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
"Well, your mission was to find me a secretary, not a spoonful of sugar, Malcom," he smiles and stands up adjusting his jacket."Well, what's done is done. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to see that Andi does things the way I say."I remind you, Schmitt, I don't want that kind of behavior in my company." I look into his eyes, with the most serious expression I can have."Of course, boss," he makes a military sign with his right hand, saying this, he leaves.I take out my computer, I need to check my mail.Someone knocks on the door, "come in," I say, as I start typing my password. The magazine photographer enters through the fine wood beige door.“Tell me McGarthy. I say, watching him walk through the door, a huge camera hanging from his neck.“I just want to tell you that the model that had been hired did not show up.“What? Demons! Please go to Malcom's office and tell him that, he is in charge of those contracts, and please prepare the photo shoot with Jennifer Lopez no later tha
“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
It is an awkward silence between the two as they do not answer any of their questions until we arrive at the company. I get on the elevator regardless of whether he goes with me or not, but as expected he follows me to the office and nods to Malcom who is standing to the side going through some papers, Malcom enters the office right after him."Malcom, how come Santiago got married and I don't know anything about it?" he snaps, a hint of anger in his voice, as he looks Malcom in the eye and I lean back in my swivel chair wishing I'd never been born.Malcom looks at me with some uncertainty but understands quickly with just one look."Ah, yes... Mr. Centinelo," he stammers, "Santiago told me not to tell anyone because it's his private life."Good!Now he looks at me."Who is she, Santiago?""Dad, keep your voice down, I don't want everyone to notice." I get up from my chair adjusting my jacket and I go to the filing cabinet to take out some papers as calmly as possible while Malcom con