Chapter 47 - Frustrated - mduno
I dropped Verónica off at her apartment and we headed home. I was completely frustrated. Cebolla had picked us up at the airport. Rata was glancing at me sideways, he wouldn't take long to ask me what had happened. With these two men, whom I consider my friends, there wasn't much we had hidden from each other.
If he asks me, what will I say? Now I'm worse off, more tense, with a damn pain in my balls that I can't stand anymore. The damn abstinence is driving me crazy, it was impossible that all this time had passed and nothing. Cebolla was driving at high speed down the avenue, Rata kept looking, he wanted to know what happened last night with Verónica.
"The weather looks nice." I looked at him, since when does he care about the weather? I was ignored and he kept talking. "Yes, it's nice for resting. Don't you think so, Cebolla?"
"What the hell is your interest in the weather?"
I snapped. I was irritated, ready to take on the world. I passed Verónica calmly, thinking that having her far away would calm me down, but no. I didn't like being separated from her, I felt very different by her side. I was irritated not having her.
"I thought you'd see life differently since yesterday."
He said, suppressing a laugh, and to top it off, Cebolla joined in. If he laughs, I'll punch him. We looked at each other, and he understood that nothing had gone well.
"That's why he commented... that you'd be upset." When did they talk? I raised my eyebrows.
"What the hell do you want to know?"
"Nothing, boss."
We stayed silent and didn't touch the subject for the rest of the way home. Cebolla went off to do, I don't know what, the rest of the guys were at the kitchen table with Inés. When they noticed something, they fell silent.
Simón locked himself in his room, and I went to the office. I had many things pending with the construction company. I took out my laptop, seeing that there was still an hour left to finish the prototype of the apartment I planned to give my girlfriend.
I had it for a year since I delivered a tower of luxury apartments in the best area of Bogotá. I kept the top floor. It was empty with its finishes completed, just waiting for decoration.
I smiled again, last night I couldn't think of anything, but seeing her in the morning in one of my gray sweatshirts and a military green t-shirt, her yellow ponytail, and striped socks with various strong tones. —All her socks were of various colors and patterns—. Her hair, her skin, her eyes, and her pink-painted nails. She had more than eight colors on and looked gorgeous, her apartment should be like that. After all, she was my color palette. Inés came in with a glass of juice, I smiled at her, and she smiled back. She must already know what happened; she knows how to get information and often talks a lot with Simón, but she didn't say a single word.
I stopped responding to emails, I couldn't concentrate on anything, I wanted to have Verónica beneath me, punish her for everything she put me through. Make her scream my name and beg for forgiveness, I dream of her mouth on my dick. —Shit—. I was screwed with this woman, I wanted her to beg me to take her in every way.
I remembered what happened last night. I finally thought she would be mine, her fragile and small body wrapped in mine. Why can't I have her?! What the hell is going on?! I wanted to tell her a few truths and shout what I wanted to say, it wasn't fair to provoke me like that and then leave me with a stiff dick.
Last night, not even cold water could calm me down, I resorted to masturbating. —I sighed, started laughing—. I could go out and screw any woman and... I can't, or rather, I don't want to. I don't want anyone else, I want her, I want to hear her first moans when I'm inside her. —I smiled to myself, tasted the juice Inés brought me.
My desire was to hear her natural moans for the first time, they wouldn't be faked. I ran my hand through my hair and over my face. Well, I had never wanted something so much. My phone pulled me out of my thoughts, and it was her. My laptop also pinged, confirming that the modifications were complete.
"Hello," I smiled, if she only knew how much I wanted her.
"Love."
It came out more like a plea than a greeting. I never imagined calling a woman like that.
"Is something wrong?"
"Yes. I’d like to go out with my boyfriend."
I smiled again, I wanted to kidnap her and have her until she cried, begging me to stop. I was starting to sound like a madman.
"What do you have planned? I gave up on you."
It wasn't a lie. I heard silence on the other end of the phone.
"Let's go out tonight, and let things happen, I need to make it up to you."
That felt a bit better. More than anything happening, I just wanted to have her close. Seeing her, feeling her was enough for me.
