“I insist,” he says, following me out the door “Now I'm going to take your hand and lead you to my car. Can I?” he asks steadily stopping me from falling down and breaking my face.
Without saying anything more, my arm raises itself automatically. He swiftly catches it and guides me to the back of the club where the parking lot is situated.
He leads me to the space beside Valentina's car. Of course, the shiny black Lamborghini is his. He opens the car door for me and I enter dazed.
Wait! What am I thinking? I feel my breath heavy as regret washes over me.
Soon he is in the driver’s seat. The car starts, and the engine makes a thunderous roar. I like it, powerful and so regal; a class apart! My eyes were suddenly all wide open
“Do you like the car?” he asks me, trying to gauge my expression.
“Are you honestly asking me that? Who doesn't like a car like this?” I say, laughing, calming down. Ah, it’s the tequila. It’s working its magic!
He laughs and nods. Wow, how beautiful he is, I think to myself.
“When we leave through the gate, I need you to lower your head,” he says, gently cupping my face like a child.
“Why so?” I query innocently, puzzled at the weird request.
“There will be the paparazzi and they tend to be quite invasive and you wouldn’t actually like that kind of attention, would you?”
“Gotcha! Thanks for looking out for me!” I reply. I smile, ducking down.
We drive through the gate, and only then do I understand what he asked of me. There are hundreds of paparazzi outside the pub’s gate. I don't know if I like it or not. On the one hand, I’m not going to come off as another bitch in her hoity-toity boots, but on the other hand, I already feel like one.
“We've passed danger,” he says, and I compose myself in the leather seat. “Sorry, but I expected you wouldn't want to be on the front page of all the newspapers tomorrow.”
“Yeah, it really wouldn't be cool,” I say, a little shaken. I don’t like this situation. “I live in the city centre, near a cafe called Bistro Real. Do you know where it is?” I say a little desperately.
“Yes, I know,” he answers. “But don't you prefer to go somewhere else? I think it would be nice to talk a little more.”
Okay, I am not feeling good at all about this situation. I don’t like the direction of this conversation. I look out the window, peering at the passing lights, not looking at him.
“You're quiet,” he notices, frowning. “Back in the pub, it seemed like you talked a lot.” He laughs a little.
“Well, I don't usually get in the car with strangers,” I admit, as if I am a little girl. My God...
“Where are you from?” he asks, changing the conversation.
I sigh, entering an internal battle of whether to speak or not. But what could he do? I did put myself in this situation, so...
“Panama,” I reply.
“Americas,” he says, focused on the road ahead. “I love this city. It completely comes alive at night…the beaches, best of the best parties...all the metropolitan hype. I have a yacht over there. And I like the women here,” he says casually.
“Of course, you do; I do not doubt that,” I blurt, a little annoyed but softly enough I pray he didn’t hear me. I frown. Of course, he would like them. I think to myself, trying to find the words to say next.
“I'm from Seville,” he says, trying once again to flow the conversation along.
“Yes, I know, but who doesn't know that, right?” I say, laughing sarcastically, and he, to my surprise, laughs too. “Is your team Sevilla?” I ask. Good question. I always wanted to know that.
My question makes him chuckle.
“Yes, I started in the youth categories there.” He smiles, momentarily lost in thought.
“What the hell! I thought there was hope for you.” I start to laugh.
Him not understanding my question, he makes a face. Seriously, even with a grimace he is beautiful.
“I'm into American Football” I continue. “Yeah, I support the international. That's why I never liked you. But now it's different,” I suddenly add without thinking.
“Different, how so?” He asks as though he is inquiring me.
I think you are too beautiful. I want to kiss you now, can I? Too bad I don’t dare tell him that. My nervousness speaks louder as I rub my hands together.
“Because you changed teams once you got better,” I reply, hoping I am not too rude. Good, Selena you might have just managed to fix it.
A few minutes pass. Until he breaks the silence.
“Are you living here?” he asks curiously. Oddly enough, his questions are making me relax some of my facial muscles.
“Well, not living. I'm going to spend a month here studying,” I answer.
