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... it's just... “she stammers “What if they see me in this company some day.
“That's not a problem, my parents worked together in that company, my brother works with his wife in the printing press, you work here with me “I separate from her, being very close causes me a strange sensation, I walk towards my chair with my hands. Hands in the pockets of my gray pants “ it's perfect “ I turn to her and she immediately looks away to another place.
“But why not the redhead? Or any other girl here? “he speaks after a few seconds, like thinking about the matter.
God! Why do you ask so many questions? I hate questions. But hey, he's right to do them, this is not something they ask you every day. I sit in my beautiful swivel chair and look at her.
“Who? Andy? I laugh again, it's the dumbest thing I've ever heard, “My mom would hate Andi just by looking at her and I can't risk asking this of anyone because they can sell the news to the media. Besides, I know my mother and she would like you.
“I don't know...
What the hell do you mean I don't know?
"Okay, I'll triple your salary," I interrupt, this is getting harder than I thought.
"How long would we be married?"
Good question.
“Six months minimum, then I'll say that we'll separate due to tight schedules or something else, I don't know but I'll come up with something without either of us getting hurt.
"And what else do I need to know?" Will I have to live with you? What more requirements would have to be met as his wife? Will I have to live with you? He looks at me, with those huge green eyes that I love, I smile, I know what he's thinking, no! of course I couldn't complicate my life with her if she has to be my wife for the next six months.
“Just dinner with my parents, then everyone continues with their normal life until the time is up. Look at it like this as a win”win business. I'll take the presidency and you with a well”paid job.
"And... will I continue to work here when we get divorced?"
“Of course, I don't see any problem, actually, it would be like a "mature" act, working together without being involved “I rest my elbows on my desk again.
"What happens if I don't accept?"
Shit, when I thought he had achieved it, he came out with this, it's obvious he would have to kill her because he already knows the secret, not literally, but he should tell her so she'll accept.
“Okay, I'll do it,” he says, great, I didn't have to say anything threatening. My face lights up, I feel enormous relief running through my body, I feel a huge weight lift off my shoulders, I'm about to laugh with excitement but I won't, not in front of her.
“Cool! But no one here can tell, okay? I stand up, I need a lawyer.
"As if I have time to have friends in this place," she snorts, I look at her with my eyebrows raised, I better not say anything, I take out my card and hand it to her.
"Here," I hand her the card and she looks at it curiously, "buy something for my parents' dinner." Then I settle with my bank.
"Oh no, I can't...
"I'll be back in a few hours, I'll talk to my lawyer," I interrupt, I can't wait to see what else he has to say, or to wait for him to regret it, I take my jacket and put it back on my forearm.
I get out of the office as fast as I can, I call Malcom, he's the only one who can help me with this.
“Malcom, leave the office, I'll wait for you in the parking lot, I need a lawyer and help me with some wedding rings.
“Said yes? I hear from the other line.
“Yes, hurry up before he regrets it.
Two minutes later Malcom runs out of the company talking on the phone, I'm already inside my car waiting for him, he gets in while he hangs up and puts his cell phone away.
“The lawyer thing is ready, agree to get married today and change the date for a few more dollars, I told him it had to be with the date of 7 weeks ago. It's okay?
"Perfect," I say, as I put the car in gear, "you told him that he's going to have to sign some papers to keep his mouth shut, right?"
“That is right, brother. And I know a jewelry store where a friend is the owner, she can help us with the rings.
“Friend? I smile. Of course friend.