"Once again, I ask you to forgive me."
"Where do you want to go?"
A thread of hope grew like a snowball inside me, I need it.
"Let's dance, somewhere we can be alone."
"What time should I pick you up?"
I checked the time. Was it that late already? And I needed to fix the modifications. I'll leave it to Marlon. I picked up the other phone to call him once I finished talking to Veronica.
"I'm at your front door."
I jumped up like a spring, feeling like an idiot, and left the office smiling. I opened the door and there she was, as beautiful as ever, in her jeans and a shimmering blouse, with dusk approaching. This woman made me tread on uncharted territories.
Six hours had passed, of which I bet I worked for one and spent the rest dreaming of the beautiful angel who had just appeared before me. I might be very frustrated, but having her near dispelled the anger inside me, as if calming a nonexistent soul.
In recent weeks, it seems to have awakened, now I cared about things I used to ignore, things that were irrelevant to me. It was Veronica who had awakened it, and that was messing me up inside.
"Surprise!"
I smiled and hugged her. Maybe I wanted her naked in bed, but I couldn't deny that just seeing her near my radar was more gratifying and necessary.
"It really is a surprise!" We kissed. "You have to wait for me to shower and I need to give a couple of instructions to finish something important in three days."
"I don't mind waiting, it will be a spectacle to see you dress and make your pending calls."
I raised an eyebrow. It sounded promising. She looked away, blushing? Yes, her innocence was what had me acting like a foolish lamb. We entered the house, Inés smiled at her, and Simón came in through the back.
"Thank goodness you arrived, miss." He ignored me. "The boss almost shot us."
Veronica suppressed her laughter, and when she felt happy, her eyes offered golden sparkles.
"Good to know." She took me by the waist and we headed to the office.
"Give me a few minutes."
She sat in the chair across from me while I sent the apartment remodel to Marlon. I called him.
"Mr. Roland," he answered on the second ring.
"Marlon." He was a good employee. "I just sent you the apartment remodel that needs to be delivered by Tuesday at the latest."
"I'm looking at it now, are you finally going to take it?" I didn't answer, he understood and continued. "Only three days?"
"Exactly, I want it just like that."
"Budget?"
"No limit, whatever you can't get, tell me tomorrow and I'll make the changes as soon as possible."
"As always, sir." He fell silent.
"What's wrong?" Veronica was looking at me, she seemed nervous.
"The delivery of the three apartments for the Muslims will be delayed if I dedicate one hundred percent to this project."
"Marlon..." I emphasized his name. "Nothing will be delayed, I'll be monitoring and if necessary, I'll help you. I know you can execute the designs."
"I'll supervise the Muslims' project and send it to you for approval."
"That's the response. Have a good night. Tomorrow, the reports."
"Yes, sir."
I closed the phone, the laptop, and took Veronica's hand. We left the office.
"Rata, give Marlon an extra bonus tonight." My friend frowned. "Extra work, he won't sleep for the next four days, you know the value."
"Yes, sir."
"How considerate."
My girlfriend intervened, I smiled at her. We went upstairs and entered my room.
"Where do you want to go?"
The truth was that I didn't want to go out, I wanted to lock us in the bedroom and do infinite things to her, I laughed to myself.
She sat on the edge of my bed, and I went to the bathroom to take a shower, I did it quickly, smiling when I thought about what I would do, I had to fall somehow. I came out of the bathroom, she had laid down on the bed watching TV.
Her eyes sparkled when she saw me walking naked through the room, I liked making her blush, that was one of the many attractions that had me hooked, knowing that she had only experienced such simple things with me. It confirmed to me that she hadn't experienced everything, I was the first man she saw naked in the flesh. And for me, she was the first woman I wanted to care about. The others meant nothing to me.
"Aren't you going to get dressed?"
I smiled, eyes, no matter how innocent, always wandered, and as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.
"It's not bad to look a little, besides I don't really feel like going anywhere," I commented.
"What do you want to do?"
"Something is coming to mind."
She looked at my erection, which was standing tall. Please don't overthink it and let me know you want to take it in your mouth.