one, anniversary and inauguration of the new house. So our routine got very tight because we had Juan’s birthday party, a new loft renovation, and the jobs we needed to keep to pay the mortgage on our apartment. Yeah, it sounds crazy and we probably wouldn’t notice and something would be left out, like sex. Maybe in the old routine, because in this, we are managing to include everything.The truth is we’re looking like two rabbits, just like we were before. We had sex in the shower before going to work, in the k

Anguish, that’s the word that defines what I’m feeling right now. My head is boiling over trying to do the math. When was the last time my period came? When did I take my injection? Did I? This answer would find easy, after Carlos left home I stopped taking it because there was no point in continuing. So if I did not take it, when was my fertile period? Will Mr.X have the courage to appear?— Love, is everything okay? - Ask Carlos, worried and attracting my attention.—Are you pale, are you feeling well?— I’m... - I whisper with a faint smile.— I’ll get you a glass of wine.— No! - I refuse to hold his arm. — My stomach is literally empty... It would not be good. I go to the courtyard, take some air, and I’ll be right back.I don’t even wait for Carlos to speak, and I walk towards the patio. I sit on one of the white loungers and watch its stars. In my mind, I’m questioning the plans that God is providing for my life. A child? Does Mr.X lurk? It seemed too much for me, and I don’t kn