As I looked at the German man and watched him walk away, I sighed. Perhaps I had judged him too quickly before getting to know him, but I couldn't help it.I didn't like bosses, but I knew I wouldn't be able to start a shop and have enough to survive with my son, although I had never tried...I looked at my little one and that small smile showing his tiny teeth, I loved it. And what can I say about his dimples...I swallowed my pride, and before Stefan walked away further, I said:"Mr. Schmidt, would you like to have dinner with us?"The German, who didn't expect that, stopped as if his feet had become glued to the ground. Was I really being kind to him?He turned slightly puzzled, but to not show it or let me know, he gave me a faint smile.I had pursed my lips. For the first time, I saw a smile that didn't portray him as a relentless casanova. That smile was genuine, and perhaps even affectionate.I couldn't help but become entranced while looking at him. He had never shown that smi
I got up from the floor and approached the kitchen.I looked at the dishes he was preparing and then at him. I pointed to a rolled-up pastry dusted with sugar and a scoop of ice cream, and asked:" What 's that?""Strudel. Have you never tried it?" I shook my head. "Well, today you'll have the chance to taste it. It's a pastry that contains various fruits as filling, especially apples. It's truly one of the best desserts in Germany.""Apple? Does this have apple in it?" He nodded. "Adri can't have apple; he's allergic.""It's alright, for us..." he looked up, thinking. "Actually, I'll leave you the recipe so you can make it with a different fruit. What do you say?""Alright." I approached the fridge and opened it.I grabbed a Coca-Cola and offered it to the German man.Once dinner was ready and the dining table set, the three of us sat in the chairs and without further ado, began to eat.Stefan had prepared several dishes, which were: Sauerkraut, a type of finely chopped and fermented
Over the next two weeks, Katia tried her best to avoid Stefan, but being her boss, she had no choice but to comply with his instructions. Nonetheless, she attempted not to be alone with him.Joshua and Madeleine found amusement in her situation, as she had confided in the brunette about it. Joshua frequently spoke with Oscar, keeping him informed about how Katia and their son were doing. Oscar reciprocated, updating Joshua about his own situation and plans.After the dinner at her secretary's house, Stefan tried to get closer to her, but Katia distanced herself even further. She wouldn't speak to him, and if she did, it was only the bare minimum.At the beginning of the third week, Katia found herself giving a speech for the company's party at the Maynard branch. The elevator doors opened to reveal a tall, slim man with a well-exercised body, captivating blue eyes, and a mixed-race background that gave his skin a warm tone. He had very short, curly dark hair and a light stubble. His
That night, when they returned from having dinner with their friends, Oscar walked his girlfriend to the apartment door.She inserted the key into the lock and turned to him. They stared into each other's eyes in silence, waiting for the other to say something, but neither spoke.Oscar took her hands and gave her a warm smile."You should go in. Adri must be wondering why you're not home," he said."Adri is probably asleep, and he knows I went out for dinner," she said, shaking her head. "Oscar, why don't you come in, and we can have a drink? You mentioned this morning that we need to talk.""I can't have alcohol," she looked surprised. "Not even a beer.""Still... you could stay the night," she insisted. As he was about to respond, she cut him off. "I've been waiting for you to come back for three years. I'm afraid you'll leave, and tomorrow everything will feel like a dream. Please, stay.""You won't stop until I come in, will you?" She nodded. He got the message. "Alright, but don'
"Are you asking me to marry you because it's possible that...?" She couldn't even speak."No, of course not, darling. I really want to marry you, regardless of whether I'm sick or not. If it were up to me, I would have married you when I met you five years ago," he wiped away the tears running down her cheeks. "You know how I feel about you, and I wouldn't mind reliving every moment as many times as necessary to be with you.""I know, but it's just that... it's just that..." She pressed her lips together and smiled, while tears continued to stream down her cheeks. "Of course, I want to marry you, Oscar....The next morning, on the way to work, Katia was very pensive.She tried not to cry so Oscar wouldn't see her that way.She was trying to come to terms with what her boyfriend had told her. For her, the thought that he might leave her alone again shattered her heart into a thousand pieces."I would have preferred he hadn't come... or that you hadn't told me anything," she thought ag
She looked at herself for a few seconds and then cast a suspicious glance at the brown-haired man in front of her. He began to walk, pulling her along, but Katia refused to walk that way.Before entering the elevator, she managed to break free. She didn't want to go anywhere with him.Once inside, they both stood on opposite sides of the elevator. She didn't want him to touch her, and she didn't understand why she had to accompany him.The young woman leaned her arm against the elevator wall and looked at the ring on her right hand, on the ring finger. Was it okay to marry Oscar knowing that he could die?She had been thinking about that all night and all day. She was afraid he would die after they got married.They got into the elevator, still in silence.At the door of Pro-novias, Katia was taken aback. She hadn't expected to have to accompany him to this place. She glanced sideways at the German man and raised an eyebrow when she saw him smiling.Annoyed, she asked, crossing her ar
He placed the photo in his wallet and then tucked it into the inner pocket of his dark gray jacket before getting up. He walked over to her and when he was in front of her, he asked:"Turn around, please."She turned around and looked at herself in the mirror. Undoubtedly, that dress suited her better than the others, and it seemed to be her size. She began to touch the skirt, and a small smile formed on her lips.It was the first time she had seen herself so beautiful, but she couldn't see herself getting married in that dress.Thanks to the mirror, she could see the expression on Stefan's face as he watched how the dress fit her. The silhouette of her body was well-defined due to how the fabric clung to her.He placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly moved them down her arms. Stefan's touch on her skin caused Katia to tense up.Her breathing became shorter as the German man's hands traced down her ribs and then across her abdomen.She could feel electricity running through her
From time to time, Katia turned around to check on her son and smiled when she saw him asleep. She rested her head against the headrest and turned it to the right with a sad expression, gazing out the window.Her mind kept circling back to what she had done the day before. Was it the right decision to marry someone she despised? Even if she regretted it, there was nothing she could do now; she was Mrs. Schmidt..."If I may say something, I think it would be better if..." the German began."Don't even think about suggesting that we should live together. Adri's father is Oscar, and I don't want my son getting attached to you," she interrupted without looking at him."I still think that would be the most normal thing to do. We were registered as husband and wife at the Civil Registry, and as such...""I said no. I won't leave the apartment that Oscar bought, and you won't enter it.""Why are you so stubborn?""I'm not stubborn, Mr. Schmidt. I don't want you in my life, and you've already