Not a guest

Gwen’s pov.

I let out a sigh as the door closed, my cheeks warmed. It has been a long time since a man was fully naked.

Trust me it is not as attractive as Cristóbal's, I wouldn't even call him a man, he is a boy and my first and last boyfriend. Jeff, a huge mistake.

I can't believe I let him take my virginity, it was horrible.

“Why are you frowning?” I heard Polly said, she was standing not too far from me, pulling me out my thoughts

Sh*t

“Nothing” I answered, she looked at me as if she didn't believe me and moved closer then I remembered Cristóbal's warning so I quickly walked up to her and pulled her away.

“I thought I heard sounds up here” She asked, glancing behind us.

“It is nothing,” I tell as I continue pull her with me,

“Then why are you frowning?” she questioned,I knew she wasn't going to let go easily.

“I thought about Jeff and I am ick out again, I can't believe I f**ked him” I tell her, her face lights up.

“Oh… It is not a good thing to think about Jeff the sloppy” She teased, I shouldn't have told her what I was thinking about. I won't hear the end of it.

I might partially regret telling her about Jeff but she was the only one I could tell.

“Please don't talk about it any longer” I told her, she chuckled, nodding.

“Alrighty” Polly stopped in her movements, “Before I forgot, I found some trial blood that led up to her. What happened?”

My eyes widened because as she finished talking my eyes fell on the trial of blood on the floor. I didn't even clean the floor before heading to bed this bad.

“Erm…” I swallowed hard, “I…I killed a rat” I lied, Polly looked at me with a look that says really a rat? And I can't tell her about Cristóbal, I don't trust him not to hurt her.

“A rat?” She asked,

“Yes a rat” I answered but it is not believable because we have no rat in the building.

“We haven't dealt with rats in five years” She glanced around, “I will need to find a way to get rid of them again”

“Right… it was so big” I added, trying to make my lies believable. “They must have been hiding.

“Yes, that is true” Polly agreed, “Sales has begun, we should go down to assist Grace and Jimmy” Polly pulled me along with her and that was how I forgot about Cristóbal and the trail of the blood.

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“People really like those Bagels” Jimmy said as he and Grace high five of them. We have just sold out our bread and the sale is now moving because of the discount and the free gift.

“We did a good job on them” Grace added, Her tone was laced with pride. She pushed her glasses back into her face, “I’ll go take a look at the breads that are sold out” Grace said as she picked a note and pen.

I smiled, “Thank you for staying” I told Jimmy, he returned a smile.

“Sure, your father is a good man and he had helped a lot so don't mention it” Jimmy responded and I nodded. “I’ll go into the kitchen..” Jimmy tells me as he turns towards the kitchen.

Polly came out of the kitchen with a mop and a bucket, “I’ll go clean those blood on the stairs.” She tells me.

“Sh*t” I cursed, I totally forget about Cristóbal, I hope he is not pissed. “Let me do it, I will clean them” I said as I walked towards her and grabbed the mob and buckets from her

“Are you sure?” She questioned,

“Yes I am, you have been working since morning let me handle this one” I gave her a smile as I hurried towards the stairs, cleaning the blood.

When I reached the door to the room where Cristóbal is staying, I heard no movement.

I paused and imagination crawled into my head, what if I entered and he shot his gun at me because he was annoyed.

After gathering my courage, I pushed the door open. When I stepped in, he wasn't on his bed, a frown replaced the look on my face.

“It is nice that you just remember me” his deep calm voice came, I sounded around and found him on the floor with his gun beside him.

He was now wearing my father’s clothes that I had brought for him.

“Is this how you treat your guests, Bombón(sweetie)?” he pried, “If so that, It is a bad habit, Hmm” he finished as he stood up struggling.

“You are no guest” I mumbled before I rushed to help him up but he yanked my hand away, standing on his own. I scoffed, he is trying to act strong, “you shouldn't move around too much, you will open the wound up and it will get infected” I tell him, stepping away from him.

“Why is it going to get infected when I have you?” He inquired as he walked back to the bed. “Don't you know how to do your job?”

“ I know how to do my job and it will get infected because you are moving around too much” I retorted, He let out that chuckle. “Are you not hungry?” I asked him.

He settled on me, they moved. I watched as he looked me up and down, I rubbed my right palm on my left arm, averting my gaze as my cheeks warmed.

After a long awkward silence, he spoke. “I will eat anything you have, I am not picky”

I glanced at him, “okay” I cleared my throat. “No allergy?” I asked him.

“I am not allergic to any kind of food” he answered,

“Great, I'm going to get something for you” I turned to leave, “Don't move too much I am not doing that stitch again” I warned him.