Chapter 49 Romantic Ride
By Alejandro
I love it when Valeria gets jealous; it means she feels something for me. It confirms what I once overheard Emi say.
Valeria generally swallows everything and hides her feelings, but we've been working together for almost a year, and I know her better than she thinks.
When I kissed Daniela, she left the dance floor immediately.
She reproached me countless times.
It makes me happy because her reproaches are always veiled and gentle. She would never yell at me, although a while ago she swore for the first time.
That kiss hurt her much more than I thought. For me, it was fake. Daniela doesn't evoke such a passionate kiss from me, especially not in the middle of a dance floor.
She did it because she was getting revenge.
She wanted to show that I feel something for her, and she wanted to show it to Valeria.
I think I went too far; since that moment, Valeria rejects me more than before.
She doesn't believe it was fake.
She's the only one who awakens that uncontrollable passion in me and makes me forget where we are.
I want to have her, to love her without time or space.
To make with her the most magical night of my life.
I startle with my thoughts.
I wish I knew what she was thinking.
She was too serious, and her face is a poem of expressions.
Yesterday, when Ana blamed her for Daniela's situation, she responded with indifference and didn't echo the situation.
Daniela's situation was foreseeable; she's been causing disasters at that branch for a while.
I didn't plan to defend her; we only had sex a few times, and among those were the orgies with Ana and Pedro. Sometimes Manu and Paula joined us; I don't even remember clearly. They are fleeting experiences that leave nothing behind. The last time, I don't know if Joaquín was there. I think Omar, Gonzalo, Ana, and Paula were there. The last time I slept with Daniela, it was to get rid of the heat Valeria caused me.
She thinks she's just like everyone else to me. If only she knew how wrong she is.
I don't want her to think she's the woman of my life either. Yes, she's unique, and lately, every time I have sex, I imagine her, but nothing more. Although, I do want to be the man of her life.
I have the feeling she feels something deep for me, but she won't confess it.
She told me she's attracted to me; I already know that.
I want to be her owner; I'm tired of thinking and repeating it.
I'm fed up with the idiots who approach her. Sometimes, I can't handle it, which is why I ended up kissing that slut Daniela, and now it's backfiring on me.
We settled into the hotel, and she took care of my clothes, my schedule, and received everything that idiot Carlos sent.
We looked at it together.
It's true that if the brand doesn't take off, it's just a money exchange, but I won't admit that to Carlos. On the other hand, if Vale likes those products, I'll import them with my eyes closed.
We met with the scheduled businessmen and also with the CEOs of that damn brand.
Valeria spoke more than I did.
She knew the products perfectly, and when they offered a second brand, she clarified that the meeting was about their first brand and that even so, we would have to boost the brand because in our country, it wasn't well-known or prestigious.
That was a lie.
She handles herself perfectly and leaves everyone dazzled with her beauty.
At one point, I was afraid, given how enthusiastic she was, that she might insist on accepting any condition.
She didn't. She tried to impose as much as she could, making it clear that we were interested in importing, but not at any cost. If we lost the opportunity, they would also suffer, even more than us.
I don't know when she learned to negotiate so well.
I think that on a personal level, she tells me no and then melts in my arms. Is she more in love with me than I think? If so, and I can't break her, she has a will of iron.
She must have willpower because she spends her time studying, and don't tell me she always wants to study or loves all the languages she speaks.
I know how college is; I'm a lawyer, and some subjects were tedious.
But Vale doesn't complain and must study in the little free time she has.
I know I'm demanding.
I admire her for her intellect, her intelligence, and her body, which drives me crazy.
She's definitely not like the others.
She's different, unique, perfect.
I hadn't had any action for several days and needed a release, but I couldn't count on Valeria.
She's still distant.
I swear I want to have her, I want to explore her body with my mouth, I want to feel her, I want to be filled with her, but I don't have her.
I don't have the patience to wait for her.
Hiring a girl is easy. After dinner at the hotel restaurant, I asked the maitre d' if they had any special services, and soon enough, a book arrived on my phone.
