Married To My Secretary

The sound of the device on my nightstand wakes me up, still sleepy I extend my hand to turn it off after three attempts I succeed, damn alarm “I say to myself” as I wish I could fall asleep all day, but I have more important things to do to laze around, 5 am, the perfect time to run a few miles, to relax and get rid of all the stress that being me, Santiago Centinelo, causes me, plus I have to maintain my body, my ripped abs are not there for being lazy.I take my cell phone, I call Malcom, my exercise partner, he also likes to keep fit although sometimes grudgingly, like today."Malcom, get ready, I'll pick you up in 10 minutes," I say, as soon as he picks up, I've already gotten out of bed and I'm looking for something to wear in my closet."Santiago... how about we go tomorrow?" His hoarse, sleepy voice disappoints me."I already told you, 10 minutes."Having said this, I hang up the call, I put on my sweatshirt, tennis shoes and a gray sweatshirt, Malcom knows that for me, 10 minu

Arriving at my hotel room, he throws me on the bed. Wow wow! She takes off her dress and in just a few minutes she is on top of me in her underwear, I follow her rhythm, she runs her hands over my torso and literally rips my clothes off, she has a nice body, she is not very tall but her skin fits perfectly to her curves , she has a perfect body that I know Romanov has paid for, because... well, I'm a man and I can distinguish between natural breasts and paid ones, these are from the latter.He strips off the rest of the clothes he was still wearing, I take a condom out of my wallet, there's no way I'm going to sleep with someone without protecting myself, I don't want them to come out with stories about a pregnancy or end up with some disease, he moans loudly when I enter she practically screams with each thrust, she deafens me, maybe it would have been good if her screams weren't so eloquent, I think I've gone deaf, I can't even let go calmly Until finally! Damn, I want to get out of

“Hello? I say when picking up.“Son! How are you? "Well, if you didn't call me.""Okay dad, and you?" “Damn! Now what the hell is he going to claim me for?“Well son, today I'll be in New York, do you think we have breakfast?I want to talk to you.Not."Okay dad. I'll be at the company at 6."Okay, I'll wait for you there.Saying this, hang up the call. I don't have a great relationship with my father, so I know this will end up in discussion.I can't even think clearly, I can't even finish writing the report on this trip. I think and think, I take a shower and it took me more than twenty minutes for thinking stupid things, I look in the mirror while I adjust my light blue tie with darker tones. I put the dark blue jacket on my shoulders as I get out of the jet.I don't even realize that we are already in front of the company. I've been thinking all the way about what my father will possibly throw in my face.I go up to my office and there it is. Observing the city through the window

I wake up with a tremendous headache that makes me lie down again between my brown velvet sheets massaging my temples. I prepare my bathtub with all kinds of aromatic essences, I immerse myself in it trying to calm that overwhelming pain, I think I'll have to go for some pills, but how the hell did I get here? I relax while listening to classics in English and suddenly all the memories start to come to my mind, the bar, all the drinks, my father, Kate... Kate? I open my eyes wide, what a shame that Kate saw me that way and incidentally saw me vomit and faint, damn it! I'm bad at getting drunk and I know it, I don't know why I always do it, at least I don't go crazy like Malcom and end up dancing on the internet.I get out of the bathtub and get dressed as fast as I can to see the time on my watch, for the first time in my life I'll be late, I won't drink like that again, I go down the steps as fast as I can and drive to the office I look at myself in the rearview mirror of the car and

Or so I hope."Okay, I want to clear this up, Mr. Centinelo," he clears his throat, and now if he looks at me, "Are you asking me to pretend to be your wife to have dinner with your family?" I think I'm still not explaining myself well."Not exactly," I get up from my place and walk around my desk slowly before I burst into her and say no, "I'm asking you to marry me, since my father didn't really believe that I got married and wants to see the marriage certificate."I had never been so patient. I stop in front of her, she looks at me puzzled, I bring my face closer to hers taking my hands to both arms of the chair where she is sitting, it smells so good, and those eyes for God's sake, what do they have that attract me so much?“Kate, it's only for dinner with my parents, then our lives continue. I'll double your salary”perhaps so if I agree.And he looks at me again, speechless, well, I'd be the same if I had a boss who asked me to marry me, although I wouldn't say no.“I don't know.