chapter 4

- you know what's crazy? – I questioned him. Drunk and with the bottle in hand – to imagine that while I cook a shitty dinner to save our relationship, you sell me because you can't take your bruised ego...

- I called and said I acted on the spur of the moment.... - he said interrupting me.

- shut up. You sold me out, you made that decision without even talking to me, and now I'm going to... I'm going to do what no wife does, spend a night with her partner, because of course, you don't even realize how much weight this is going to have then, just look at the side that recovers your company and will be able to tell your friends... I can't believe we're talking about this.

- I'll take the couch.

- Do you think I'm an immature teenager like you? It doesn't matter if we're going to sleep as far away as possible, but sharing the bed.

I told him going upstairs before we broached the subject again, deep down the alcohol made me question if I was happy to be under that mobster's lustful gaze again, if I really should care about what would happen next, since this one wasn't was one of Call's concerns, maybe I deserved it, deserved a night away from all the emotional weariness and repressed desires that inhabited me:

- Why do you never accept the distance at bedtime? Call asked me as I walked towards the bed.

- when you sleep away from your husband or wife, you lower the flag of trying to make it work. – She said in a low and frustrated way.

- Leonor... - Call said placing his hand on my body. And for the first time it didn't do anything to me.

- no... that's enough.

Call Juice narrating:

I couldn't look at Leonor without questioning myself about the unexpected decision I made, she was completely right, the reason that my immaturity and ambition blinded me from seeing before, had put her on the verge of losing her. And I would have to see the most empowered woman who makes me a man every day in the arms of another, who could be better than me, who could warm her up again. All day I questioned myself about the decision I had made, and I tortured myself feeling even more weight when I saw her coming down wearing a short red satin dress with a huge slit on the thigh, the neckline that highlighted her beautiful busts and the makeup that she had not withheld efforts. She was beautiful and perfect, she was provocative as if she didn't care what happened and wouldn't even try to repress it:

-you look beautiful .... - he said furiously, with a consuming jealousy.

- Dressed to save your business I would say. I'm late. – speechless and running away from me she left by the door, leaving me on the sofa asking me about alcohol.

Leonor Juice narrating:

I got into the limousine that was waiting for me in front of the house, feeling strong and confident, part of the way I had dressed up was exactly because I knew who I would meet, and another was to tease him, to tease Call who was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. , it was as if that was the only way I could ease the fury that was inside me, for feeling like the porcelain doll used to keep a company up. It was as if inside that limousine I was no longer the worried Leonor, I was no longer the married Leonor, but I felt like a completely different woman, safe and feeling good about myself, I pushed away with each glass of imported champagne the feeling of watching my marriage fall apart before my eyes, while at the same time dealing alone for someone who only fought for his business. We stopped in front of a luxurious restaurant, and the driver without saying a word opened the door, I got down with my heels and accompanied him, we walked inside the restaurant to the back part, where there was a staircase, going up I reached the dark ground floor:

- Is here? – I asked but he didn't say anything to me, he just closed the door behind me.

Walking with difficulty, I was walking in the dark sneakily and I felt a shiver of fear run through me, trying to visualize where exactly I was, until I saw a lighted table, there on the terrace with two chairs, and drinks on the table, sitting was Hard, the intimidating mobster. I timidly walked towards the table, surprised, it wasn't exactly what I expected:

- I must admit that I was worried whether it would really come. – he told me as he filled my glass. Still in silence I walked and sat down in front of her.

I couldn't look at him without being tortured by the memories I had with him in a warm, nostalgic moment. And now he was in front of me:

- why did you think that? – I asked looking into his eyes.

- it was just a guess, from a guy who is facing a wife who was sold. Sit down.

Timidly, he couldn't exchange big words, he imagined he was there to give him the pleasure he needed to pay the company's bills. I just looked at him, feeling like a teenager, while I raised my glass of wine to my mouth, I liked the way he devoured me with his eyes from head to toe:

- I don't need wine to do this... - I said, intimidating him with a look and seeing that he lifted the bottle to fill my glass.

- Do what? – he said as if he froze with the bottle in his hands.

- You asked for one night... sex? I'm under your rule, that's what you want isn't it? - I told him intrigued.

- it amazes me to imagine what kind of guy went through your life for you to deduce that. - He told me laughing, and returning the bottle to the table. – I asked for your company one night, one night for us to sit down and talk, it was never about sex. It intrigues me more to know that they deduced this, and yet your husband handed you over like a prostitute to pay for his failure. - Hard was direct in his words, which made me uncomfortable at the same time that let me know that he had no intentions.