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 here. Lauren falls asleep in seconds Thank God!.
I check the condom and make sure there are no flaws, I put on my clothes, and while I put the watch on my wrist I look at her, she doesn't seem so pretty anymore after hearing her scream so much, I leave, I don't want her to wake up and I'm still here and he wants to make me deaf again and I have to come up with a strange excuse. Why is it so difficult to find a woman to have good sex with? I prefer to sleep on my jet.
I return to New York earlier than expected, I call Malcom to let him know, I don't want to arrive and there is no one at the company.
“Malcom, in an hour I arrive in New York, I hope to find you and I hope you have kept your promise “I don't know how much I slept but I don't care.
“Don't worry, everything is fixed, I'll see you there “Yawn, who still sleeps at 5 am?
My jet is equipped to be comfortable here, I travel constantly so I had to get one like this, it has a bed like mine, I feel at home, bathrooms, furniture, in short, everything I need, I shower and get ready, my I couldn't bear to wear something that wasn't perfectly ironed, I button my white shirt all the way up and put on my wine”red tie while preparing a report on what was said in England. When I arrive the driver is waiting for me. I enter the limousine and we go to the company, I place my perfectly ironed jacket before leaving the limousine.
I enter and see everyone running from one side to the other, I love that feeling; I go up to my personal elevator and arrive at the floor of my office, I see Malcom in the gray suit that I gave him for his last birthday, he greets me long while making a face for me to approach, he is standing next to a young blonde who keeps her gaze on some papers, I look at her with bewilderment, I haven't seen her around here before; Well, I don't know most of my employees, but I think a woman like that doesn't go unnoticed.
I reach Malcom and greet him.
“Mr. Centinelo, this is Kate Green, your new secretary. Malcom turns his gaze to the blonde next to him.
She looks up and sees me with her big green eyes, her gaze almost captivates me and she wears glasses, I don't know many women who look so good with glasses, her face and skin are so fine, she looks like a porcelain doll, she wears modesty, she wears simple black pants and a high”necked white blouse that would make any woman look like a sour lady but she looks like a goddess. Her blonde hair in long curls, a little tousled, but a nice mess Damn! Are there women who look well disheveled? If she. I look at her from head to toe...
I look at Malcom and I look at her, I can't believe she hired someone just because she liked me again. She shakes her hand towards me.
"My pleasure, Mr. Centinelo." A very sweet voice comes out of her pink and fleshy lips.
I do not shake hands with my employees and she will not be the exception, I start walking regardless of whether she follows me or not, I start with my orders, Malcom already knows it and starts walking after me. She also follows me after Malcom tells her something I can't hear. Yes, maybe I was rude, but that's how I have to be, otherwise my employees wouldn't take me seriously.
“I need the papers fixed today, contact the guy in charge of the design of the new cover, I need to see it today, call Mr. Clarkson to cancel the noon meeting, tell Kevin to prepare the Jennifer Lopez photo shoot and bring me a coffee “ I hope you have understood, I do not have patience. Once I get to my office, I take the handle and turn it to enter.
“I'm sorry, Mr. Centinelo. Could you repeat the last thing you said? “ It can't be, I turn to see her directly in the eyes, I raise an eyebrow, I can't stand this kind of situation.
“Is seriously? I don't repeat twice, if you don't have all that for today, you better not come back tomorrow.
I say this without hesitation, I don't mind not being liked, things are clear and precise for me. I turn on my heel and walk into my office, Malcom goes after me and closes my office door behind him.
“Malcom “I put my briefcase on my desk to turn to talk to him “I hope this is not one of your conquests, one thing is what you choose for your secretary and another is what you choose for me.
Malcom looks at me with his small clear eyes and frowns between his eyebrows, he sits in the white chair in front of my desk.
"No Santiago, it's true that the girl is pretty but it's not my style, she reminds me of my sister only with green eyes" I take the London report from my briefcase and hand it to Malcom "she was the only one who in all my life helping you in this has given me an intelligent answer.
I sit in my swivel chair as I circle the desk and stare at Malcom once I'm comfortable.
“What answer?
“When I asked why we should choose her, while all the others had answered their achievements and their narcissistic details, she simply told me that she didn't know the rest of the girls so she couldn't answer why we should hire her and not the rest “Malcom lets out a laugh “he left me thinking all day. How is it possible that I never thought of something like that? And it's so reasonable. Plus she's crazy, it's the spoonful of sugar you need to sweeten that bitter character that you load.
This must not be true.
