It had been one of the worst afternoons he had ever had.
The car he was traveling in stopped in front of a house that looked more scary than gloomy, the driver got out of the car opening the car door to help him out, it was a huge residence of the plants with the entrance fenced with steel bars.
Was it a prison or a house?
She got out, pushed her way in pushing the gate bars which let out a creaking sound perhaps due to lack of oil or a warning she couldn't make out.
She walked to the entrance and opened it with the key provided by Gael's family.
She let out that air she did not know she was holding in her lungs.
She entered.
The room was so luxurious and huge, she crossed the hall going straight to the stairs, she climbed each step struggling with that heavy dress that made her look like a princess.
She groped her way down the long hallway to a room that had a red bow on the door, she played it down, her feet hurt and she just wanted to rip that dress off.
She turned the handle and walked into the room.
As she made her way through, she removed that beautiful stick that held her hair up, she almost tore off her clothes, she felt so suffocated. She wanted to cry at the frustration of their reunion. She removed button by button, almost hurting her hands as she pulled hard on the fabrics.
She removed the dress.
Remaining in panties and bra, she sat on the bed for a moment before walking a few steps and throwing her heels as far as she could into the room, she removed every last piece of clothing.
Naked.
Steadily following her gait to the shower.
She grabbed the doorknob with her hand, turning it a little, she managed to open it all the way, she froze as she found that familiar face in front of her.
Gael, who was getting out of the shower with a bath towel covering his lower body, raised an eyebrow at the other's actions. He looked around the other's body.
Alisha, his wife, panicked.
She tore off the bath towel Gael was using to cover his body, and they fell together.
The other's weight did not impact against her as much.
Gael supported himself with his hands, remaining a little suspended, those gray eyes connected with hers, they were so beautiful; they seemed to contain the universe. Gael intentionally moved closer towards Alisha, dropping his naked body completely over the other's, that sudden closeness on her and the scarcity of inches on her face, the atmosphere became tense.
"You're afraid" he whispered hoarsely.
While Alisha's heart was beating wildly.
Gael maintained that intimate stance, still his words were so merciless.
"You feel I treat you badly so you can't expect to get close to me" he spat full of cynicism.
Though his face was so handsome almost sculpted by the angels themselves, his words were too cruel.
"Couldn't you expect that you've tangled with another man at the wedding?" he accused over the other's lips.
"Not so..."
Gael rose coldly, propelling himself a little with his hands.
His gaze was so sharp it made her feel so tiny, this man didn't seem like the one she had met before.
Alisha held the bath towel against her body as if it were her lifeline.
"Don't waste energy acting so deliberate" she warned him, caring little if she saw his body, they were supposed to be married and he has enough self-confidence. "We were a fictitious couple and it will be just that, a fictitious marriage."
"You're a..."
"What? You want to argue with your lord?"
Gael leaned in slightly and held his chin.
"If you breach the contract, I'll get back the huge amount of money I've lent to your family" he released her making her tilt her face a little.
Alisha felt her eyes glaze over.
"Fuck you" she muttered.
Gael who was expressionless, ignored those words which he heard clearly because of the silence.
He snorted
He walked a few steps before turning a little.
"We'll have a feast in the evening" he cocked a smile full of derision, before warning her. "Don't act offended because you can't face the consequences."
"Offend me?" Alisha let out a laugh. She met his gaze with that man. "You think I'm interested in your meaningless warnings!"
"You'd better shut up."
"He's conceited" she got up from the floor, first sitting down and finally sitting up. Dropping that towel covering her body, she brought her hands to her waist. Completely ignoring that he's not wearing anything to cover him. "You know nothing but bark."
Gael cocked a sarcastic smile.
"You want to educate me" he dared to chuckle "You, a person with little courage, hardly know what you're looking for."
Alisha leaned closer.
"It was such fun to leave me with a thousand eyes speculating."
"You give it so much relevance" he averted his gaze.
Gael Williams was a head taller than her, he had beautiful gray eyes, his mane was disheveled and a few drops of water trickled down his temple, he observed that person. His wife had blonde hair, beautiful lips, a little shorter than him, her eyes were blue.
