It was a fucking zombie walking into my office with glasses on a Saturday after eleven in the morning. The set of keys became so tedious that for a second I thought about leaving those fucking pieces of paper for later. Yet the controlling little voice whispered to me that it was going to build up, that I wouldn't have time for anything else. And, although it's hard for me to admit it, I wasn't a fan of leaving things to the last minute.Chelsea's private concert ended around three in the morning. We talked a lot, which I hadn't done for a long time with another woman besides Dona or Mom.She told me about her mother who was in a retirement home due to her advanced illness. It shocked me to learn that she was only forty-seven years old and at the point of no return from the disease. With great strength she accepted that her mother did not remember her or her brothers; she didn't even say she should bathe.For my part, I told him about myself. The shitty marriage I had, her relationshi
He let out a laugh. —Jones is as much at work as I am on an island paradise. And I care very little if he finds out,” she replied, as relaxed as if she really wasn't interested."Okay, so I'll pick you up around five, okay?"-Where will we go? Her," she inquired curiously, looking into my eyes.I denied raising an eyebrow. "Let yourself be surprised, woman." You can't be so bossy about everything,” I replied jokingly, though I was beginning to suspect that Chelsea had this typical lawyer air of being bossy and wanting to know everything.She pursed her lips, puckering the corner of it, not quite convinced. "I guess I can do that," she whispered."Now I'm going to kiss you again, then you'll go up to your flat, sleep, and wait to see us tomorrow." - She smiled sideways; so flirtatious that it caused me to return the gesture.I kissed Chelsea, experiencing every nerve ending come to life and light up like Christmas trees. This kiss put every useless part of me to sleep, awakening what n
I smiled incredulously, not quite convinced. I kept feeling that my soul would pay a heavy price."What will you gain from this?" At the end of the day we are not getting married and you will lose money...He denied, interrupting my doubt. Her smile widened, turning the expression terrifying along with a calculating look.—I'll win fucking with you without asking permission at the agency or making an appointment. I'll win when Chelsea keeps her stupid ass on my signature, having no choice but me. There was a gleam of satisfaction in her hazel eyes, before she added, "and I'll make Bradley Dempsey's life hell."Jones's idea was not a noble one. He didn't want to separate Chelsea from Bradley because she wanted something worthwhile for her daughter. Nor because he was doing a favor to someone in particular. All he wanted was to screw over his rival, no matter who he was getting at.His plans were that when Bradley came to see me, I would take pictures of him with me and send them to him
-I will call you."Could you do it when they touch down?" To know you're okay,” I whispered at the end, because I didn't know if he would take it as me wanting to pressure him to explain. Or control his movements. I just worried about him. Before that type of thought did not cross my mind, but since we began to know each other, that instinct woke up in me to want to know if he was well, if he had eaten, if he was upset, etc. Her smile, however, widened before she said, "You'll be the first call I make when I get off the plane," she promised, and the certainty with which she did so helped the butterflies take flight, making me believe that a future was possible. with him, that having a happily ever after wasn't so crazy for someone like me. Will you walk me to the door? He asked hopefully.Right at my door waiting for the elevator, the anxiety that he was leaving began, but it wasn't because I couldn't live without him or I would die if I didn't see him, but because he was actually gi
"I'm not going to deny that," he whispered, falling into my gaze.When our lips met I experienced an explosion in my stomach. It's a combination of you being hungry and jumping out of a parachute at the same time…I've never done it before, but I figured that's what it felt like.The heat was more intense after a few seconds. The moans kicked in after a couple of rounds of stopping, gasping, and continuing. At some point we were on top of her bed past whatever lines Chelsea drew between us. She knew that she was so ready for me when she tried to take off my sweater.However, there was a flash in my mind, like a dim light in the lustful haze, that reminded me that she had been crying in my arms a few minutes ago. It was like a bucket of cold water clearing my thoughts, but her hand was traveling to the fly of my jeans…"Chels," I groaned, torn between my pleasure and doing the right thing, "I'll probably regret this later, but I think we should stop for a minute," I murmured, putting my
As I waited for her to answer the door to take her to the family Sunday, I began to feel anxious because I had not seen her with accessories or jewelry. A rose gold watch and a pair of Cartier earrings were all she wore. We hadn't been out to events together and I didn't pay enough attention the day we met to get an idea if he was wearing that kind of thing.My hands were behind my back, hiding the white paper bag with the Chanel logo on it . I wanted to surprise her."Mr. Dempsey, punctual like a gentleman," he joked as he saw me standing in front of the door. He was wearing black jeans, with a white slouchy mid-shoulder jumper, Black & White ballet flats , and his hair was loose in soft waves. He was focused on checking that he wasn't wearing anything other than the rose gold watch. And since I don't want to cause bad impressions, I'm ready to go,” he added to my silence.Men generally don't see details like what a woman is wearing because we're more concerned with other things abou
Entering the event was different than the other times. The photographers did not hesitate to use the cameras to immortalize my appearance with a woman after many years attending alone. Then we have the looks, which weren't subtle at all. The difference in age was noticeable, that we were both from different firms, and the recognition of our last names. One thing I admired about Chelsea, though, was her ability to walk around holding my hand like none of it affected her. For a moment I was intimidated, but then I thought, 'fuck the gossip', after all, he wouldn't be the first or the last to notice a woman younger than him. She wasn't a prostitute or she had a dubious past. I was surprised when a woman appeared to greet her, saying that she was her old singing teacher. I was shocked when she practically begged for her help, explaining that the vocalist for the event had a mishap, and that she needed a replacement. She struggled until Chelsea relented, though mostly because the woman
So, I had a trip to London scheduled for the end of November. And that was the reason why Bradley was anxious, because he couldn't wait for this trip to check that everything was okay... Although we both knew it wasn't true.Fortunately, I had a couple more episodes that only Bradley witnessed. I think he got a dose of the reality of the situation, that my time was passing and soon there would be nothing left of the Chelsea he loved. That also bummed me out because Bradley was happy with me; we were happy together, but there was a part of him that lived in uncertainty and maybe the pressure was making him duller than he was. As if my illness consumed him. It was when I would get crazy ideas about whether he wasn't being selfish. You know, cutting off his ability to find a woman who could offer him a real future.But then he thought that he had no right to choose for him, that Bradley was solely responsible for deciding if what he was going through was worth it.We had known each other