On the corner of 448 Hill St, right in front of the Downtown, Alan waited for Samanta. He looked at his watch and saw it was 7:53 pm. His date would be there any minute. He told her they would be having dinner at the spot they shared so many times before. The Hill Street Pizza. Where Samanta had the pleasure of devouring all sorts of pizza. Her favorite, the Burrata Pizza. He smiled melancholically remembering that time, when they had just started dating and he loved taking her to dinner here. But in reality, his plan, that night, was another.
Samanta always mentioned how she wanted to go to a specific restaurant, one of the most exclusive restaurants in town, and it was on the terrace of that very building. She longed to try those delicious looking dishes, prepared by culinary experts, and delight on exquisite cocktails. However, he never managed to land a reservation at the Perch LA.
That night, he would grant her the evening she had always wanted.
He fixed his waist coat and checked his breath on his right hand. He was extremely nervous. In his left hand he carried a beautiful red rose and he paced back and forth. Suddenly, he stopped and he lost his breath when he saw Samanta come out of a taxi. She was wearing the blue dress he gave her and she looked ravishing. Her brown hair cascading over her shoulders. She was gorgeous. Alan gulped and approached her.
“Sorry, Alan, traffic was terrible” she apologized.
Alan shook his head, trying to snap out of that spontaneous trance he was diving into.
“Don't worry” he said, looking at her with his face like an idiot. “You look stunning.”
Samanta smiled shyly. Alan took her hand and hand her the rose along with a sweet peck on her cheek. Sam could not help closing her eyes, but when she did, Dominik's face came to her mind, haunting her. Unconsciously she wished it was him with her, not Alan.
“Shall we?” He asked.
Samanta nodded and headed over to the entrance of the pizza parlor, but Alan walked in a different direction. She frowned.
“Where are you going?” He asked.
Alan stopped by the entrance to the building and gave the lady a devilish look, extending his hand out to her.
“Come on!” he urged her.
Samanta looked at him in untrustingly. She felt a little confused.
“Where? It's here!” She said pointing her finger towards the Hill Street Pizza.
“We have different plans for tonight” Alan gave her a broad smile and looked up to the top of the Downtown.
Sam followed and put her hands on her mouth, mothering a scream when she realized what he meant.
“Oh my God! Are you serious right now?”
Alan nodded in confirmation.
I turned to the man who was talking to me. There was something in that voice that made me evoke a thousand memories. I looked at him carefully for a while, because although his face was very familiar to me, I couldn't place him. I opened my eyes like saucers and my heart stopped for a fraction of a second when I recognized the owner of those green eyes that were looking at me. In front of me was the personification of all my fears, traumas and insecurities. The man who served as a benchmark to compare all the people who came into my life after him. It was a beautiful vision, and at the same time a nightmare come true. “Antoine,” I said his name with difficulty. If the mere memory of him stirred up a lot of emotions in me, can you imagine “what his presence did to me?” The imposing figure of a six-foot-tall man lay before me. His eyes were greener than I remembered them and he had a beautiful smile (the one that brought out a couple of dimples in his cheeks) plastered on his face. He
I shook my head hard to concentrate on my friend's voice. She kept talking, but I stopped listening to her for a moment because I was thinking about Harvey, the gorgeous blond I met two months ago on one of my many girls' outings with Gabrielle, and who I started dating four weeks ago. He was divorced and had two young children. All my life I was reluctant to have anything with a man with children, because my policy was always: If I can buy a new car, ¿why buy a used one? This thought became ingrained in me as a result of living with my stepmother. It's not that our relationship was bad, but I remember a couple of times I tried to make her life miserable, just for fun. I was afraid that divine justice would take its toll on me for those years of rebellion and headaches I'd caused Valerie. But there was something about Harvey that appealed to me so much. He was very direct and upfront. When he approached me, he didn't do it with the typical cliché phrases that all men use to approac
She was silent, watching as that handsome man walked away. She didn't understand why she couldn't stop looking at him. She had seen handsome men many times. His father lived surrounded by them. Athletic men with heart-stopping butts. However, there was something about… Damn! h e didn't tell her his name a n d h e wanted very much t o know. h e hit his forehead as h e remembered how h e treated him. "How stupid I am. At this rate, I'm going t o be alone." She couldn't help but feel like a fool for being so rude t o him. Perhaps his intentions were sincere… or perhaps not. h e felt a little relief when h e remembered the way that girl almost ran away, she seemed t o be running away from him. Maybe h e was a lout a n d deserved every one of his mistreatment.Anyway, h e decided not t o think about it a n ymore. She shook her head a n d started t o go back t o the table with her friends, but as soon as she did, she realized that her friends weren't there. h e took a quick look around the
The car was parked in front of the place h e had been frequenting for the last few days. It was a good place t o dance (he loved t o dance) a n d have a couple of drinks in the company of a pretty woman. h e met Melanie in New York a n d since then she accompanied him o n his tour. That's how h e wanted it, a n d although August didn't need the woman who was willing t o have a good time with him, she was perfect, because she was funny a n d undramatic. (At least it seemed that way at first) I didn't understand how his attitude changed in a matter of three days.He shook his head a n d cleared his mind. I didn't want t o think about that. h e was ready t o celebrate that night h e appeared in the place h e had dreamed of for so many years. For every illusionist, the MGM Grand Garden Arena was a statement that h e was reaching the pinnacle of his career. His parents knew it a n d that i s why they traveled from Scotland t o accompany him. Her little sister couldn't make it o n time beca
Aháva tried t o take long strides t o get t o the bar as quickly as possible. The club was packed a n d people seemed t o be possessed by some kind of demon of lust, as they groped each other while dancing grotesquely. The blonde looked at the couple o n her right a n d couldn't help but shudder. Could it be that they did not know about the existence of hotels? God! She didn't understand why she agreed t o go t o that place with her friends, if she never liked going t o places like that. She was more of mountains, rivers a n d beaches. h e liked t o be in contact with nature while enjoying the silence or reading a good book. I had known Lauren, Jessica, a n d Alicia since I was eight years old. h e had just moved with his parents t o California. They lived in the same neighborhood a n d went t o the same school. Since then they were inseparable friends.Aháva was about t o turn nineteen a n d college was just around the corner. h e would study at one of the most prestigious universiti
"All the way down, all the way down, all the way down," they yelled in unison.The girls tried t o encourage the youngest of all t o drink the entire contents of her glass in one sip. However, the blonde with green eyes could not do it, because she did not like the taste of tequila or a n y alcoholic beverage. I didn't understand how there were people who drank liquor until their livers dried up, if the taste of alcoholic beverages was so awful.She licked her lips, wrinkled her nose, a n d put the glass back o n the table.Aháva grimaced a n d wiped the corner of her lip with the back of her hand.-I do not can. It's disgusting,” h e yelled, due t o the high volume of the music. How do they make you drink this? It i s awful!—Booo. Don't be a spoilsport,” the eldest of all spoke up. Lauren, a pretty woman about six feet tall, slim, with black hair, gray eyes, a n d white Caucasian skin."You said you'd have a couple of drinks with us," Jessica, the giggling redhead with black eyes a