Semua Bab Mr.X: Bab 61 - Bab 70

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 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

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

Filomena stares at me, paralyzed, maybe I rushed into throwing all that information in her lap, but now it doesn’t matter anymore. I was already at the limit with everything I had been saving, all those feelings, I needed to go beyond, even my friend is not the best option. She opens her lips a few times, but can’t formulate anything to tell me.— Ladies, it’s time for the speech. - warn the ceremonialist.— We are going. - I reply, still facing Filomena, who is still in shock. Secure in his arm and the swing. — Filo, we must go.Filó moves my hand away and walks towards the improvised space for the speech, where is X who faces us smiling and then closes his face: he knows. I hasten my step and stop in front of her, but she refuses to look at me:— Filomena, please say nothing. - I ask.She passes by me and keeps walking until she reaches the stage, where she stops in front of the microphone, takes a slight look in my direction, and all I feel is that I’m lost.***As words come out o

I open my wardrobe and start choosing the cold clothes I will take to Lausanne. I smile thinking about the happiness that X will have to see me at the airport and how these days will be wonderful. And if we follow what I have in mind, those days will be few. Therefore, I will have to go back ... and do it more often... who knows, even live there? Juan would love to have snow daily, I’m sure little Carlos would visit our son and when it was, would take Dunny the strap. Maybe in time I’ll start to accept in my life. A life where Carlos would no longer be present, but the X. Will he accept Juan willingly? Of course, the first thing that pops into my mind is: If he is the father, he will undoubtedly be willing to meet his son and raise him. I shake my head, disappearing with all those thoughts, one day at a time. I lie down to sleep, but my anxiety only allowed me to think of X.The next morning, I wake up Juan early and take him to my mother’s house, who makes sure to say that he is in t