Catalina
I covered my ears as the banging on the door became louder, I prayed they wouldn't break down my door and barge in.
This has been my life since my father died, debt collectors always chasing after me. If I'm unlucky, they see me outside and chase me all around town but if I'm lucky, like today, they come when I'm inside and bang on my door till they get tired and leave.
They left after a while and I crawled out from under my bed where I hid. I looked around the house my father left for me, I had sold everything valuable and I still hadn't paid even a quarter of the debt we owed. All my part time jobs barely raised enough money to even feed myself. I fell on my knees and let the tears flow from my eyes, this wasn't the life I wanted to live. If I had the choice, I wouldn't choose this life for myself. My phone rang and I recognized the caller.
“Hello, Catalina speaking.”
“Hello Miss Catalina, I'm calling in respect for the job you applied for at our club. Congratulations, you passed the interview. You can start tonight.”
I jumped around in excitement. I got the job!! I was going to be an exotic dancer at the nightclub. It wasn't really a decent job but it wasn't illegal and the pay was more than what I get from all my part time jobs. I got up on my feet and wiped my eyes dry. This wasn't the time to cry, I had a job to prepare for.
The club was dimly lit and everyone there looked like they had not a single problem in the world. The instruction given to me was simple - make sure the audience is captivated.
The music changed and everyone's eyes were fixed on me as I stepped onto the stage. My heart beat faster with each step I took. Only for five minutes I told myself. I took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Dancing was my passion, my talent. You can do this Catalina. I told myself again.
Then it all came to me. I closed my eyes and let the music pulse through my veins, letting my body take over. I swayed my hips seductively, feeling the fabric of my dress clinging to my skin. I am a very sexy girl, I knew this and I decided to use it to my advantage.
I ran my hands over my body, slowly, lazily, all while moving to the rhythm of the song. Then I opened my eyes and immediately locked eyes with a man sitting at the far end corner and watching me closely, everyone was looking at me but somehow this man's stare made me so nervous, I reminded myself to focus.
I walked slowly to the pole in front of me, as the audience watched, I climbed the pole, spinning effortlessly before descending in a slow, controlled drop, all while staring at the man. Neither of us broke eye contact. Somehow, I wasn't dancing for the audience any longer, I was dancing for this man, this stranger that captivated my soul and made my insides burn just by staring at him. As the music reached its crescendo, I did my final dance and smiled at the crowd teasingly before walking away.
“Good job Catalina.” My boss met me backstage. “Your dance was captivating, even I couldn't take my eyes off you. Oh I'm so glad I hired you. Keep up the good work.”
“Thank you sir.” He tapped my shoulder and walked away.
I went into the changing room to change to my normal clothes, my work here was done. This was the beauty of this work, I thought to myself, less stress and more pay.
While changing, my mind couldn't help but think about the man earlier. He exuded so much power and authority even as he sat with his legs crossed. The way he looked at me was unlike anything. I wondered who he was, and surprisingly I wanted to know everything about him.
I was about to leave when my boss called out to me.
“I'm so glad you're still here Catalina. Someone wants to meet you.”
“Who?” I asked.
“Someone very important. You can't say no to him. He's outside the parking lot. Black Limousine, the headlights are on.” And with that he left.
As I walked to the parking lot, I prayed silently. What if this was one of the debt collectors and they're finally here to take me? But my boss said it was someone very important.
I sighted the Black Limo with the headlights on and I walked towards it, I knocked on the window and it rolled down immediately.
“Enter.” A voice called out from inside.
The door opened and I entered immediately.
It was him, I was very sure of it. The same man at the club. I couldn't see his face clearly at the club but I remembered his attire and I felt the same way I was feeling inside the club so it had to be him.
“What is your name?” The voice was so commanding that I blurted out immediately.
“Catalina Gomez!”
“You dance so well Catalina. I want to see you dance everyday.”
That was very direct. I said to myself. I tried to stop myself from blushing. I looked at him again. He was very handsome, his face looked rigid but I think that maybe it's because he didn't smile so often. His hair looked so soft that I wanted to reach out my hand and touch it.
“I want you.” The words were like an electric shock that bolted me back to reality.
“What did you just say?” I asked him again.
