Chapter 44: The Day Trip

Orely

"And I will be glad not to have you around!"

"No, going out will do me good. These accounts are literally suffocating me and I also have groceries to do." He replies.

"Hmm. I will go and change." I utter.

I go to my room to find an outfit to wear. As I approach the wardrobe, the thought of going out gives me a special energy. I scroll through a collection of clothes neatly arranged on hangers. I choose a mid-length printed dress made of jersey and a pair of white sneakers that perfectly complete my outfit. In front of the mirror, I apply a light foundation to even out my face, a little blush to enhance my cheekbones and, finally, a touch of gloss on my lips, which shimmers delicately, adding a note of natural freshness to my look.

Once I am ready, I take a final moment to admire my reflection, and to match my outfit, I opt for a red leather handbag.

On my way out of the room, I pass Santiago waiting for me in the corridor, who does not go unnoticed with his casual chic style. Dressed in a black t-shirt, blue jeans, followed by a long gray-black coat and sneakers to complete his appearance. He is just too handsome.

"Ready? Let's go then." He says and I nod.

Santiago

As soon as she steps out of the room, she is simply stunning, to the point that I can't stop staring at her. Dressed in a patterned little dress that highlights her silhouette and slightly reveals her legs, she has once again shown me that she has good taste.

When we get to the bottom of the building, we get into the car, and all she does on the way is stare out of the window. She always has this way of remaining silent, as if her mind is elsewhere. Is she still confused? Or is she angry? Besides, I have never understood why some bitches get angry over nothing. It is all in their little sparrow brains, which tend to confuse us, men.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask, trying to find out what is going on in her head.

"Huh? What is that? To nothing at all.." she finally reacts, snapping out of her reflections.

I park the car for a moment to find out what is wrong and see her frowning slightly in astonishment.

"Well, sweetheart, what is wrong?"

"It is nothing, I tell you, and I am not your sweetheart!"

She is cute when she answers like that. She wants to play hard to get, I can do that too. I am very good at it.

"You really don't want to talk to me? Fine. We won't leave until you tell me what is bothering you."

She tries to open the door, but I have already thought of that little detail, because with her I expect anything, and I was right before I turned off the engine and locked all the car doors. She lets out a sigh of annoyance, rolling her eyes in exasperation.

"All right, I will tell you why I am in this state. I want to go home. How long do I have to put up with this?" she finally confesses, grumbling.

"Until the situation stabilizes. You have only been with me twenty-four hours, so don't overreact!"

"It is already too long! Give me a precise date, something concrete."

"I don't know! It all depends on the circumstances."

"And what are the circumstances?"

"Yo, your questions irritate me! Do I treat you so badly?" I retort, sighing loudly.

She straightens up, unbuckles her seatbelt and looks at me with sparkling eyes.

"So, what are the circumstances you are talking about?" she reiterates.

"You are still with that? I am referring to sudden attacks that can cost you your life."

"Aren't you supposed to be the famous godfather of the Italian mafia? How is it that you feel powerless in the face of these gutter rats eating away at my life!"

"And who told you that I am powerless ? I am a discreet person and I know what I am doing. So calm down!" I retort, giving her a dark look and she feels intimidated.

To ease the tension a little, I open the glove compartment and take out a bag of dulce de leche sweets. These dulce de leche are simply chocolate balls, made from milk and sugar. This sweet is often eaten here in Mexico and brings a feeling of comfort.

"Look, take some of these, they will make you feel better."

I watch her out of the corner of my eye, unwrapping one, and then after a few seconds, a second, then a third.

"Here is a Mexican who seems to please you!" I said while trying to be funny.

Yes, he is sweet, pleasant and good company. This is not the case with the other Mexican in this car.

Not expecting such a response, I burst out laughing. It is surprising to see how much imagination she has and she has already won me over.

"Quite the opposite of me then, what a competitor he is!"

“A competitor? Don't even try to compete. I would much rather spend a moment with this bag than an hour with you. Dulce de leche wins hands down!”

“Are you challenging me? I am sure I will find something I am better at than he is” I whisper, unbuckling my seatbelt as I continue to watch her.

"Not a chance. What are you doing?" she asks, as I start to get a little too close to her face.

"I am trying to be pleasant," I whisper close to her ear.

I see her shiver as soon as I place my hand on her arm, starting to stroke her gently. Then my lips instinctively slip down her neck to place kisses there.

"Santiago, please step back," she whispers in a voice that is not at all firm.

"Don't you like it?" I urge, nibbling her ear.

I am the provocative and seductive king. Faced with my gestures, she remains speechless, even managing to completely destabilize her. This suits me because I like it.