“Santiago...listen to this “I laugh, reading another wrapper of these very strange sweets, as I walk towards the kitchen” Why do women rub their eyes when they wake up? Because they don't have balls to scratch “I can't help but laugh “What a silly joke! I exclaim, and look up, when I observe, a pair of brown eyes looking at me with intrigue from the dining room table.
Holy virgin of the papayas!
"What a good joke," Mr. Centinelo says, laughing slightly. Damn! These things only happen to me. But then I remember that yesterday he was singing and dancing to the Celine Dion song drunk, so... I'm not the only one embarrassed at least.
I clear my throat and smile widely trying to forget what I just said, I walk towards the dining room.
“I blame the girl Rosa, she is the one who gives me these sweets with bad jokes. I sit in front of him, I observe a crutch next to him “Is your knee better now? I question, at least I'm not wearing my Kermit the frog pajamas
“Great job, Kate “Mr. Arroz approaches me with a huge smile “Natalie was definitely right “adjusts her glasses and turns her gaze to the script I had created as she continues on her way. “Thank you “I answer, with a smile, as I leave the set, Natalie comes rattling her heels as she runs towards me, I can never stop watching her feet when she does that. How the hell do I even fall barefoot? Damn! “Alex! “he exclaims “I have the floral arrangements and you haven't told me anything about the tiara... “Put a stop to that “I interrupt, I continue walking without seeing her and she stops and I'm sure she's just watching me walk away, I stop when I see she's not following me and I turn to see her, she's standing there with an extreme expression of astonishment that only she knows how to gesture “What? I ask, walking back towards her when she doesn't move. “Alex! What did you just tell me? “I take her forearm to pull her and go outside, she gives in, but with
I leave that place with a bottle of vodka in my hands, I know I won't sound good, but I hope it's an accident, I'm waiting for the call from the paramedics, from the police, I don't know, but I'm hoping for anything other than Santiago Centinelo, my husband, just dumped me, I'd rather cry because I'm in a hospital without a foot than because he just dumped me after doing all this for him. I never EVER! I had done something like that for someone, and the first time I do it they stand me up, I lean against the car door and tears start running down my cheeks, I wipe them roughly, no, I'm not going to cry over this shit, I open the door. bottle taking a good drink, this can't be happening to me. I get in the damn car, there is not a call from him, nor from any strange number, I start driving towards the party of the program, I hope he has a very good excuse, too good, so that I can let this go, I swallow the knot in my throat, but my vision immediately blurs, I d
He nods, without saying more, hands me the papers and a pen, I remain static looking at the divorce papers for several seconds, eternal seconds for me, I direct my hand to the sheet and debate whether to sign or not, my throat is dry and my heart will jump out of my chest, all my trip I thought about this, I feel that a tear will roll down my cheek, I never thought that this was going to be so difficult. “Mrs. Green Are you sure you want to do this? “speaks the lawyer in front of me when he sees my indecision, I keep my gaze fixed on a clip that is on the desk, it is white, one of Santiago's favorite colors. “Curse! You are supposed to be my wife, you must understand me, but understanding from you is the least I have, it was just a stupid dinner, Alex “ stupid dinner? For a moment, I feel like a bucket of cold water falls on me, the desire to cry takes over me again and I thought that I had had enough “ and you act as if it was our wedding and I have left you standin
It is popularly said that we are all better half and that our complementary half is out there, one day by the supposed red thread of fate we reach that other citrus half and magic happens, I believe faithfully, that I am a sock, the socks they are destined to be without a partner at some point in their lives. I'm already going crazy. “I do Alex's makeup “Natalie enters the makeup room while I'm looking through a newspaper, my mood isn't the same, I don't even turn to look at her to smile at her, I don't feel like smiling and now I have to go out there to act to the whole country. "Natalie is my professional makeup artist, Natasha," I say to the girl holding a blush and applicator, Natalie adjusts her bag and pushes the girl away. At least I have someone to celebrate me. "Miss Green... 10 minutes to interview," I nod, and Natalie squeals and starts applying a bunch of stuff to my face. "Natalie, relax," I scold, trying to smile but it comes out
Epilogue If someone had told me a few years ago that I would be happily married to satan Centinelo and have a pretty blonde with blue eyes I swear I would have laughed in his face and then stabbed him alive for being stupid and dragged his body into a river wrapped in a plastic with stones inside so that it can be submerged to the bottom... well, too much Discovery Channel... I apologize, I spent nine months without leaving my house watching that channel because of Mr. Santiago Centinelo Jr. and Mrs. Alicia Green who got it into their heads that if she got out she could be hit by an unconscious driver, lose the baby and die. Yeah, I'm screwed with those two together. But hey, going back to the initial theme, that's life, capricious and unexpected, many things you didn't think happen and many things you planned don't happen. Life is not about asking if you want or don't want, things just happen and that's what's exciting about life, you don't know wher
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
I enter my private elevator, I wouldn't enter with all the employees at the same time for the world, apart from the fact that it's uncomfortable for me how they stare at me. My elevator has glowing letters that read "Corporate" so everyone respect this elevator, you don't want to lose your job over that little detail.I walk through the 25th floor until I go to my office that is at the bottom, I notice that my secretary is not there and I look at my watch, it is because she was here. Someone will have problems today. I enter my office, the view of New York from here is extraordinary, I touch my glass desk gently with my fingers to make sure it is perfectly clean, as is my ergonomic swivel chair, the glass that semi surrounds my office, yes, everything it is perfect.I take my laptop out of my briefcase and turn it on sitting in my chair ahhh! I could fall asleep in it, I love it, I look at a piece of paper on my desk, it seems strange to me, I take the paper out from under the newspri
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