I feel dirty.I feel like everything smells like cum, saliva and sex. Black gets rid of the used condom and pulls disposable clothes out of the glove compartment, offering me one.“Thank you,” I say. “Well prepared, eh.”"You never know," he says, getting my heart to receive a little narcissistic wound.He got the car loaded with condoms, lube, and cleaning clothes. He also offers me a peppermint pill that I accept immediately. How many girls have already passed by your car, without being able to resist this cute snatch?I look out the window."Well," he mutters, " has this round been enough?”I have to admit that I thought the sex thing was just a necessary stop and he had in mind to take me somewhere for us to talk or because he had the intentions of spending time with me other than just fucking against the upholstery of his car.But here it ends, yes."Your mother," he insists, "will kill me if I don't return you soon."I gulp in search of releasing the knot that is tied to my thro
Black Hamilton POVI stay for a few laps driving while taking advantage of the time and the air coming in through the window to be able to think about what has happened.I thought Mina could become a part of this without getting romantically involved, however, I think it's a bit late to think that way. And we all know that these kinds of ties are not at all positive, it was supposed to be a matter of discretion, availability and trust. I feel like she’s failing me in all three without getting, for my part, to avoid a few pints of guilt for not being entirely clear that she can't get involved beyond what I need.On the other hand, what does Vania have to do by consulting Mina about the Mendes? Has she noticed anything from Emmet? If I keep her as my secretary within the management is because it suits me and it is useful to have her around, but I need Mina to open her eyes or anyone will paint a paradise ahead of her and she will believe it without finishing getting right on the politic
Black Hamilton POV“Shit!”I bring a hand to my mouth that drips blood. The taste of iron invades my whole mouth and I spit on the floor in the living room of my house.The thugs have climbed me to the floor and thrown me like I'm a sack of potatoes, those fucking sons of bitches.I turn around, trying to crawl back on my own elbows as I look for something to help me defend myself.One of them, the one who seems to command the others, crouches in front of me and holds my hair, pulling my head back.“On Monday your time's up, you piece of shit.”I look him in the eye with a hatred as great as I've ever looked at anyone before. And I spit in his face.One of them approaches to give me a blow, however the commander raises a hand and moves away from me. He tells him to stop and pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket with which he cleans his face.And he surprises me by kicking me in the stomach that quickly leaves me breathless."Too bad you didn't let me finish, Hamilton," he says, after
“Mom, you can't tell anyone I'll be out all day. I'll be back early Monday and go to work.”She doesn't understand anything. She is taking her medication like every morning, before breakfast. My little sister rests taking advantage of Sunday.“But why the backpack? How long will you leave? Are you sure you're coming back on Monday?”"Yes, Mom," I tell her, as I pour her a glass of mineral water so that she can pass the pills, "I promise I will come and see you before I go to the office.”“I have to go to hospital on Monday. You know it's not easy for me…”“I promise you that next time I will accompany you and I will be there with you. Yes? I can't ask for the day, I already did it in your previous studies. Nora will accompany you, I have already arranged with her.”Nora is a neighbor whom I trust as well as my mother to support her in her visits to the hospital.She directs me a look in gesture of "you're sleeping with your boss, Don't tell me you can't ask him for the day", however s
One more chance.It's all I give Black to choose to go down this path with him. Otherwise, I'll come back without joking. He sends me the contact of a car at my disposal that will bring me back at the time I want it if I see something that I do not like again.In return, I should not ask questions but he will give me details of his life as he sees fit. It does not seem entirely fair to me, I want to know who is the person I have next to me, but I understand that the agreement is useful only for this day, since confessing something that can have continuity beyond it could leave him at a disadvantage. And Black is not a person willing to take all the losses, but at least I can make sure that this does not put me at a disadvantage either.And to kill the silence that puts distance between us, he offers to put on some music."Sure." I say, adding something else while he connects the bluetooth of his mobile. “Black, there's something else I'd like to agree with you.”He gives a snort. I ig
The rest of the day is excellent. It takes me by surprise to start doing activities under a false name. Anyway, no one asks, but it is the way we address each other to call each other or interact.The people of Cuenca are very friendly. We start by going to a viewpoint called "Ventano del Diablo" that belongs to the town. It is a huge sickle-shaped rock formation with similarities to those of a huge cave with other small distributions. The panoramic view of the Jucar river leaves me frizzy, as it closes in a gorge along the landscape. The wind impacting on my face, on my hair makes me feel small before the immensity of nature. I;m overwhelmed observing the terrain that extends gracefully in front of the two.Black closes his arms around my waist, surprising me from behind and leaving me surprised by his gesture. The cold and unbearable Mr. Hamilton surprised his private secretary with a gesture as beautiful as this.“Do you like it?” He asks me."It's wonderful," I admit, without bei
I look at the screen and I look at Black several times. Sure that Mikael will not like the idea of knowing that I told my boss about his message, and also sure that my mother's medical history has been a threat gesture to maintain discretion. I can not do it no matter how much doubts make me uneasy or that happiness must be at times, brief, almost like a warning that everything can overflow at any time.If one thing I'm sure of is that there could have been no mistake or thing of fate in the fact that I decided to contact her. The last thing I need is to bring him one more worry or disgust, I can't expose it.I answer a simple OK before I get to Black and try to compose the face, pretending that everything is fine. And accumulating one more secret to our list.“How was that?” He asks me pointing at my cell phone.“I just wanted to ask my mom if she was okay. What Have you got there? It smells delicious.” I quickly change the subject as we look for a space to sit for lunch looking at t
“Who the fuck are you?”Black walks away from me like I've seen a dead man talking or pulled out a gun that I may have been pointing at his head. However, my gesture of amazement at seeing him react in this way he interprets it as if it were something theatrical."Black.” I insist, without twisting my arm and facing him also standing, “I asked you a question.”“Don't come near me or tell me what you want. Or what the fuck you were looking for by approaching me.”His hands tremble. He seems to be in doubt whether to go out looking for a poker to blow my mind or whether to stay and listen, I try to do my best because I choose the second option.“That's the same thing I wonder. Who is Black Hamilton? Why has he been hiding that kind of information from me beyond the inside of the office where I'm just his secretary?”“You could start by telling me who sent you to ask me for the job and where you've been leaking information.”“I remember you hired me. No one sends me, for God's sake. Only