“Well, what are you studying?” He alternates his gaze between me and the road.
“I do fashion design. But I want to specialize in fashion journalism. That's why I'm taking an extracurricular course at the University here.” I pause to think, God, stop talking; he doesn't even care.
“You can't tell anyone anything; you know… about all this here.”
He catches me off guard.
“As if I wanted fifteen minutes of fame. Sorry, but my house is not around here,” I say, irritated.
“We're going somewhere else,” he says.
“I need to go home. I won't be another one of your nights out. I'm not some bitch who gets laid and then leaves. To my house now, please!” I say, sternly. I need air.
He is silent. He knew I was right. We arrive at the front of my building five minutes later. I open the door and quickly exit. I don’t even care if I lifted my skirt or not. Ah, fuck!
“Can I have your phone number?” he asks me with that piercing look.
“I don't think it's a good idea. And please, tonight never happened. Thanks for the ride, Hunter. Enjoy your night. Bye.”
I slam the car door, but not too hard. I go straight to the apartment, not looking back even once.
Air, I need air!!!
After I take a long shower, brooding inside, I lie down on the bed and think. Thank goodness the girls are still at the pub. I can’t explain what just happened half an hour ago. I can't even explain it to myself. How did this happen? Did it truly happen?I spend over an hour thinking about his blue eyes, his gorgeous mouth. Gee, how I want to kiss him. If he gave me one more sign that he wanted to be with me, I think I would have gone where he wanted and done what he wanted. And how could anyone possibly resist him? But I am not a bitch, and that's how he saw me, but it is not how I see myself. Though I am sad now. I want to hear his laugh again. Was he thinking about me as much as I was thinking about him? Neahhhh, he must have found another girl or maybe girls the moment I left his car.With his stare clear in my mind, I fall asleep.When I wake up, it is 11 a.m. I see that Valentina is in her bed, still sleeping. I am so tired and blank that I didn't even see them arrive late in th
I am almost in tears. Life has a strange sense of humour. I stroll closer and see that the car is empty. Good. I enter the building and prefer to take the stairs rather than the elevator to recover from my little shock. I go into the apartment, calling out for the girls about the car downstairs.“Guys, I am about to tell you the silliest thing ever. Do you know who the black L…”I stop right in my tracks as I see the sight in front of me.Mr. Hot Wheels is sitting on the sofa in the living room, surrounded by my beautiful friends ogling at him as though they are about to eat him up. He sure looks like one hell of a delicacy to be devoured. I blink a few times just to make sure I am not imagining things. My knees buckle all of a sudden and I feel all soft and gooey inside.“Hi Selena,” he greets, getting up and coming my way to meet me.Oh my God!“Hi Hunter.” Saying his name out loud seems to be different from the voice in my mind. I want to sound indifferent, but I can’t; I am nervo
It takes me a few minutes to realise that he was not staying as I gulp softly “Are you leaving? Oh, that's right? You couldn't stand it.”He looks at me blankly as if I lambasted him.“You couldn't stand it when someone said no to you once in your life,” I bristle. “Then your good luck and my bad luck gives you a ridiculous excuse to fuck a girl.”Tears start escaping through the corner of my eyes. Seriously, I can't believe it. How stupid could I be!“I did not plan for this. I don't know what happened. I'm sorry,” he says, looking all sad, but I feel twice the pain.“Excuse me? Is that what you do with others?” I think to myself, that, seriously, he gives me the best orgasm I've had in my life, and he still apologizes to me? I get annoyed with my sincerity. “Leave soon before it gets worse,” I warn him as he states at me terrified.He walks for the front door in a hurry. I slam the door behind him and start crying again over a guy. Idiot!After that episode, I try not to think about
