Episode One

" Can i sit? My seat is held by a lady with her grandson. I didn't want to lift it, ”a male voice speaks to me.

"Yeah right.

The man in the blue linen shirt sits silently next to me.

"Thanks. He blew out the breath.

I've been waiting at JFK Airport in Queens southeast of New York City for over two hours. A flight delay ends up damaging my already ruined Christmas Eve.

Today, December 22, I am officially single. Thrown away and discarded as diluted clothing. When I think about things andasIt could have been with Reed, my eyes betray me and are convinced by the fucking tears. A few weeks ago she was what could be called happy, loved — at least from the physical side — successful and coveted. She was a fulfilled and envied woman.

I, María López, with my twenty-seven years, had the perfect man by my side, a job in the most prosperous and sought-after law firm in the city, without children waiting for me at home and asking for food or time, time that I have employed in profiting from all my hiring and negotiations. For many I am considered a strong and cold woman most of the time.

What people think is worth mothering to me. I will be frivolous, but few have achieved the achievements that I have.

My apartment - although it is rented, I made many modifications - is like a play. All in granite and precious wood. I have given myself the likes I always wanted in the last five years since I was promoted to Chief Attorney. I'm second at the buffet. I have earned everything based on sacrifices, staying up late and without having to give my body to get anything. My intelligence is more than enough. Of course, that doesn't mean it's actually frivolous. I like sex. I know what I like and what I don't like. I know my body, every inch, every place where my sensations are most intense. I know how to get turned on and how to drive a man crazy.

Now I ramble in an airplane seat on my way to Santo Domingo, on my way to an unknown future.

Reed accused me of being unfair and brazen, cold and intensely reserved.

I let.

My boyfriend of three years ago broke up with me about two weeks ago. He proposed to me, and I understood that this was not the time. I still understand it, I still believe it. Despite that, against my principles, I accepted.

"I'm Julio," the man next to me introduces himself.

"Maria," I introduce myself without looking at him.

I pray to heaven this journey ends quickly. I need to step on Caribbean land now.

The voice of the captain is heard, who reports that we will take off in five minutes.

"For business or pleasure?" I hear the man ask me.

"Pleasure. Well, rather it is not for pleasure, but necessity. I take the headphones out of my wallet and look for the songs on my playlist.

"Need for pleasure?" I am good at pleasing.

How he said those words makes me look at him.

He is a man in his late thirties with dark complexions, light brown hair and honey-colored eyes. His lips are full and they draw a wolfish smile.

"Did I pass the inspection or am I still missing?" He inquires with a raised left eyebrow.

The red color of the blush rises to my cheeks.

I'm twenty-seven years old, I shouldn't feel embarrassing or anything like that. I have dealt with more attractive men. I don't know why I feel like a rookie, I'm not a girl anymore. My reaction to this man is similar to the one I had in my puberty to certain attractive boys that I had liked, but I did not dare to speak to them. Julio is not a pretty boy at all. On the contrary, he is in his thirties, over six feet tall, with a muscular figure and well-defined features. Yes, that shirt marks his body and his long legs almost brush the front seat.

"Physical contact would be lacking to pass the inspection."

If this trip lasts more than two hours, I will end up with this manfucking me in the bathroom, not because the attraction is atrocious, but because in the state I am in, any gesture can cause Reed to be completely removed from my being.

I moisten my lips as I savor his in my mind.

His eyes smile. Turn around, lookto the front and ends our conversation.

Does he end the conversion?

"Coward," I murmur. Disappointment fills my lips.

"What did you say? He questions without looking at me.

"Nothing.

"Stupid who provokes and doesn't have the guts to continue."

A complete stranger has the knack of making me want to have sex in thebathroom of a plane.

This kind of momentary relationship is perfect for me.

Perfect right now.

A few weeks ago I would have been self-conscious and put the headphones on right away. Instead, I still hold them like they're damaged.

"I have no husband or children. In fact, no one to occupy my time. I've been repeating myself since Reed left me a few weeks ago. I can be happy alone.

I look at my Versace watch; It is 7:00 pm At the same time the plane takes off.

