Wounded ego - Part I

A month had passed and things were not going as Carlos had planned. No matter how much he invested, even subtly, it was as if it had no effect on Ana. Which was strange since he never needed to talk more than a few hours or even a few minutes to get the woman he wanted in his arms.

" Should I change my tactics?

he asked Marcos, but he was too busy watching the women dance. - Dude, I'm talking to you!

" Give me a break, brother! It's not enough that this is happening at the office, now it's happening at the club too," he was indignant at Carlos interfering with his evening.

" You call yourself my friend," he said dramatically.

" I am! But you need to take a break from this, look at other landscapes? look at all the beautiful ones," he pointed at the women in front of him.

I'm not in the mood! - he leaned over the stool near the counter.

" How many days have you not taken anyone to your apartment? Of course, not counting the day you took Ana because nothing happened," he said sarcastica