Chapter 225 - Did you humiliate me? — meters
Arnold
Her body was hot.
"Finally, you recognize it." I carried her. "Now you need to rest."
I took her to her bed, tucked her under the blanket, and she settled in, hugging one of the pillows. I left her room and finished tidying up the rest of the house. An hour later, I checked in on her, and she was asleep.
I went into the other room where I had set up a modern office, started working, and completed my tasks. Since I had a special schedule, I needed to finish several assignments. By ten at night, I was hungry. Before eating, I went to my room to get the first aid kit and took out the thermometer.
I entered Lupe's room and saw her trembling. I got scared. When I touched her, she was burning up. I put the thermometer on her, called Dr. Jones, but she didn't answer. The device beeped, and it showed almost 109 degrees Fahrenheit.
"Shit, Kiddo!"
I grabbed my phone, picked up Lupe, and we went into the bathroom. I placed my phone on the toilet lid, and with our clothes on, we got under the shower. I had no damn idea how long I should keep her under the water.
"Don't scare me, Kiddo, please, wake up."
We were under the water for five minutes, and she stopped trembling. My phone rang. Since it was the latest model.
"Turn on! Speaker."
"Hello, Arnold, I saw your missed call."
"Thank God! Doctor, Guadalupe had a fever over 104 degrees, she was delirious and trembling. She's been under the water for five minutes now. What else should I do?"
"Did she stop trembling?"
"Yes, about a minute ago."
"Is she still unconscious?"
"Yes."
"Take her out of the water, change her clothes, wrap her up again, and I'll text you the name of the medicine you need to get. Order it for delivery, they arrive quickly. Do you know how to give an injection?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"The medicine will normalize her fever. She needs to come by the clinic for a general check-up."
"Thanks."
The message arrived seconds later. I took Lupe out of the bathroom, laid her on the couch to avoid soaking the bed, and removed her clothes. That wasn't a great idea. I realized what I was doing when she was completely naked, and damn, what a body the Kiddo had. I stripped off my wet clothes, staying in just my boxers.
She was just a girl, Arnold! I grabbed a towel and dried her off a bit. She didn't have anything put away in the closet; everything was in her suitcases. I grabbed the first thing I found and dressed her. It was basic, and I tried to touch her as little as possible, but Lupe's skin was beautiful, a lovely cinnamon color. I put on her underwear...
And my eyes couldn't help but look. It wasn't my fault she had a pretty vagina, and it was even shaved. I looked away, put on what I think was a robe. I had an erection. I should be ashamed, but it wasn't my fault the girl had such a body and those breasts.
I carried her again, put her in bed, and covered her up. I ordered the medicine, and fifteen minutes later, it arrived. I injected it into her butt, and I laughed. This woman, tomorrow or whenever she's conscious, is going to beat me with a broom. But it was an emergency, and she had a nice butt too.
Besides, she already knew my penis and my butt cheeks, she had named them... now we were even. Another erection... I left that tempting room. Once I had changed and somewhat organized the room, I went to check on her. She felt cool now. It was midnight, and I needed to sleep. I had university tomorrow. However, I couldn't get the image of Kiddo's body out of my head. She was beautiful, with that lovely cinnamon skin.
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Guadalupe
My phone alarm went off for university. It was four in the morning. I needed to make my breakfast and lunch; I couldn't spend more money than necessary. I got out of bed and noticed I was wearing different clothes... Damn Arnold! Memories of my trembling body, his distant voice telling me not to scare him, came to mind...
Then I got lost in my thoughts. It was all real. He put me in the water because I was convulsing or about to. So, I owe him a favor! My mother always says, "Man proposes, God disposes, the devil messes it all up." I got out of bed, went into the bathroom, and when I took off my clothes, I realized those weren't yesterday's panties.
I covered my face, taking a moment to process that idiot Arnold had seen me naked. How embarrassing! But think rationally, it was a survival situation. I turned around and saw a bruise on my left butt cheek... Lupe, think, it was a doctor, don't think it was that rascal.
