Juan’s hand touches my face, beating lightly, then awake and I find his brown eyes watching me, caress his curls, admiring with all zeal the face of my son with an expression as if he was keeping a great secret. Then he lets out a beautiful laugh, turning towards Carlos, who turns around, finding us both awake. My husband smiles as he tickles Juan’s belly as he laughs, trying to take his father’s huge hands. I get on my knees in bed and pretend to be mad at my husband:— Release the brave Juan or suffer the consequences.— I prefer to suffer the consequences - declares my husband shaking the belly of Juan who just laughed.— So be it - I say going at my husband and tickling him. He lets go of Juan and tries to hold me laughing. Juan gets up on the bed and comes up to Carlos — Come on bravo Juan, let’s defeat Captain Carlos.— Ahahahahaha, I surrender, I surrender - declares Carlos, laughing.— We beat Juan - I celebrate with my son, who offers me a huge smile.— Take your prize. - my
— And like every year, after the Casino, we went back to our suite and spent the first morning of 2013 in great and crazy style. And when I say big... – I say maliciously, sitting in my desk at the foundation under Filomena’s curious gaze. — And then I took Carlos to the airport.— Naughty! - says Filomena smiling. — Seriously, I don’t know how your husband manages to win every year at the Casino. I’ve never met a guy as lucky as him...— He’s a lucky guy. - I say, smiling. — I know it will sound strange, but I already miss him.— Ms. Penedo? - calls one of the collaborators at the door. In his hands, a huge bouquet of red roses. I nod and he approaches. — Delivery for the lady.I hold the surprise bouquet, it’s so beautiful, the roses so vivid and the wonderful perfume. In the middle of them, a red envelope with my name written on it.—Apparently you are not the only one who misses. - says Filomena.I open the envelope:May your day be just like you…Wonderful.X.My smile disappears
About a month later...Over time, the flirting between X and Filomena became the least of my problems, as he was now taking turns between Madrid and Barcelona. Besides, for some reason, we had difficulties in finding investors, participants in the inauguration and the projects were in plaster, forcing us to postpone the inauguration. However, it’s not just that. In my personal life, things also did not go as I would like...As promised, Carlos came home every weekend, at least his body was present, because the rest was totally in Lisbon. I could not care if he did not give me attention, because every time I confront him the excuse is the same: work accumulated because of the time he was here. Only he’s not paying the slightest attention to our son. And today is one of those days... I watch from the kitchen Juan hangs on the legs of my husband who is totally concentrated on his computer, totally ignoring his own son, that was the last straw. I finish fixing the counter and go in his an
I look at my wristwatch that already marks seven o'clock at night, we are on the eve of the big day. With the special schedule we had a lot of work to make a presentation to new investors, we put the new associates, we set up something totally new , with X guidelines that made sure to actively participate in everything, surprising me in a way, because at no point did he try to hit on me, showing himself helpful and excited about all that. Maybe he’s just trying to help and if that’s it, I don’t see any problems living with him... until the opening. I stretch in my chair , awakening the looks of Filomena and X who are at the other table defining the places of investors, my back is killing me, as well as my neck. X stands up from his place and comes towards me stopping behind me. His face approaches mine :— Relax - whispers.Her hands touch my neck, massaging slowly. His touch is relaxing, he comes down massaging my shoulders... back... his breath touches my neck... his hands explore m
I drive quickly towards my home, although the path seems to take longer than usual. In my mind, images of what happened still little in front of the hotel. I still feel his hands going into my blouse, mine tearing off his suit as we kissed wildly. Flashes … eyes… her lips down my neck, my hands finding once again her pectoral… flashes. I shake my head trying to concentrate on the direction, but the touch of his hand on my leg, going up until I find myself excited… I don’t know where I got the strength to walk away, take your hands away from me, see your confused gaze. But I did, I fixed my clothes and without facing him said:— Good night, X.He came down without understanding anything and I go off in flames. I finally get home, open the door, turn on the light and go towards Juan’s room where I find my son and the nanny sleeping peacefully. I wake up the nanny and say that if she wants, she can sleep at my house , since it’s late. She thanks me, and then I go to my room, where I can
— Dalia, this is Dunyasha Lebedinski, the other group's project manager. - introduces Carlos. — This is Dalia Penedo and Salazar, my wife.— Pleased to finally meet her. - says the blonde who to complete is Russian, as shows her accent. She holds firmly my hand. — Carlos won’t stop talking about you.— It’s a shame I can’t say the same. - I reply cynically while getting a scolding look from my husband.— Love, wouldn’t you like to wear something more… appropriate?- my husband asks, looking at my lingerie.— No, I’m just fine. - I answer as I face the other. — By the way, what is she really doing here?— She just came to get my reports. - explains Carlos passing me. — Dunny, just wait a minute, and I’ll be right back.— Dunny? - I ask, shocked by the intimacy.— It doesn’t start, Dalia. - says Carlos, seriously.The Russian woman decides to sit on the couch without at least being asked to do such a thing, or maybe she already has that freedom to do whatever she wants around here. I sit
We got off the taxi and stopped in front of the glamorous Sheraton Hotel and already regret not having considered bringing a suitable dress for such a situation. The most I could get was a straight-cut black dress and a loose bun. Carlos holds my arm and leads me inside the hotel. We entered the elevator and my husband squeezes into the top floor, where the restaurant Panorama is located. We exited the elevator and faced the panoramic view of the city. And what a splendid view he has, I try to remember the last time I entered a restaurant that impressed me like that, but I did not remember any. To the right, a transparent piano delimits the bar area, where there is a sign indicating that smoking is allowed. To the left, after the wooden counter, the dining room. Luxury and good taste reign throughout the place.— They are there. - Carlos says, holding lightly on my arm. Then I turn around and find Dunny waving his arm towards us, which makes me take a deep breath, drawing attention to
I open the door and find only darkness and emptiness. I close the door slowly as I release my hair, take off my shoes, and then walk to my room, where I finally take off the dress. I walk into my bathroom, wash my face and lean on the sink as I watch my face. In the corner of my eyes appear slight wrinkles, I have dark circles, look lost, wrinkles of worry on the forehead... fatigue... that woman in the mirror does not even look like me, or like I was before. I’m at least ten years older than I am. Where is Dalia? That girl so determined, who always knew what she wanted ... Where did it go? Dalia, eight or eighty... Who did not allow herself to suffer... to fall in love... to love someone other than herself... Where are you? Where am I?I take a quick shower and lie in my bed looking at the hours slowly passing by my bedside clock... I see the night become day slowly... I hear my cell phone ring in the distance, but my body chose to stay in bed, my eyes watch the hours pass and my min