“I do not like to repeat myself young lady. I'm very sure you heard me.” He answered rudely.
“I want you to be my slave. You will do anything I say without complaints. I will have control over your body and all that you do with it. Of course it's not for free, I will pay you. Do you understand?”
Bastard. Rich bastard. Ugh ..I began to feel hatred for this man. Who does he think he is to tell me such an abominable thing?
“Never!” I told him.
“I always have what I want.”
“You will never have me!”
“It will only take time, but I must have you. I will own you.”
I chuckled…. “That will be over my dead body.”
CATALINAI had a nightmare.I jolted up, drenched in sweat and panting like a chased deer. Miguel left me, and I kept looking for him, running around. Then I fell and screamed out his name, but he didn't answer, and he didn't come to save me either.“Are you okay?” He woke up too and gave me a calming hug.I held him tight, scared to let go. “Promise me you'll never leave,” I said between pants. “Don't ever leave me..”Miguel chuckled lightly. “Are you having doubts on our wedding day?”Oh yes. I remembered. Today is supposed to be my wedding day. Could be why I had such a scary nightmare.“I just had a bad dream, that's all.” I assured him.He gave me a comforting kiss. “You're nervous, I understand. But I'm still going to say this… I, Miguel Alejandro, will never leave you Catalina.”I tried to ease the weight pressing on my chest with a teasing smile. “Save the vows for later.”“I can say my vows to you everyday if it'll assure you of my undying love.”I believed him. Miguel woul
MIGUELWas it the upcoming wedding or Pablo that made me so uneasy?I was ready, ready to fight, to spill blood if it was for Catalina's sake.But she told me to hold off, and there was no way I could refuse her request when she looked at me with those eyes.She enchanted me. Like a stubborn witch.And if my witch wanted me all to herself, who was I to say no?Her wish was my command.I took Andrés with me to get a new suit. It was funny though…when I married Olivia I wasn't bothered about looking good. But with Catalina, I went to a spa and now I was at a clothing store, buying the most expensive wedding suit they had in stock.“What do you think about this one?” I asked Andrés.He studied it for a while before nodding. “It looks so good, boss.”“I'm sorry for calling you out,” I apologized, feeling guilty. “You even took a few days off to get better and the day you resume work is the day I'm dragging you around the city to pick an outfit.”Andrés merely shrugged. “I don't mind boss.
CATALINA I was the one getting married, but I wasn't allowed to participate in anything. Gabriella kept overworking herself. Everytime I volunteered to help, she asked me to stay out of it, or to go get my beauty sleep. I slept until I dreaded sleep, and when I complained to Miguel, he would only tell me to listen to Gabriella.The only thing I was allowed to participate in was the dress fitting…. obviously because I was the bride. Gabriella already picked out the dress, I only needed to be present for the sizing. I wanted to lash at her for picking out my dress for me but when I saw what she picked out, I held myself back. The dress was so beautiful, it hung like a masterpiece. It was crafted from ivory silk and laced with gold embroidery. Hand beaded crystals shimmered along the hem like scattered diamonds. Come to think of it, Gabriella always picked out my dresses per Miguel's instructions and she never disappointed. She seemed to always know what would suit me perfectly fo
CATALINA I studied her closely, she didn't look like a traitor. But traitors usually don't look like one, right? She didn't seem fazed by anything, as usual.I noticed she had the calm and composed manner she always maintained.“You keep staring at me,” Gabriella said, her eyes meeting mine.“Do you have a problem with that?” I asked, trying to unnerve her.“I don't think there's anyone who'll be comfortable with being stared at,” her daring eyes were fixed on mine.“Did you plot with Olivia to have me kidnapped?” I blurted out the question, no need beating around the bush.“You still think I did it? Wasn't it Pablo who kidnapped you?”“Well my theory is that this was all orchestrated from the start. I was on my way to meet Olivia when I got kidnapped.”She rolled her eyes, as if what I said made no sense. “I didn't plot with Olivia to do anything.”I didn't believe her. There was no proof to back her claims of innocence.“I want to talk to Olivia. Set a meeting between us.”Gabrie
