I can't stop laughing at Grandma's jokes, because I already understood in the worst possible way that Magic Mike isn't really a magician, and that Grandma doesn't keep anything to herself.“Magic Mike is a very hot guy who makes me sweat, and not only that.Fuck! Why did I ask? I can't stop laughing, I bring my elbows to my knees, my face to my hands and I'm laughing like never before.“Channing Tatum dances so rich that it makes my desert moist.I can't take this anymore, my stomach hurts from so much laughter, I don't want to imagine what meaning he wanted to give to his "desert" I'm a good boy, so I'll think that he means that the shower in his house doesn't work, yes, that.When I finally manage to calm down I pose with Kate for the blessed photo and I'm still holding back a laugh at the memory of his unusual way of describing a movie, and almost immediately the still is out the bottom of the camera. I like this camera, Grandma gives it to us and I can't help but feel an internal
My eyes glaze over immediately. Kate cries into my neck until after a few minutes he tries to calm down, wipes the tears from his eyes and takes a deep breath.I would like to let myself cry too but I won't."Give it to me, I'll burn it," he tells me, I search his face for something that tells me he's joking."No," I say immediately, "if you don't keep it, I will." Someday you'll want to read it again,” she shakes her head."You've made me cry enough." What a shame” I smile and look back at the letter."Fuck, I'm going to have to hire your father to write articles." I don't think he knows that you got that talent out of him “and yes, Kate must have been a writer “she tries to laugh but doesn't let it out, rather a listless smile forms on her face as she takes the letter again.“Get rid of her,” he says, handing me the letter again. I don't understand why, but I partly agree with him; he feels a grudge and I know that this will not let him pass so easily.I take her beautiful face and
Yes, as I thought, later I would regret throwing the cell phone against the wall, I try to turn it on but he doesn't want to answer. Why didn't I just turn it off? I already ordered another one but I need this motherfucker to turn on, I have important calls to take, then I remember Brittany and it better be off, I don't want her calling me. And when I'm seeing the positive side of not having a cell phone, the damn thing turns on.“YEAH! IT WORKS! I yell, I can't help it.Kate, who was looking out the window, turns to me intrigued, I start typing on my phone but apparently the touchscreen hasn't adjusted well, I look up and there are Kate's beautiful eyes scrutinizing me and he smiles slightly.“What? I ask, she shakes her head, smiling more broadly, she looks beautiful in a white off”the”shoulder blouse quite tight to the body, I love this woman, I put my hands on both sides of her waist, and I immediately feel like kissing her and I do it, but I don't just want to kiss her, I want mo
I don't know how Kate convinced me to stay in this pot but if she wants to stay here I have no choice but to stay with her, I have heard my mother say that chamomile is good for reducing menstrual cramps in women, yes, I think so That was what I heard but I better check on Google, Google never lies. In front of his apartment building there is a supermarket, I go there and take a box of tea sachets with me.And yes, the blessed chamomile works, ten minutes later she has already fallen asleep and I take her in my arms to her room, I stay next to her, I feel too tired, I think I'll take a vacation tomorrow, I fall asleep in seconds when a message on my cell phone wakes me up, I felt like it was only 5 minutes, but no, it's already 5 in the morning.From Malcom.We left running?What a miracle this idiot is awake before me.To: Malcom.Okay.I get up quietly so as not to wake Kate and another message arrives.From Malcom.I give you 10 minutes, and for me 10 minutes is 10 minutes.To: Mal
I thought Rosa was joking but no, she didn't come back until the next day when she came screaming that she had gone to see her son Juan Pablito in jail, Malcom was there with me and no, she didn't speak to him, until about three days later when Malcom showed up At my house for us to check some papers, she sat in Kate's scratch”ass chair (yes, the one with the giant hand) and Rosa appeared at the door with a new cut. I never praise Rosa but in Malcom it is something normal.But what a beautiful Rosa, new haircut?”Malcom feigns astonishment and Rosa stops suddenly and turns to look at him."That's right." Rosa's eyes shine and she takes her hands to her hair, combing it back."You even look younger and much thinner." I keep from laughing and pretend that the roles are more important.Rosa smiles widely."Do you want brownies kid Malcom?" “ there if I look up, I want brownies too."Of course," he winks at her and flashes one of his best smiles.And so they became best friends again.That
I look at my watch as I wait patiently sitting in the living room of Malcom's house. I look around and this house now looks like a house, before it was a dump since his housekeeper left. And it is that Malcom knows nothing about order and now he even smells like roses.“Tell me, Mr. Centinelo, how can I help you? “Natalie sits across from me adjusting her dress and looks at me intrigued.“As you should know next week is Kate's birthday.“Yes, I already ordered your gift. It comes a day early. Shall we take her out for hamburgers? "What's with these women with hamburgers?"“No, I can now make burgers thanks to Chef Tom and his YouTube channel. So I no longer have the need to take her anywhere to eat unhygienic grease." Natalie looks at me and laughs out loud, I frown and look at her curiously.“You and Malcom are identical. Why weren't you the ones who got married in Las Vegas? He laughs again.I look at her with disapproval, if it wasn't because she's a woman I'd already be hitting he
I couldn't sleep all night thinking that Kate has a motorcycle and now he's going to torture me every time I ride it. I'm looking for the thousand ways to get rid of that bike, but with all of them I know Kate is going to be upset. Maybe I have to pay Rosa's friends to break into my house, simulate an armed robbery and just take the motorcycle Ah! And the sunflower rug.As you can imagine my father and Mr. Kateander get along more than well, they speak German all the time, yes, as I said, he gets excited about everything related to Germany, they may be talking bad about me and I don't understand shit to defend myself, maybe I should go to some German courses.Christmas is getting closer and it's beginning to feel, I don't know why I like these days and much more that Kate was born close to these festive dates. We agreed to spend Christmas with Kate's family and New Years with mine. But they all agreed to spend Christmas together at my house. At least it means we won't be traveling and
I sit at the head of the table while I wait for that damn Malcom to show up, apparently he's enjoying being married so much that he doesn't even want to leave his house anymore. After five minutes he appears... And shaved, he frowned immediately, apparently if Kate's words reached him at Christmas."What's up, you fucking shit”tickets?" I narrow my eyes at him as he sits to my right."What did you do with your hippie beard?" He glared at me and adjusts his jacket.“I lost a bet with Natalie, it was either that or wear heels all day.“Bet? “I laugh slightly, while he shakes his head “The damn thing does more abs than me. Can you believe it? I was already making fun of her when I reached 180 without resting and she did 220 “ I raise an eyebrow and smile “By the way, I'll move Andi to another department, or they cut my balls off. Now I need a secretary “ A secretary? “ Cristal brings me a cup of coffee and I thank her, if not, I swear I'll fall asleep.“Yes, Secretary, Santiago. And Andi
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