The light is already hitting my face and I can't stand it, I open my eyes and I have an edge of pizza tangled in my hair, ah! I didn't even change and fell asleep. I try to cover my eyes from the brightness of the sun that enters through the window, Santiago is not there, as always his addiction to getting up early even though he only sleeps four hours, I go into the bathroom, I had not removed my makeup the night before and therefore my face of drugged raccoon is noticeable, the makeup had run all over my eyes.I take off my clothes and go into the shower, I wash all my makeup and my hair, the water is warm, it feels good, I dry my body and my hair and I come out with a pink robe that is in the bathroom, in my suitcase I look for my underwear, I don't feel like going with obnoxious dresses so I look for some pants, these jeans are good, this black tank top and this bomber jacket is more than enough, this is good.I go into the bathroom to get dressed in case Santiago comes back and l

I don't know how many times I forgot to breathe today but I had to do everything I do in a day in just two hours. At what time did I tell him that I did want to go to France? After tripping over a pot, hitting my little finger on the desk, throwing soda on myself and forgetting to drink coffee, I'm on my way to France wanting to sleep but Santiago won't let me because he's working so am I.It's a nice afternoon that welcomes us at the Paris airport, it makes up for all the work I've done today. I'm excited to arrive, so excited that I hug Santiago and he frowns at me."We don't come here for a walk, we come to work," he mentions, that last word in pauses, Santiago the killjoy as always.A limousine is heading us somewhere, I look out the window, not coming to this city for so long until I see that something has changed. The driver and another uniformed man get out of the limo and go to where I think the suitcases are, Santiago gets out of the limo holding the door for me to get out, a

I enter the house still tired from the unsuccessful run after Santiago, it smells divine, my stomach growls, I go inside and walk towards the dining room, most of them are already here, what Santiago has saved himself from, at the moment he is sitting in the dining room talking to a guy sitting in front of him, I hadn't seen him before, he has a general's uniform, his black hair perfectly combed back, he looks interested talking to Santiago. Who can be so interested in what Santiago is talking about? Just someone who likes power.I need to change before meeting with all of Santiago's family, I don't want them to look at me with all this sweat running down my body, I go up to the room and see that everything is perfectly arranged, even all the clothes are already in the closet, there are no more not a single trace of suitcases, I open the first drawer of a white cabinet with a huge mirror that is in front of me, there is all my underwear. Has anyone seen my underwear? All the lace pant

“Alex! Wake up! Let's go up! “I hear a voice that I can't recognize even when I'm asleep “Alex, for God's sake! How lazy you are “ and a little more awake I recognize that it is Santiago's voice, I half”open my eyes, the light from the lamp illuminates the room a little, I see Santiago's silhouette with a black jumpsuit and putting a red sweatshirt on his muscular torso “Alex go! He continues and approaches me with a frown. “That? What's the matter? “my sleepy voice is noticeable. “You promised me to go running... Do you remember? His demanding eyes look at me and my brain tries to remember when I made that promise. Ah that's right, why do I promise things without thinking? Bitch. He pulls the blanket that covers my body and immediately I feel every hair on my body stand on end from the cold. I look at the clock on the nightstand, and the huge red letters say 4 and 23 am. “Santiago It's 4! “I try to retrieve the blanket to put it back on me but Santiago pulls it back leaving it e

Santiago hugs me, damn, thank you that I didn't grab him Kung Fu Panda style, he asks Malcom to call him later and he lifts me on his shoulder, having that view of his bubbles, all hatred towards him goes away. "This is when I regret telling you that Paul is gay," I say, as we walk hand in hand down the beach. "If you hadn't done it, I'd kill them both," he snaps, looking straight ahead with feigned hatred. "I know you're crazy, but I don't think you'll go to that extreme" I laugh, he smiles as he brings his gaze to me. I take off my shoes and carry them in my hands, the sand between my fingers is the best feeling in the world, to my surprise, Santiago does the same, I would never have imagined that he would walk barefoot through a place like this. From where I am, a huge white teddy bear hanging from the roof of an establishment catches my eye, something that does not go unnoticed by Santiago. As always! Her little hairy hands hold a red heart with gold letters that read "I LOVE