"Relevance? If you want to pretend, do it right!"
"You are so ungrateful."
"If you insult me again I'll beat you" she cared little for what happened next, she wasn't going to let him continue down that tortuous path.
"You're funny" blurted out the man in front of her, those blue eyes were on the verge of bursting into tears and he came with such a haughty attitude, it was funny.
She raised her hand ready to slap him.
"Let go" she struggled wanting to break free of his grip. "Don't come imposing your..."
"What?"
Gael dared to laugh in her face.
"A little status doesn't make you..." she wanted to counterattack being interrupted by the man in front of her.
"It makes you better. punching makes you better than me!" Gael released his grip making her back up a little, she was startled by such a quick change in that man. "You better not come make me laugh by being so hysterical."
Though her words were biting her voice remained gentle, she gave him one last look before walking out the door.
Gael had left with a grim look on his face.
He looked so angry.
Alisha picked up the towel and went into the bathroom.
She showered, returning to the bedroom, she approached the bed noticing that elegant dress, the one that made her understand why her husband had returned early.
It looked extremely expensive.
Of the finest fabrics, and she was sure it would be from the best designer.
However, she averted her gaze to the photograph next to the bed.
Time did use to pass in a hurry, she knew nothing of what happened in ten years, he had made his own way and got his love, he would be so happy with the woman in that photograph. He didn't know.
It was supposed to be his wedding room.
"Husband" he uttered in a faint whisper.
At the head of the bed was the photograph of her now husband with another woman, both of them were smiling.
It was the first time she felt envious.
That woman in the photograph was elegant, exquisite and beautiful.
"Calm down" she said to herself, as she felt that liquid she had contained, now dripping down her cheeks. "You'll be fine."
She wiped away that wayward tear.
And smiled.
Alisha Walsh was not so weak.
Alisha changed her dress.She let out a sigh before daring to leave that room, she didn't think that kind of clothes would suit her so well. It wasn't that she had a bad body, it was just that she preferred her boots and leather jackets.That beautiful residence looked so empty.There wasn't a single employee but the place didn't have a speck of dust, it was a huge house with luxurious corridors, colorful paintings that would be from some limited collection.As he walked down the stairs he noticed that chandelier hanging at the top of the ceiling, it looked like a spider's web adorned with many alluring shades.He headed for the door.Going in the car driven by his chauffeur, he began to regret going to that celebration, there would be no way to escape either, he had his eyes fixed on the hands in his lap. Still lingering in her memory was that photograph in which Gael looked so happy with that person. It seemed like the blink of an eye when the car stopped, the door was opened.Alish
They were a good dance couple.Of course, what everyone saw was the amazing couple on the dance floor.Alisha and that stranger were dancing beautifully.Alisha was the only one who knew what is really going on."You can fight what you want. You'll never be that happy" that guy openly laughed in her face, at her misfortunes. "Williams is not someone looking so vaguely, what could you have to make him see gold.""Will you shut your mouth""You're not willing to listen, EH" the grip on her waist tightened, he spun her around and let her head fall back. "You're just a hook" "You just want to be the big fish that everyone will eat. You're not someone worthy."The taunts were palpable in every word.Alisha could be seen in his ear."I don't give a damn about your opinion" she declared with a smile on her lips. He didn't want to hear her blather.He laughed."Well, you may be that way today. Wait for tomorrow" he raised an eyebrow looking at him in a way she couldn't make out. "Did you see
When Alisha awoke the next day Gael was gone.The house felt extremely lonely.There was not a sound to be heard.The windows were locked, the curtains closed, giving the impression of a gloomy, gigantic house. The opposite side of the bed lay so neatly arranged, it seemed that no one had slept there, on the bedside table there was still that stupid picture of Gael with that woman.Alisha was curious about the young businessman's past, she got out of bed, walking barefoot. She felt the coldness of the wood running through the soles of her feet. As if her limbs were on automatic she went to the closet, the huge closet was made of wood, she grabbed the door and slid it open.There were many outfits, stored on hangers, at the bottom were several cardboard boxes.Alisha bent down and opened one at a time, rummaging for something relevant.She was startled.She found a glass box containing a baseball and remembered that she and Gael had met because of the baseball.She held that box in he