I got in the shower. I needed to make some cheese and ham quesadillas for breakfast, and burritos for lunch at the university. When I finished showering, I didn't put on my going-out clothes. I didn't want to smell like the kitchen. I took a short pair of shorts and a sleeveless top from the suitcase.
I left my hair down while it dried so I could put it up later. I’ve been meaning to get it cut but never find the time. I need a salon urgently. I went to the kitchen. This apartment was beautiful, despite its cold and sober decor. Everything was gray, black, and silver. There was nothing feminine about it. My room won't be like this. If I'm going to live here, I’ll make sure to personalize my spaces.
I got busy making tortillas, juice, coffee, cutting fruit, and preparing chicken. Then I laid out the ingredients for chicken burritos with lots of veggies. I love spicy food, but Arnold is Colombian, and they don't like it as much. So, I made two sauces: one spicy for me, as a true Mexican, and one mild.
"It smells good, Tadpole."
I rolled my eyes. It seemed I was stuck with that nickname. When I looked up, I was speechless. He was in sweats and a tank top, fresh from his workout. For all his grumpiness, the guy was undeniably attractive.
"Feeling better?"
"Only because of that, I won't claw your eyes out. Next time, be more gentle with the injection. You left my butt bruised." I blushed, and he held back a laugh as he went to the fridge for water.
"You're welcome," he said.
"And I already thanked you. I'm not chasing you with a broom."
"Got it. Lupe, what's your schedule?"
I finished serving our breakfast and let the burrito fillings rest. I looked at him.
"Monday to Thursday, I have morning classes for my business degree, and I have pedagogy classes from six to ten at night." He made a face. "On Fridays, I have business classes in the morning and pedagogy from two to six. I usually go to Blanco on Fridays. But this weekend, I'm staying to catch up."
"With Sam?"
I nodded and motioned for him to sit for breakfast. I served juice, bread, coffee, and fruit. I've noticed they eat well. He raised an eyebrow.
"This looks good!" We started eating. Arnold had a big appetite, which made sense given his size.
"Yeah, tomorrow Sam will help me with my business studies, and today I need to figure out pedagogy." He had eaten everything.
"Our university offers pedagogy."
"Blondie, my parents pay for my business degree, food, transport, and lodging. I pay for my second degree, and our university is very expensive. I couldn't afford it even if I babysat twenty kids." He got up with his plate and put it in the dishwasher. I did the same, leaving everything there.
"What's that for?" I felt embarrassed to say it was our lunch.
"I understand you study all day on Fridays, right? Just like yesterday."
"Yesterday was an emergency." An emergency involving his manhood; I wanted to strangle him.
"I already told you I don't like street food, and I'm on a budget," he said.
"Hurry up, you're coming with me, Tadpole." I was about to argue. "You'll save yourself the walk, and you made breakfast. It was good." If a moment ago I wanted to strangle him, now I wanted to kiss him.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome, Tadpole."
We each went to our rooms. I brushed my teeth, got dressed, put my hair in a ponytail, then a braid. I grabbed my university backpack, left it in the dining room while I packed two burritos for my lunch and four for him. I also had containers with salad, juice, and vinaigrette.
Yesterday, I bought a variety of containers and special bags for carrying food. They weren't very big and could fit inside the larger backpack with my notebooks. He arrived with his, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and his truck keys.
"Here." I handed him the bag.
"What's this?"
"Lunch. You'll be at the university all day."
"Yeah, but I can buy food..."
He realized the stupidity of what he said. I felt my face turn red. This happened because I was an idiot! I grabbed my backpack and left the apartment. Next time, I wouldn't bother. What did I think? That he would thank me because no one else had ever done this for him besides Inés?
Ugh! I went down the stairs, about to burst. I wanted to pummel him, but I didn't want to cry in front of him. I had enough of him rubbing it in my face all the time.
However, I felt humiliated. I took out my wallet to pay for the bus. I didn't want to be seen like this. I was about to cross the street when his truck cut me off, making me scream.