Se connecterI was sitting in the backseat of my car on my way to work as usual. The one and only unusual thing was Eduardo that morning. That was unusual of me to spend the night with an employee and go to work with him. And the morning was pretty much unusual as well.
I blamed him because of his strange and conflicting behavior but I was the same when he came to the shower to make up for things. Although I wanted to enjoy his kisses and caresses I tried my best to hold my horses so I could do the right thing. Right thing… How do we define the so called “right thing”? Spending the night with the one who is barely known does not sound like a right thing to me. Feeling him was so right though. Falling asleep in his arms and sensing my skin brushing his gently as I was waking up was feeling so right too. That feeling was like home to me. I could imagine myself waking up like that for the rest of my life and this is what I can call right! My gaze caught his sight through the rearview mirror. It was different than last night his eyes had compassion desire lust adoration bliss… Now all that was erased as the sun rose. It was like sun rays vanished all those feelings and replaced them with pure rage. I had to talk to him as soon as possible to sort things out. I owed an apology to him. I heard my phone ringing and I was grateful for that somehow. I was going to be drowned in the flood of my emotional thoughts. It was Bernardo calling. “I am on my way Bernardo. See you in ten minutes” I said immediately. “I am calling you for the bombshell you fool” he said. “What bombshell?” I said with a voice tone that showed my pure interest. “The Sole Food is being investigated because of money laundering.” “What!” My response made both Eduardo and my chauffeur check me if I was okay. “You heard me right lady. Their financial department and CEO are in pre-trial detention already.” “Send our lawyers to see if there’s something that would concern us. We are about to sign a contract with them and that’s why we interacted for a long time.” “Already sent darling but I don’t think there is anything to concern us.” “How do you know?” “It’s because Alvarado’s reported them.” “Do you mean The Alvarado Group?” “What’s with the Alvarado Group?” said Eduardo with a lot of interest. “Yes Pedro Alvarado has reported them himself” said Bernardo. I was talking to Bernardo but Eduardo’s eyes were on me with a lot of interest and wonder. “Isn’t it strange Bernardo? I mean they had no business interactions as far as I’ve known right? They aren’t even investing in the same industries. The Sole Food is all about catering and tourism on the other hand The Alvarado’s are in construction and software majorly. I am sniffing a gas leak how about you Bernardo?” “Same here!” We were passing by my favorite coffee shop so I had to hang up the call. “Let’s talk about it once I am there. Gotta grab a coffee.” “Okay see you.” “Tada…” “Ma’am pardon me for my curiosity but did you mention Alvarado Group? As in the CEO Pedro Alvarado?” “Yes I did. Why are you asking? Do you know about them?” I stopped my chauffeur before Eduardo’s response or else we were about to pass the coffee shop. “We need to stop by here for a coffee.” My chauffeur would be getting my coffee for me as usual but I wanted to be alone with Eduardo. So getting a coffee with my bodyguard’s watch would be a great idea. “I am going to get my coffee myself this morning. I am craving some pastry it’s better for me to pick myself” I said. “I asked you a question” said Eduardo impatiently. “We are going to be talking about it while getting coffee Eduardo be patient.” He got off the car and opened my door. “Sole Food was being reported for money laundering by Alvarado Group” I said. His facial reaction was like he heard about the news that he already was waiting for. “Yes that’s the company that you warned me about at the masquerade. Thank you so much Eduardo. If it weren’t for you the contracts had already been signed by our end by now.” “I guess I was lucky that night.” “No I am the lucky one. You protect by all the meanings.” “I do my job” he said back to his seriousness. I wanted to link his arm as we were a couple, to take a step to Eduardo but he stopped me. “I don’t think this kind of service would define my responsibilities of this position right?” “Eduardo I am sorry for this morning. You have all the rights to be mad at me. My mind is as messed up as yours.” “I am not mad at you. I am mad at myself. I shouldn’t have crossed the lines at first. I am just a bodyguard just a servant of yours… It was just a night that you couldn’t resist that’s it. I have no right to ask for more. I cannot carry a relationship with you after all aren’t I?” He was probably thinking about all these when I was up. Although he was right I didn’t want to accept it. All I wanted was to be close to him. I don’t know maybe I was fallen for him maybe I already fell… I was about to tell him that’s not true but I heard a voice from my past to turn my head. “Oh my God! Emily is that you?” he said. Oh that was not the right time that was so not the right time… I desperately carried my eyes between Eduardo and Benjamin my college sweetheart.I have always been my daddy's spoiled little girl. All I needed to do was snap my fingers to get things done for me. I remember one day Dad invested in a chocolate factory because I loved their salted caramel chocolate bars. The factory decided to stop producing those bars, and that couldn't stand with me being upset, so this is how CarEmily was born. I was just eight years old when that happened. He bought me a Lamborghini in every color and shade for my first car. He told me that I would be riding matching cars with my outfits. He was my rock. I knew when it all fell down, even then Dad would be the one by my side. He would take my words no matter what. It was like his entire existence was dedicated to standing by my side all the time. Not only was I feeling blessed to have such a father like him, but I also knew that I had to choose a dad like him for my future children. As the luckiest daughter on earth, it would have been such a struggle for me to witness my kids growing up in th