MIGUELI've never been jealous of a little child before in my life.The kid Catalina brought home was a menace. He didn't stay for a full 24 hrs but he made sure I felt his presence in my house.First, he never left Catalina's side, he followed her around like a lost puppy. When it was time to sleep, he insisted on sleeping between us. I couldn't touch my woman because of a little boy, and when I complained, he only laughed at me and Catalina laughed along with him. Then the next morning, Catalina made me babysit him while she prepared for work. I stared down at the little boy, wondering what to do with him. And the boy laughed at my expression.The child was laughing. At me.He had no fear. He tugged at my hair, slapped my cheek, and then sneezed on me. All in under five minutes, and still… I didn’t put him down.“Kid,” I muttered. “You better not poop on me.”Axel giggled again.“I am a very dangerous man,” I tried to scare the kid. “I kill people for a living,” I told him serio
CATALINA I stared at my reflection in the mirror of the restaurant’s restroom. My heart was pounding, not from nerves, but from the plan forming in my head. If I was going to test Miguel, I had to make it count. It needed to be subtle, clever… something that would reveal his heart without him realizing he was being tested.I wasn’t proud of it, but I had to know. Before I said “I do,” I needed to see what kind of father he could be or if he even wanted to be one.I stepped back into the dining room where Miguel was taking a phone call, his brows furrowed, voice low and curt. I waited for him to hang up.“Everything okay?” I asked sweetly, sliding back into my seat.He nodded. “Just some work.”“Speaking of work…” I began carefully. “My company is doing this charity work for a nearby orphanage, I'm also going there today.”Miguel blinked. “A charity?”“Yes. We’re renovating the place. I thought we could help them and it'd also be good for the public eye.”He nodded approvingly. “Tha
CATALINA I snuggled against Miguel, wrapping my arms tight around him. It excited me, that I would have access to him like this all my life. Mrs. Catalina Alejandro.I giggled at the sound of that in my head…it sounded nice. I should probably get used to it.I thought of telling him about the pregnancy. No. That can wait. It would be like a surprise or a gift. How happy would he be if I told him we were expecting a baby on our wedding night? Extremely happy right? But what if Miguel welcomed the idea of getting married but disliked the idea of having kids? What would happen then? Well he'd have to suck it up because I've decided to have this baby, with or without Miguel.I gave him a peck and got up to prepare for work. Getting pregnant or engaged didn't mean I had to stop working…maybe during my honeymoon? Or when my stomach gets too big. I giggled again as I imagined myself with a protruding belly. Miguel turned and opened his eyes. “You keep giggling,” he said, his voice rough.
MIGUELIt seemed right.It was right.Everything was right when it came to Catalina…After my first failed marriage, I killed any thoughts of getting married. It wasn't the best thing for a man like me to get into so I promised myself not to do it.I guess the fear of losing Catalina was greater than any promise I made to myself.She wasn't just the type of woman to mess around with, she’s a keeper and I'm glad I realized that before it was too late….And I know she wouldn't be safe with me, but I will do anything within my power to make sure I eliminate every threat to her safety….Pablo.I didn't want it to come to this but it had to be done. I'll have to go into war with Pablo, it's obvious that his vendetta against me will never end…unless I kill him first…“What is going on in that head of yours?” Catalina asked. “You're so lost in thoughts.”I was sitting on my bed and she sat beside me. “Nothing my love.”She smiled at me. “It's not nothing. You don't want to tell me.” She flash
CATALINA The rain started as a drizzle and quickly turned into a downpour as I sat in my car, parked just outside my apartment.I hadn't moved for nearly an hour, my fingers gripping the steering wheel, my eyes staring ahead, into empty space.Pregnant.The word echoed again and again in my mind, wrapping itself around every thought and decision.I thought about telling Miguel. And yet, I didn't move. Couldn't.Because this wasn't just about Miguel. It was about a child. A life I had to protect in a world full of guns, killings, kidnaps and all sorts of vile things. A world I was warned countless times to walk away from. Could I really bring a child into that world?My phone buzzed.My heart skipped a beat.Miguel.“Hello…”“I didn’t want to call or disturb you…but I needed to hear your voice.”My throat tightened.“I told myself I'd give you space,” he continued softly, “but I can't. I really miss you.”A lump rose in my throat. I wanted to speak, to say something…anything. But all