My mother is waiting for me, eager and eager to prepare for my wedding to Reed. I am going to destroy your dreams: I will tell you that there will be no wedding for a long time. Their only daughter could not maintain a relationship long enough to marry and have beautiful children. I'm already starting to hear his swearing from now on in my head. She went wild with joy when she found out that the man with whom I had been in a relationship for three years proposed to me. As Reed was on his knees, I stopped to think if I wanted to spend my life with him. After having evaluated all the pros and cons of a marital relationship, I decided that it would not be so wise. I asked him to get married in a year, to which he responded with a wedding in six months so that I would have less chance of regret.

We meet in six months and a simple wedding. The guests didn't bother me. We both had little family and friends. I only had my mother and my grandmother Ina.

«There are no friends or friends in the life of María López», I remember with sarcasm

No woman got along with me to the point of generating a friendship.

I am not from clubs or spas. Despite making enough money to remodel my mother's house and own a 2014 Volvo, I find nightlife nonsense.. I have clear goals that no may change  or that I Not  interested in doing so. They all end up "letting me go ass hell", as they say in my country.

Of course, taking care of myself and distancing myself from others has only made this occasion more lonely and painful than I really need.

What I need is a good shot of brandy, a voice inside me tells me.

I am not used to drinking. I don't usually lose control of my emotions, but now I feel beyond devastated to lose my temper.

I see the young stewardess pass by five seats ahead of me. I hope you come over to request a drink. Maybe that will ease my crazy cravings to cry or have sex. And in my default, have sex and then cry when i´m alone.

 What I feel miserable!

I know that I am not the typical woman who hopes to get married and have children, grow as a family and hope to grow old together. Maybe not for now. Maybe my destiny is to be alone until I am thirty-five and adopt a fat, beautiful baby to keep me company.

Sadness has taken hold of me at times when I see office colleagues with their children and husbands. It is the dream of 80% of the female population. I don't think that's what makes me happy. My happiness, I found in the courts and in the pressures of day-to-day work, in climbing positions and achieve do Mand with a position that satisfies and nurtures me, in setting challenges for myself and showing the world that a Latina can be capable of whatever she wants, What the projects that I recently achieved.

Even though I acknowledge all this about myself and I know the shit I'm made of, I don't deserve an ending like that. I do not deserve lies or lack of consideration.

Within days of accepting that we would be married in six months, after giving me his word and agreeing with my opinion, after giving in and without wanting to marry, I accepted his proposal.

And what did he do? Put my foot in so that I fell. He claimed that I accept bribes when I myself know thathe It is the person who has accepted “incentives” on more than one occasion below the expenses established by the buffet.

Reed knows how justice is limping. With eight years at the buffet, he meets all kinds of people and ties up the clientele. He knows where every prosecutor and every judge falters. He knows everyone in the state and those he doesn't send to investigate. He has contacts. They all like him despite being fiercer than me. However, those around him cannot even imagine it. He knows how to do his things. That was what attracted me to him; his techniques and tactics to get what he wants. You can steal a candy from a child and convince the mother that the child gave it to her.

He is like that.

The first years passion was like being in a spider's web. I was the bug that couldn't escape. Unbridled passion… He excited me to infinity. It warmed up and ignited my libido with just one look. More and more powerful, stronger, more of Reed. The physical contact and the attraction we felt for each other was the most real in our relationship. That brought me down.

"Miss, could I have a glass of brandy?" "I contemplate the woman."

She makes a slightly disguised gesture; he eats my traveling companion.

I must admit that he is not bad. It is not a typical beauty out of Greek novels far from it. It's more Damon style from the vampire series. You know he's good, but it's his presence and dark personality that make him more attractive.

I lift my eyestoward above.

"How shameless."

Years ago I realized that my thing with Reed was just something physical, there was no selfless love for either of them. We had been dating for a long time and seeing each other, but I didn't love him like that love my grandparents taught me. It was a benefit having him as a couple. A successful wealthy attorney with a reputation for fear. Each assigned case won. He was a vulture when it came to exercising his profession. It wasperfect for me. Now I know that that was where our problem lay. It was very similar to me. Maybe at another time in my life we ​​could have been very happy.

Now I take fifteen days off from so much voracity from work and run away home with a hateful and petulant man as my companion on a flight of about three hours, maybe less.

How do I explain to my mother, Virginia, that her daughter ruined her plans for a splendid future wedding?

How do I tell you that you won't have grandchildren for at least five more years?

Maybe then I decide to do the in vitro and have my only son alone.