That night I entered that house, it was not by chance, although everyone thought so.If I had imagined that this event would lead us to a grandfather imposing his opposition to obtain greater profits in agreements that did not concern me, but would be the main strategy, I would have given up saving him.That night without hesitation I would have let him die.I would have passed him by.I should never have saved him.I was dressed in my jeans, military style boots, a black shirt and my leather jacket.I walked with my hands in my pockets as I circulated around the area in the company of a ballasted group, I prowled around like a wild beast in search of its prey, every night I saw elegant cars leaving that mansion, that memory is the sharpest thing I possess, I still regret it, that night I should have ignored the bullshit my group threw out."That loud voice of Daniel's warned me that my lack of courage would be uploaded to the networks and mocked for the rest of my days. "See, she's j
I stretched out my arm wanting to reach for my jacket.I barely managed to brush it with my fingertips. That man had to be an asshole, I couldn't hire a security system to protect him.He would be so cheap.There was no security, there was no one, he was stranded almost in the middle of nowhere. If it wasn't for the fact that there was a road in front of the residence, the same one that was facing the sea, when driving along the road you could notice that small garden behind the metal bars."Come on wake up" I begged knowing that I was unconscious, I must be so unlucky. "Don't die" I pleaded so pitifully. "Don't die, don't do it"The ambulance arrived within minutes.When the paramedics arrived, I could barely manage to know that it had been minutes and not hours, I had felt an eternity with every second that passed. That wounded man could die and my fingerprints were in his hair, because it was impossible not to stroke his hair in search of making him wake up."Quickly" the squad lea
Gael disappeared for long hours.He was amazing at leaving, leaving no footprints or traces, in that huge house while he was walking, the only thing that reached my ears were my own footsteps echoing.I went down to the kitchen.I turned on the stove frying some eggs, heated the coffee in the pot and some toast would be the little that would carry my stomach for the rest of the day.I didn't have a person in charge of the pantry.In that huge house there were only luxuries, and food, frustrated at the misfortunes that were beginning to surround me. I ended up carrying the food to the dining room."The gravy" I mumbled, jumping up from my chair. However, as I jumped out of my seat I ended up hitting the wood causing the impact to roll the vase of the vase that was almost in the center and it fell to the floor shattering completely.When I took a step I slipped."Fuck" I cried out gasping. A glass had stuck the sole of my foot.Clumsily I had fallen forward cushioning the blow against
"Whatever" Gael turned completely ignoring that blank stare of his wife's, he walked into the house.Although he liked his oceanfront residence, he didn't want to be the talk of the people who used to drive by in cars circling the area, on 63rd Avenue in the city, ideally he wanted to go where his temple didn't feel like it was exploding.Walsh watched the man walk away.She clenched her fists, really, he turned into a stiff shit or idiot. That man couldn't be Gael, that nice guy. That same one who a few hours ago helped her, what was going on with him.Much to his chagrin he led him in."Hey!" the door hit him squarely on the nose, that businessman had no manners or he really was tired with just a few days living under the same roof and breathing the same air, he must be a joke. Or maybe that's his real personality?. "Williams!" she slammed her fist on the wood.There was no response."Gael Williams, you'd better open the door!""Or else what?" The door was opened, revealing young W
They were together on such a tortuous path.Gael is so attractive that he doesn't need to fake a freezing wall so that looks have to fall on him, that is to say, it is enough to observe his hypnotic blue eyes.He has curly dark brown hair, broad shoulders, long legs defined like those of an athlete, fascinating features and a body sculpted by the gods themselves.Walsh felt he could watch him forever and not tire of it, love him, have loved him for ten years."I can sleep in the guest room" Alisha proposed, watching him return with a glass of juice in his hand."No!"Gael refused."It's too late for you to pretend not to know the terms of the contract." his sneer was palpable in every word. "You're a fool" he ridiculed her.Alisha was forced to sign the contract by her family, so she had no chance to see its contents and didn't understand what it had to do with her move to the guest room."Why?" she inquired.She understood absolutely nothing.She wish she knew his intriguing answer,