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
The hotel, where Mr. X is staying, looks brighter than usual. I take a deep breath and walk towards the restaurant, where I ask for the reservation on behalf of X. The young blonde promptly lets out a smile, showing no doubt to he another admirer of him. She walks towards me to the table, where he is sitting enjoying the pianist playing something melancholy, then X turns his face in our direction, unable to disguise the smile to see me in front of him. He rises, approaches me, and holds my hand, leading her to his lips.— It is a pleasure to be in your company, Dalia Penedo. - flirt X.— Let’s sit down. - I reply, trying my best to keep control.He walks away and then pulls the chair, so I could sit. As soon as I get settled, he lightly passes his hand behind my back and then goes to the spot in front of me. The waiter comes up with the hotel’s wine and beverage list, handing me one I thank with a whisper:— Thank you.I open my letter to choose something, although I do not feel like
The door to X’s room is opened wide open by our bodies, his lips take my full desire... I try to remember when we started kissing... maybe waiting for the elevator, no, he was just talking about banal things from Switzerland as I waved my head lightly… in the elevator, no, he just touched my lumbar, sliding lightly as he left me flushed... after the elevator… , yes, he pushed me towards the wall and I couldn’t resist… His hands touch my wearing, undressing my shoulders, as he touches them lightly. I take off his suit and throw him on the floor. He turns me around and explores my back looking for the zipper of my dress, letting it slide down my half-naked body. X carries me into the room , placing my body lightly on her bed, admiring every inch.— Room service. - warns a female voice knocking lightly on the door.He presses his lips against mine and then walks away, putting his index finger over my mouth, asking for silence. I smile and throw myself on the bed, as he fixes his belt and
My face touches the softness of the pillow, as my hands slide through the folds of the sheet, but my eyes refuse to open… I know that from the moment I wake up, reality will be waiting for me, so I prefer to continue in the beautiful dream, where I had the best night of love with X. Just remember I feel my body on fire. Then the image of Juan appears in my mind, I need to get it in my mother, my son must be dying of longing for me and deep down, I also miss him very much.I open my eyes and come across the clock marking exactly one hour late to pick up my son, turn towards the side of X… and he’s not there. I take a deep breath , irritated, once again I wake up alone... New, at least this time there was no note with lame excuses. The night was good, but we came back to reality. I get up from the bed and walk towards the bathroom, where I straighten my hair and find a mark left by Mr. X on my neck, touch lightly with my eyes closed… And put back my dress from the other night. I open th
After the conversation I had with my mother, I return home, where I leave Juan with the nanny, I take a shower and get dressed to go to work, I need to extravasate and forget the words of my mother who are hammering on my head. There’s no way she really thinks that way. Half an hour later, I’m parking my car in the parking space next to Filomena that today came with its own vehicle. I enter the institution, giving good morning to all the employees I meet along the way, until arriving at the office. As soon as I open the door, I come across the following scene: On one side of the room is Filomena biting his pen while watching X who is in the corner of my desk analyzing some papers.— Good morning. - I say loudly, calling the attention of both.Mr. X quickly gets up from his seat and walks towards me, helping me take off my coat under Filomena’s curious gaze. X’s fingers glide discreetly across my shoulders, making me shiver. I smile towards her as I whisper:—Thank you.— Welcome. - an