Chapter 53 I Love Your Mouth
By Alejandro
She left my room, and I knew that as she crossed the door, tears were streaming down her cheeks.
I also had a feeling of holding back tears.
When I got to the kitchen, she greeted me with breakfast, like every day, and was washing the dishes from the night before.
"Okay, don't wash anything."
She sat next to me, and we had breakfast together in silence.
"I'll get your tie."
When she finished putting it on, I took her in my arms again, kissed her like a condemned man. She returned my kisses, and I swear I controlled myself because I have pending meetings, and because if not, I'd have my aunt in my apartment, and we wouldn't be able to do anything, but really, I'd have her in my bed all my life.
I startled again.
"Ale, thank you so much for defending me, but what you did was very dangerous. The gun could have gone off, and if something had happened to you, I would have died."
"I would have died if that son of a bitch had done something to you."
I hugged her again, this time just to let her know that she could count on me and that she had my protection.
"If you run into him again, call me immediately, and if I don't answer, call Juan."
"Thanks, Ale. I was more scared for you than for myself."
"Sweetheart, I adore you."
I sought her lips.
She was a magnet for me.
The kiss started to get more intense.
I made love to her all night and also in the morning, and with a kiss, I stop thinking. I don't care about the meetings; I'll deal with everything later.
My phone rings, I don't answer it. From the tone, I know it's my aunt.
Valeria's cell phone rings.
She answered it, my aunt said she was at the company, waiting for us.
Damn.
In the car, we reorganized the schedule.
She was talking to someone in Italy, and I was talking to someone in China, speaking in English.
He was the one who wanted to go out with her and ended up asking why I didn't tell him she was my partner, saying he didn't want to disrespect us.
I answered curtly that I don't publicize my life.
Of course, the tabloids do it for me, but I didn't tell him that.
We arrived at the office, and my aunt was waiting for us, along with Susana. Both ran to hug her, showering her with kisses and affection.
Only Valeria manages to make Susana and my aunt behave like that.
They definitely love her as much as they love me, or more.
When they find out I've arranged with my father that I'm going to marry her, they'll be thrilled.
If they don't already know.
Damn... I have to sort that out, and Valeria doesn't even want to sleep with me anymore, although before the phone rang, we had a moment of intimacy that was leading to sex.
The issue is that she's insecure and thinks I'll replace her with someone else at any moment, and before I do, she steps aside.
I need her.
I'm not going to tell her that I love her and all that nonsense, even though I love that mouth, those lips excite me just thinking about them, and her body, which I also love, leaves me in stand by... but it's just something sexual.
I rewind and realize I told her that I adore her and that I would die if something happened to her.
Well, it's true... and maybe because of those words, I had her again in the palm of my hand. I wanted to give her a million dollars, and I have her just by telling her I adore her...
I remember Daniela, not even a thousand 'I love you's would move her, I wouldn't say it to her either, those words are only for Valeria.
I get scared again.
"I'm here too."
I say to stop thinking.
"Yes, and you scared us too. How could you face a man with a gun like that?"
"They scold me... actually... I didn't think."
"Ale, I already told you today, I was more scared for you than for myself."
Valeria says.
She's so sweet...
Omar comes down from the elevator, hugs Valeria, and asks how she is.
I remember we have a pending conversation.
"Vale, I'm going out to lunch with Omar, don't stay working, but if you go out, please be very careful."
"The idiot is in jail, count on him being inside for a few months or more."
Omar informs us.
Valeria thanks him again.
My aunt tells me that she and Susana are going to have lunch with Valeria and that Emi will join them.
For Valeria.
Wild fascination
A thousand things happened.
The tabloids think I'm Alejandro's girlfriend, and he doesn't seem to mind.
The one who must be upset is Daniela; they call her a slut.
A bunch of photos of Ale and me at various events appeared, always entering arm in arm or dancing very close together.
I love the couple we make, but that's a separate issue.
I took screenshots of every photo where we're together; only Emi knows that. I'd die if someone checked my phone.
He insisted a few times on having a child together, which is crazy. Even though I told him no, the truth is I wouldn't want to bring a child into the world just because of his whim. But I can't stop imagining what our children would be like.
He says I'm different, and I think I act like any girl in love who doesn't know what to do in my place.
The last day in Italy was beautiful and even romantic. We went to lunch, went shopping, strolled through a park like a couple in love. It was cold, and he hugged me. I hugged him back; I love walking like that with him.
I must be crazy because before that, I pulled a model out of his bed. She was gorgeous and must have enjoyed herself a lot with him because she insisted quite a bit on staying a little longer.
When we returned, he slept with a flight attendant on the plane.
It hurts every time he's with another woman, but what hurt me the most was seeing him kiss Daniela. I'm still dying of jealousy; it's something I can't get over.
I'm glad they call her crazy, a slut, and a homewrecker, even though Alejandro and I are nothing.
When he clears things up, I suppose Daniela will make her statement online.
I think I'll stay quiet.
Although there's the matter of the kiss in the plaza, there are photos and even a video. It seemed like we had a cameraman right on top of us, and I didn't see anyone. But phones these days have great zoom and quality.
Alejandro called me to his office, and we talked about it. Luckily, he told me I had his support and that his father wouldn't be mad at me.
When he hugged me, I felt incredibly protected in his arms.
I love him. If he knew how much, he'd find a way to have me at his feet.
I also love his cologne; it's so... manly.
I love feeling like a woman next to him.
I have mixed feelings because I can adore him and give my life for him, but I can't take it anymore. Every time I pull a woman out of his bed, I think he must kiss her like he kisses me, or like he kissed Daniela at the event.
I despair; I no longer think about pride or dignity.
My mother called, and I told her it was an ad. I'd love to be in an ad like that every day of my life.
But it's Alejandro... he'll never be satisfied with just one woman.
Maybe if one day he falls in love...
I don't even believe it myself.
I don't think I'd be the lucky one.
I have my feet on the ground.
Maria loves me a lot, and she would support our relationship, and Susana would too within the company. But Alejandro will marry, if he ever does, a woman of his status. He doesn't even talk to the service staff!
He talks to me because I'm his secretary. I'm cultured, beautiful, and young.
As soon as a few years pass, he'd fire me himself.
Knowing him like this and knowing all his flaws, I don't know how I can love him.
It's a wild fascination that I feel for him.
It was late when he arrived at the office. I was about to go look for Emi. We haven't talked in days, at least not calmly, and I want to know how her relationship with Omar is going.
She's also on the internet; they took several photos of them at different times, and that could create a problem with Omar's father.
In the end, she ended up as in love with Omar as I am with Alejandro.
I have to ask her how she handled it after seeing him at that orgy.
Of course, that was just one day, and they didn't have a relationship.
I constantly pull women out of Alejandro's bed, and they are more beautiful each time, with perfect bodies.
Even though he likes variety, they are all striking.
Many are prostitutes, which is why they are striking and beautiful. They sleep with men of Alejandro's and Omar's socioeconomic level.
I think I no longer have a shred of dignity or self-respect.