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 nervous. Why am I so scared?
“I brought your cellphone back; you forgot it in the passenger seat yesterday,” he says, smiling, making me smile as well in the process.
Stop smiling! I clench my fist at my poor attempt to control my stupid face from blushing awkwardly.
“Oh, of course. Yeah, I forgot, thanks for bringing this home.” I just notice I can’t stop moving. And he looks so confident, so proud of himself.
I peek behind him and see that we have three pairs of eyes watching us.
“I think you left something in the other room?” I say to my friends. And with a mini hubbub by the security guards, they leave. They will kill me later. My friends leave the room after flashing their mischievous smiles. There’s just the two of us now in the room. Oh my God, what am I supposed to do?
“Do you want to sit?” I ask, trying to look comfortable.
He sits in one armchair and me in the other.
“Look, you didn't have to come all the way, you could have left it with the doorman,” I say continuing, “I guarantee he would have given it back to me, you don’t need to spend so much time with...”
Before I could complete the sentence, he leans in…and then he…he kisses me. Softly at first, dipping in to get a taste. Then with more tenacity. I sigh softly, grab him by his collar pulling him inwards, closer and kiss him back like I had never ever kissed anyone in my life.
Tiny tingles run through my spine where he places his hand, pulling me closer too. His fingers tug at my hair, tilting my head to get more of me. Damn. I can’t think of a better place to be.
He picks me up into his lap as though I was as light as a feather. He starts kissing the nape of my neck. The feeling of having his mouth on my skin is delicious. My mind was already giving me red signals saying we are moving too quickly, but I don’t care...I just wanted to live in the moment. I couldn’t explain the magnetic force which was pulling me towards him. He hastily removes my shirt, leaving me in my bra. I grow shy all of sudden, coiling back.
Tucking a strand of hair behind my ears, he kisses my cheek, whispering softly in my ears, “I won’t ever hurt you, my baby.”
Those words give me much-needed confidence and I slowly start touching him back. It’s my turn. When I take off his polo shirt, I am even more fascinated by him. The word beautiful doesn’t do him enough justice. He is just divine! I run my hands up and down his torso. When my hands delve in deeper, he grabs my hands and traps them on the floor. Soon he has me lying on my back, and all our clothes have been discarded. He kisses my mouth again leaving me breathless before moving swiftly to the nape of my neck, biting my ear-lobe.
“Hmmmm” I sigh, closing my eyes as he sucks on my sensitive nipples, flicking back and forth, hungrily. His other hand was already down below fondling my inner thighs, fingers caressing the V region, playing with the lips, rubbing my bud.
I almost scream when his finger enters me, my walls clenching immediately.
“Relax Senorita, I promise to make it worth your while” he smiles, a dimple almost forming on his right cheek. I take a few deep breaths, getting my body to relax as he slowly inserted another finger. His mouth stops torturing my breasts and ends licking my navel, landing on my pussy ultimately. I could hear the zipper of his pants coming undone. He stops and looks at me. I don’t know if I was still hungover or hat but in one swift sexy motion, he brings the condom packet closer to his mouth and rips the packet apart.
When he puts the condom on and penetrates me for the first time, I feel a sensation so substantial… his thrusts establish a rhythm evoking strong emotions as we look deeply into each other’s eyes. We increase the pace, and I start to move my hips towards him. I reach the first orgasm, and shortly after that, he reaches his orgasm too. He crashes on the floor besides me.
I don't think I've ever had sex this fast and this incredible! It takes a few minutes for us to catch our breath. Once our breathing returns to normal, we then hear pitch silence. Since we are a bit calm now, I have the opportunity to observe him. It looks like he had been carved out of pure awesomeness.
I focus a little lower and see that his cock is huge. No wonder I liked it so much when it was inside of me. But I don’t have the heart to ask his opinion of how he felt when he was within me.
“I could lose my cell more often,” I say and laugh nervously, trying to make small talk.
“Maybe it's better not to.” He gets up and starts to put on his clothes.
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
“No, I'll stay here. Does any player know how to dance in this life?” He jokes that he is left footed. That is cute of him.Sophia and I walk down the stairs to the dance floor. Right now, I'm thanking my parents for my dance lessons. I have always liked dancing and could even move to incredibly fast rhythms. Sophia and I quickly hook up, and it feels as though we have similar wavelengths. I've never fit in so fast.People come and talk to me, asking me where I am from, what I am doing, until they ask me how long Hunter and I have been together. I understand right away why all these questions. They know I am with him. A few songs later, a choreographed songs begins, one I know by heart, as I had already taught it to my students.In the middle of the song, a circle opens on the dancefloor. Several people jump in and dance one at a time, until they push Sophia and me into the center. I am embarrassed because the dance steps require a certain sensuality but I am alone. Sophia and I dance
I wake up, and it's already four in the afternoon. Since it is beautiful and sunny outside, I put on my sneakers and venture out to explore this city that has already given me so much. I walk the opposite side of the usual route I’d take.I start looking at shop display windows: Prada, Burberry, Guess and even Chanel. And I stop by Gucci's, which has held my fascination since I was a little girl. I have been analyzing the windows since I was in college. The teachers always ask to have this analytical side, and I notice that people keep looking at me. Even the store clerks are smiling at me. Strange, crazy people, huh!I sit on a bench nearby and have ice cream. I am lost in thought, feeling so happy here in Barcelona. I never imagined meeting someone special here.I need to find a way to resolve everything around me. I'm seeing a famous guy now, but I live a long way from here, and to make matters worse, I'm leaving soon. I’m leaving in just over two weeks, and I know it won't work ou