Chapter 40: The Cold War

Orely

In anger and frustration, our foreplay is rushed and abrupt. We are now completely naked. He barely detaches himself from me to slip on a condom and thrusts into me brutally. I accompany his swift and sweeping movements as our breaths intertwine. Following his rhythm has been my priority in this present moment, and I feel so good.. I reach orgasm a few seconds after him and he then joins me with a soft grunt. We untied ourselves and lay on the mattress, without a word, hearing only our jerky breathing..

This sudden impulse was the best remedy for easing some of the emotions that had overwhelmed me, and I think it is the same for him.

Hmm, I know I was not myself at that moment, especially when I slapped him, but if you had been in my place, maybe you would have reacted worse than I did. Everyone has their own temperament, right?

It is our feelings that have just been expressed, a reaction to what we've experienced that helps us escape like the heavy episode from earlier in the living room. A moment of release and total dedication to desire and nothing else.

"Oh my God! What are all these stories?" I thought out loud all of a sudden.

I look at him with my eyes wide open, as if something has been driven into me.

"What's wrong?" he said, noticing the expression on my face. He got up to sit on the bed for a moment, then stood up to get dressed.

"I was thinking about everything that you have told me earlier," I reply, rising to my feet in turn.

"It is the truth, and as I told you, you will have to stay here to be safe. I don't want your death on my conscience."

"What about my work?! My studio awaits, not to mention commissions and laboratory reports. Have you thought about that?! "

"Don't worry about that, just tell me what you need for your work and my men will go get it at your place."

"Do you hear yourself?! Are you really listening to me? Did you understand what I just told you?"

He approaches me like a panther in a jungle, looking straight into my eyes with intensity as I back away, taking small steps slowly until my back hits the wall.

"Yes, I know what I am saying and now you calm down." He states firmly.

He suddenly becomes cold and distant, even though I am the one who should be like that! Well, what a cheek!

But so as not to make things worse than they already are, since I've just slapped him, I keep quiet and head for the kitchen to eat a scoop of ice cream to calm my nerves.

"Where are you going?" he asks, his hands in the pockets of his pajamas as he stops me and when I turn to answer, I can't help looking discreetly at his naked, muscular torso.

"I am going to eat ice cream to calm myself down, just as you ordered me to!" I retorted sarcastically, heading off to the kitchen faster than my shadow.

In the kitchen , 10:25 p.m.

Santiago glares at me. He is just narrowly avoiding a mug I have just thrown in his direction. Don't worry, I wasn't really going to hurt him, just to express my animosity. The pretty porcelain cup smashed against the wall and landed in a thousand pieces on the floor. Poor thing.

"Are you out of your mind? Are you crazy or what?! What if I had gotten that stupid cup in the face?" he exclaims.

"I don't hesitate to provoke him further by responding to him in kind."

"Exactly, that was the point!" I replied sharply.

"Orely! I am warning you, don't mess with me! You don't know what I could do to you!"

"What could be worse than kidnapping me or violently assaulting me?" I chuckled.

Santiago stares at me, mouth ajar and bewildered, not knowing what to say. I notice a vein throbbing in the hollow of his neck, and he gives me a look like a hit man before grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. I come out of the kitchen to get my dirty clothes from the bathroom and put them in a plastic bag that I've got in a drawer, and I see him following me.

"What are you doing?" he asks, puzzled.

"Can't you see? I am packing my stuff and I am leaving! I am not staying here a minute longer!"

"I have already told you this is not possible.” He sighs, rubbing his nose.

I have only been with him a few hours in this beautiful apartment and we are already like cats and dogs! Speaking of cats, I'd love to scratch him right now!

Doubting his behavior, I ask him if he is going to stand there like a puppet watching me put my clothes in the bag. Ah, he is getting on my nerves!"

After everything that has happened to me, all I want is to be alone in my garden so I can think and recharge my batteries. But my plan didn't work when he replied without any enthusiasm that I had to stay there.

"From what I can see, you are still as rebellious as ever, hmm." He taunts.

Knowing that I would react like this, he planned everything by forcibly restraining me. He knew I couldn't get away that easily, being six feet tall and weighing a hundred and fifty pounds. I keep provoking him with my answers, which pop out of my head like fireworks.

"Of course it is possible, you open the door and I walk out. Our paths end here!"

"Orely, you are so stubborn," he sighs. This situation is still my fault and I am doing it for your own good. Try to understand that. So until you calm down, I am going to keep an eye on you twenty-four hours a day.

“Ah, good to hear, thanks for recognizing it is your fault! You can do it from afar, but away from me!”