"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
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
“He took you to your house the other day and he didn't take a photo of you to bribe you later, nor to sell it to the media “I'm distracted thinking that Kate could be a good option “Do you remember that day I went out with that girl? I got drunk and he bribed me for three months with that fucking video of me dancing in that red thong.Laughed out loud. I still remember that, the girl sent me the video hoping that I would fire Malcom because he didn't give her ten thousand dollars for the video.“Think about it, Kate is the only option, besides we are not going to deny that Kate is beautiful “I keep thinking about Kate... she can be my salvation “And she hates you, which makes things easier “Malcom adds enthusiastically what It calls my attention."Why do you say you hate me?"“Because all your secretaries hate you, Santiago. Let's face it “ I can't help but laugh, I love being hated.“Have him come here, please,” I say, opening my laptop to start typing."Well, whatever you call me,"
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.
We arrive at the place, quite fine, Malcom's blonde "friend" helps me with some rings, they are supposed to be the most expensive, I don't know much about rings for girls so I accept his proposals.At about 3 in the afternoon I call Kate to tell him the place where we are supposed to get married, if I had more time I would have at least changed, but so what? I'm getting divorced in 6 months and this will just be a bad memoryKate walks through that door, while Malcom and I are sitting on a small bench in the lawyer's office, my hands are sweating and I know she feels the same way, I give her the engagement ring as we approach the elderly man who luckily she's on the phone and didn't realize that Kate is just putting on her engagement ring with a huge diamond in the center that she looks in amazement. When he finally stops talking on the phone and looks at us."I love love stories, of young people who get married without much thought," he exclaims effusively. What? Love story?She star
“Ohhh vous belle dame parle français “great, my wife speaks French perfectly, my mother will now rub it in my face. Mainly, because she is French and she always told me the importance of speaking the language. “Oui, pour le monsieur et pour moi, s'il vous plaît, coq au vin “I don't know what's worse, that he speaks French and I don't notice, or that he's ordering for me. "Merveilleux," she speaks French, everyone is looking at her. My mother with a smile and the rest (including me) with a face of astonishment. I look at the menu instead and remain oblivious to this conversation. "Oh my God, are you French too?" my mother questions, Kate shakes his head and brings a glass of wine to his mouth. “I only learned it a few years ago and spent a semester at an exchange university in Paris. "Well, I was born in Paris. But I have been living in this country since I was about 5 years old. It's just that your accent is excellent, I thought you were a native. "Well, nowadays most people know
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
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
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
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
“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
“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
I have been noticeably better the last few days, and for Santiago things have also been improving, he is no longer stressed and has no longer yelled at anyone on the phone, he no longer curses at his father, although he still does not want to talk to him, apparently he Feels better "being poor" as he calls it, oh no, but he's waiting for next year's new Porsche to come out. I also wish I was that poor. I go into the shower, I clear the long curtains of the glass window so that a bit of clarity enters, I like to bathe and look outside, it relaxes me, the warm water runs through my body I feel a great inner peace, music from my cell phone it resonates, I never chant any while I'm bathing, except when Gangnam Style sounds, there yes, every Korean I don't know makes it up. My body wash is running low, I sigh, tapping the bottom of the bottle as I sing the blessed song, as much as I hate it, I can never stop doing this. ? Heeeeeey sexy ladyyyy, op op op oppa gangnam style
But... maybe they do need to talk, but as father and son, not as enemies. I know that Mr. Centinelo is doing wrong, I understand that he is upset but ruining everything for your son that he has worked for is not correct, I turn around and head back towards him, he is at the entrance of the office, looking towards some point of the room looking into space. I have many things to tell him, he already hates me so I have nothing to lose. Seeing that I walk towards him immediately his eyes lock on mine, taking both hands to his pockets. “Mr. Centinelo “I speak without hesitation, it's now or never “if what you really want is to fight with Santiago, better not talk to him, he already has enough problems with all this that is happening. He looks at me frowning. “What makes you think I'm going to fight him? He interrupts me, crossing his arms, fixing an incredulous look in my eyes. “Because it's the only thing he does. Do you seriously plan to be on his deathbed to fi
No please dad... no no no, I refuse to accept this... tears run down my cheeks like waterfalls, this can't be happening, I sit up on the floor as my tears well up, my mother runs to him and shakes him mentioning his name, he immediately picks up the phone and with his trembling hands begins to dial a number, nothing makes sense in my life anymore, I want to wake up from this terrible nightmare, this can't be happening to me, no no NOOOO, I try to relax inside but I can't , memories go through my mind, memories of him that my mind still keeps, I hear some steps running towards me, followed by other steps and a heartbroken cry that can only be from Stefanie, I hear her running towards him making crying sounds. A male voice that my brain doesn't recognize shouts that we have to call the doctor, my mind tries to take refuge in good moments, the best moments, but the thought that a few minutes ago I was chatting with him invades my senses, and more tears well up. my eyes. How can life ge