My Sunday is practically spent at home. I call my mom, talk to my dad and my brother. My mom says business is going well and that this summer they will finally be able to change cars. My family is not wealthy, but we live comfortably enough. I've never been able to overdo any excessive shopping sprees at the mall, but I could always have what I needed.I go to update my social networks. Now that I’m online, I’ll use it to distract myself from thinking about Hunter, hoping to get him off my mind.I first check my Facebook account. Everything ok, photos and comments, excellent. I use my cellphone to open up my Instagram. Same as usual, the usual people. Wow, some people are really living it up with their fancy vacations. One of my friends even got engaged, wow! I decide to close the digital box because it’s now getting depressing.With not much else to do, I head to the park. It is a super-hot day, and I don’t want to be holed up in an apartment, especially since I'm in Barcelona. I spr
The restaurant appears as a residential place; you enter the property to get to the house. It seems very discreet. The place has a beautiful entrance, full of greenery and flowers. Great, he told me how important it was to avoid paparazzi, gossip and all that.If on the outside it is beautiful, on the inside, it is pure craftsmanship. It is bright and white and looks a little rustic, quite different from what I've seen for an Italian restaurant. We sit down at our table, and the Maître soon comes and gives us the menu, but first, he greets Hunter in an overly exaggerated way.“Good evening, Miss,” he says, analyzing me.Does Hunter bring all of his girlfriend’s here? Is this fellow rating me on his huge list of girlfriends? I can understand his Spanish as he speaks with Hunter.“It’s always such a pleasure to see you, Sir, what a most beautiful girl you’ve given us the honour of serving,” he says. I smile, instantly turning red like a tomato.He praises me so much. Nobody has ever pra
“Why are you doing this?” I question. “Yes, it was great for me too, but so what? Are you going to tell me you liked it so much that you needed to go away and think better of it? Spare me comments like that.” I look out the window and watch the road.“You think so little of me. I haven't slept with anyone since I met you. After I dropped you off at home on the day we met, I went home to think about how polite and foul-mouthed you are at the same time and how you didn't do everything to get my attention, which by the way, doesn’t happen. God, why do you think so poorly of me?”“Because to me, you're the kind of guy who breaks the hearts of girls in love,” I say, looking into his eyes.His mouth drops as he concludes, “Someone has hurt you in the past, haven’t they?”I don’t expect him to be this analytical and rightly nail the reason I am so commitment-phobic.“Yes, they have done the damage already, and it was painful,” I reply as a little tear escapes my eye. He stays silent, waiting
“Hello,” I pick up, excited to know it is my mom calling.“Daughter, oh my love, Happy birthday—" my mother almost crying— “Ah, Donna...I'm missing you so much, my daughter. I'm sorry I didn't call before, but you know how things are here. I miss you; Mom and Dad love you. I have to be quick; the call is expensive, but wait for a few minutes, let me pass it on to your brother.”“Hi Lena, happy birthday,” my brother Miguel says cheerfully.“Oh, thank you, little brother. I miss you.”“I don’t.” He breaks into an annoying evil laugh but later says, “I miss you more. By the way, did you see the Barcelona game? Hunter Blanco paid tribute to you! I can’t believe it!” he says, laughing. Ah, Gu, you don't even know the truth in his words.“I heard something about it. Funny right?” I say, disguising my true emotion.“I read the papers, don’t lie to me. I love you, Lena. Dad is busy but he has passed on his wishes and apologised that he couldn’t talk,” he says.“I love you so much, Gu, see you
I wait for him downstairs, and soon, the black car pulls up. He gets out of the car, handsome as always, but he seems more charming today of all days. He is probably more than 1.70 meters, and I was 1.64. I need to wear high heels to see him at least.“Lamborghini then?” I smile sideways.“Someone belittled my Porsche. And look, it’s not just anyone who despises one of those!” he says, laughing. But I wonder if he's talking about women and before I can complete my thought I hear, “You look gorgeous, as always.” He opens the door for me. I get in the car and buckle up.I am wearing a short gold Gucci dress embroidered with stones, a matching purse and my nude heels. I got it from my mother for Christmas. I wanted this dress more than anything in the world.We travel to the same pub we met at. Tonight, it is Dri's show, and again there are paparazzi at the door. When we pass, I can’t see anything. So much flashing light was bursting from their big huge cameras.“No need to bend down or