I picked the one I wanted, and twenty minutes later, she was in my room.
Vale noticed, I wasn't going to hide it.
Again, I got that distant smile, almost a grimace.
I looked at her hands and thought they were trembling.
She tried to greet me as usual.
I'm not trying to make her cry, but if she agreed to sleep with me, openly, we'd both be happy.
A spectacular blonde arrived, tall, with big but fake breasts, a small waist, an average butt, and normal legs. When I looked at her more closely, I thought the photo in the book was retouched.
Well, it's just for one night, no big deal.
She gave me a blowjob, nothing extraordinary. It wasn't Vale's mouth, but I managed to finish quite well. Then I did her from the front and from behind.
I didn't think much about Valeria, but I dimmed the lights, we were in the shadows.
I avoided looking at the model's face and realizing she wasn't Valeria.
At one point, while kissing the girl, I remembered how Valeria reproached me for kissing Daniela. It's true, I kiss Vale differently. With her, kissing comes from my soul, the kisses are deeper, it's much more than sex.
The way Vale kisses me back is different from everyone else, the way she loves me, no one else has that, and her scent can't be found on any other skin.
I fell asleep, exhausted and not even satisfied with the model.
The next morning, I called Valeria to come and get the girl out of my bed.
I was anxiously waiting to see her and study her every gesture.
The model got up, naked, walking around the room, as if inviting me to continue.
I wasn't interested; I wanted to have breakfast with Vale.
Valeria entered my room knowing I wasn't alone.
She greeted in Italian and politely asked the girl to leave. The girl asked me if I wanted to keep enjoying. How insistent!
"Vale, ask her to leave."
I said without answering the woman. When they were at the door, I heard Valeria, in perfect Italian, tell her that I actually still wanted more, but it was her turn to have me.
I had never said anything like that to any girl.
I went to the bathroom smiling.
She must think I didn't hear.
She must be angry with me and quite jealous.
I loved seeing her on the edge.
We almost had to leave, and we had no meetings left, so I took her to lunch at a local restaurant.
We walked around a mall, and I noticed how she looked at all the shop windows almost indifferently, except for a coat, which she went in and bought without looking at anything else.
"It's for Emi, she'll love it."
She also bought some scarves like the ones my aunt or Susana used to wear, something more for older women.
I wasn't wrong; they were for them.
We ended up walking through a park. It was late, and it had cooled down a bit. I noticed she was cold, so I hugged her to warm her with my body.
We looked like a couple in love, and I felt comfortable with that thought.
She had hugged me, and under my coat, I could feel the warmth of her arm through my shirt.
I would love to get to the hotel and take her in my arms, undress her slowly, and wander over her skin with my fingers.
Thinking this, I pulled her closer to me.
I felt her trust, almost leaning on me.
She attracts me like a condemned man.
I didn't want that moment to end because I knew at the hotel, I wouldn't have her like this.
I stopped under a streetlamp that looked old-fashioned, but what fascinated me was how it highlighted her green, cat-like eyes with that light.
I looked deeply into her eyes.
I slowly lowered my head, searching for her lips, once again enchanted by her captivating beauty.
We kissed for over ten minutes. It was nothing more, no caresses touching her breasts, nothing like that, just kisses.
I don't know what inner force makes me feel something so deep when I kiss Valeria.
I love her kisses, and I love her caresses.
I was amazed at how much I could enjoy her kisses, knowing they wouldn't end in sex.
However, I must admit I enjoyed them.
We got to the hotel and had a quick meal. In an hour, we were leaving for Buenos Aires.
On the plane, she didn't agree to sleep in the bedroom.
I went to sleep and later called her to take care of my clothes.
I want to have her close all the time.
She slept on the couch again.
Knowing nothing was going to happen with Valeria after the last stop, I went for a flight attendant.
Later, once again, I felt her distance.
It was expected.
Again, that smile that was just a gesture, a grimace, imposing distance.