Two nights in a row... I was in his arms two nights in a row, and it was getting better. This time we had shed our hesitations along with our clothes or, in our case, torn them apart. I have to admit, I liked confident Eduardo better. He switched from acting like a humble servant who had to please his Madame to a passionate lover. The best part? The process didn’t require much time.I’ve been in relationships before, had affairs, and spent nights in men’s arms... But I’ve never felt like this. I felt like the missing piece of a puzzle finally placed in its spot. The second night already felt like the two hundredth in a row to me. It was silly maybe I was drugged by my recent orgasms but that was the feeling.Being in Eduardo’s arms through the night’s silence, enjoying his pecks on my forehead every two seconds, could be called peace and security.My unpleasant voice broke the silence. “I have to go now,” I said.Eduardo refused. “No, you don’t.”“Yes, I do...”“No, you don’t...”He l
God! I love Eduardo's facial expressions and the traffic of feelings from his thoughts. It is purely amusing to see him thinking between what he wants and what is right. I could tell what he was thinking just watching him frowning, clenching his jaw, moving his eyes as he calculated the results of his actions and his heartbeat despite all the things...His lust was like walking around in the room like a third person that Eduardo tried to control, yet he didn't want to. I could tell he was reminding himself that we were at my parents' mansion; he didn't want to get caught. That was too risky for an affair..."Eduardo?" I said. "Do you want it, or no?""You know the answer," he said with a sigh. "But...""Na, ah ah! No but!"I saw his eyes wandering around the room; he was trying to convince himself that he was doing the right thing with an inner talk. I could tell that easily.I felt my knees getting sore against the harsh fabric of the carpet, so I sat next to him, on the edge of his
Benjamin looked like a smudge on our antique, walnut wood, hand carved, deep burgundy, tapestry upholstered couches. Behind him, the painting Adoration of the Magi by Rembrandt hung on walls covered in subtly patterned oak leaf embossed wallpaper in soft sage green. My father was standing, unlike Benjamin. He was beside the antique Chinese vase that rose above his knees. Mom was sitting on the armchair that was placed on the other side of the vase. The reflections of the crystal chandelier overhead danced across the marble floor beneath my feet, its warm ivory veining glowing against the room’s muted earth tones. I was confused, frustrated, scared, and brave at the same time. Confused because what the hell was Benjamin doing here? Frustrated of assuming that he caused my dad's rage against me. Scared of my dad's anger, obviously, yet brave enough to stand behind my feelings and determined to continue a relationship with Eduardo. “What took you so long?” asked Benjamin shamelessly. Hi
Eduardo’s lips moved over mine, his hands locked around my waist, his pulse racing under my fingertips as I traced his neck. For a moment I forgot who I was, where we stood, what time it even was. Then came the low rumble against my mouth. He was fighting to stop kissing me and still trying to do the right thing. “I have to quit now,” he murmured between kisses. I pulled him closer. “No, you don’t.” “I swear I do.” ''Only swear that you are mine.'' ''It would break my heart, if you have doubts about that.'' ''Then, you'll stay. This is my command.'' I said. My little play made him giggle. ''I am all yours Emily but I have to quit. I cannot get paid by you, I am a man with pride.'' ''So your pride makes you let your woman to be guarded by somebody else?'' ''Do you think my woman may need to be protected?'' ''So you think that; a men with pride like you, will be with a woman who will allow her man to be guarding some other woman? Really, Eduardo? What are you going to do when y
You know those moments when everything keeps crumbling no matter how hard you fight? I was living one right then. Whatever was between me and Eduardo felt like an itch I couldn’t scratch. Was it guilt? Fear of losing him? I couldn’t name it. I’d fought tooth and nail to carve out a few minutes to talk before work. Benjamin’s interruption was bad enough, then the real problem walked in. Before I knew it, I was locked in Benjamin’s arms. He didn’t hesitate; he crushed me against him right in front of Eduardo. I twisted to look back. Eduardo stood rigid, jaw clenched, eyes shut, knuckles white around his wrist. “Damn, girl! You’re smoking hot as always. Let’s skip straight to my penthouse.” Benjamin was the walking cliché of the high school bad boy. Baseball captain, reckless, crude, the kind of rebel teenagers swoon over and adults see for the loser he is. I was the It Girl; the whole school crowned us the perfect match. Teenage brains get influenced easily so they are wired for mist