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
I wake up and Kate is gone, where the hell has he gone?, Ah! Demons! I forgot to set my alarm to go for a run. I hit the bathroom to make sure I put in and Kate isn't there. Where is he going?, I leave the room, and an exquisite smell invades my nostrils as I go down the stairs, it smells like food, and my favorite smells better than the bacon and egg from the restaurant across the street. As I approach the kitchen I hear Kate's voice and they are speaking what I think is German, my parents and Kate are laughing out loud. What is this? I get astonished. "Hello love, come here. “Kate, she approaches me and takes my hand to sit next to her. "Santiago, apart from a great woman, you found yourself a very good cook," my father adds with a huge plate of food in front of him. With this smell it seems so. I smile. What else can I do? All this has come as a surprise to me, for me that Kate was a girl like any other her age, not that she knows a lot of things that leaves me stunned. Take a
I lean my back against the wall as I run my hands through my hair in frustration. I know Kate hates me right now and I don't blame her, I'm a real jerk. Tomorrow everything is back to normal, my parents are leaving and I don't have to put up with Kate anymore. I take my pillow and leave, I don't want to keep fighting over this stupidity. Now I do set my alarm, today I will exercise at home, I have my personal gym with everything I need and Malcom is already here putting his pectorals in order, I had given him a key so he could come whenever he wanted. "How's married life, Santiago Centinelo?" He narrows his fist and with mine I lightly hit his knuckles. "Waiting once and for all the six damn months are over," I reply, walking around him heading towards a leaning bench next to him. "Is it that bad?" You've only been there for three days,” he laughs, as he sits on the flat bench I was lying on and looks at me. “I don't like sharing my bed and my father has me stressed, everything
“I think you need to think about it some more, Santiago.” I don't even know why I'm talking about this with her. "Think what, Kate?" I stop the car and pull over to speak up front. “Because you have made Centinelo Magazines grow, you are not going to let your brother keep what you have done, or worse than destroy it, Centinelo Magazines was like the printing company that your brother runs, and what has your brother done? brother? Absolutely nothing. What have you done? You have created more than 25,000 jobs, you have shares in more than half of the companies in this city, and outside the country, your father knows it, he knows that you are the only capable one in this position, he just wants you to improve certain aspects of your life . "He wants to change me because he's different." I lean back on the back of the seat, my head hurts. “Well, asking you to lead a formal life isn't changing you “yes, it is, she pauses “There are worse situations, Santiago, for example, I haven't spok
“Kate, I'll take you “I sigh “I don't have any problem and it's safer for you to go with me and not in a taxi with any idiot out there. Let's go! “he doesn't say a word, I suppose he's going to accept “hey, I want to go eat. Will you come with me? I ask, she hesitates for a few moments but I don't wait for her answer to get her out of that place.Why have I invited Kate Green to lunch? I don't know. The only thing I do know is that I like their company and much more than I would like. I drive to the place thinking about all this when her beautiful voice interrupts me."Have you ever had a hamburger or a hog dog at a train station?" Have you eaten an ice cream while walking through the streets? he asks, once I've parked my car in the parking lot."Not really, and I'm not even going to," I say, and I see that he's going to come out.“Not! I snap immediately, making her flinch. I don't know, it's just that I've always been like that. I walk around my car to open the door for her.“Santia
I take Kate by the hand and go into the company with her, she hasn't said anything and looks towards a fixed point as we walk towards the elevator, Malcom follows us, we go up through corporate and quickly reach the 25th floor, where everyone sees me enter They stop gossiping, I leave Kate at his desk and head to my office, I can't even believe what I just did, I have thousands of emails, including from "friends", although I already made it clear that I don't go to bed with someone twice, now I have to be extremely careful if I want to have anything with someone.My office phone rings, I see it's coming from Malcom's office."Tell me, now what happened?" “ I drop a sigh, I don't want any more traumas."Your mother”in”law is on the phone.“My what? oh! Kate's mother? “it just can't be.“He says he insists on talking to Kate because she doesn't answer his calls.I'm gonna go crazy.“Transfer it to me."Are you serious, Santiago?""Yes, do it, now what?" Everybody knows.Malcom, doubtful
“I hate that you close my laptop, Green “I say it in the calmest way possible because the last thing I want is to fight “and I'm not working. I'm looking at what I give you for our first month of marriage.“What? Why would you give me something? Kate looks at me intrigued and crosses his arms.“Husbands give their wives things all the time. Besides, my father will ask me what I have given you."Well, you already gave me a Bentley, that's enough.""A Bentley you don't even use." Come, sit here “I gently tap on the chair, signaling for him to sit next to me and miraculously he does.“What do you prefer? A yacht or a helicopter? I ask, showing him both on a website.“What? None," he blurts out, almost immediately. "Why don't you give me something more normal? like a teddy bear, chocolates or roses.Teddy bears? What's that?“Seriously? That's not a gift, Kate."Santiago, I don't want you to spread that kind of thing to me.""Any woman would die for a gift like this and you turn it down?"
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