Chapter 56 Are you planning to get married?
By Alejandro
Omar didn't show up; he's definitely more hooked on Emi than he wants to admit.
I'm with Gonzalo at the restaurant we usually go to.
Now I'm having a conversation that's more or less similar to the one I had at noon with Omar.
"Are you thinking about getting married? Are you crazy?"
He seems really shocked.
"You're totally in love with Valeria."
"No, cut it out, both you and Omar are wrong."
"Dude, get a clue. When I told you I wanted to sleep with her, you flipped out, you marked your territory, you never let her go, at the event you were all over her when you danced with her, then you saw her dancing with someone else and almost hooked up with that slut Daniela just so she would see you. Isn't it enough that you already have girls in your bed? Why do you do that to her?"
"At first, it was a coincidence, then it was to annoy her, and now... I want her to know that if she's not with me, there are other women."
"But you were with her yesterday and this morning too. What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm right."
"About what?"
He asks, puzzled.
"I'm here, proving that I don't love her, not enough."
"Not enough?"
"Exactly."
"Ale, you've been in love with that woman since you met her, you're here to fool yourself. I saw the video, you confronted an armed guy, you had your bodyguard and two backups inside the company."
"But Valeria... it was her ex-boyfriend, he aimed at her head and heart, damn it, if I had seen who it was before, I would have really killed him."
"You confronted him without seeing who he was, you can't say you don't love her."
"I feel something, but tonight I'm going with someone else, then I'll figure it out and propose to her."
"Ale, stop messing around. Marry her?"
"My father demanded it."
I say very seriously.
However, Gonzalo laughed out loud.
"You offered him a million dollars."
"And I got her in exchange for a few words..."
"She's in love with you, that's undeniable, she's put up with a lot from you."
"She's my secretary."
"Without a doubt, she's an excellent secretary and much more than that, she's on par with the best directors, she knows the company better than anyone, but you know you don't treat her like a director or a secretary, even your dad likes her."
"My dad adores her, and my aunt, don't even get me started."
"At the event, they were toasting with Emi and Susana."
"Yeah, I always forget to ask since when my aunt and Susana have that kind of relationship with Emi."
"Emi is also a beauty."
"Yes, she's gorgeous, it also took Omar months to win her over with the shelter issue."
"Are you sure he won her over?"
Actually, I think she's going to end up dominating him, but those words are left unsaid, and the three of us know it.
"Look at that woman, she looks a bit like Vale, I'm taking her tonight."
"Why does she look like Valeria?"
"I didn't say that, she's beautiful."
"That's exactly what you said, haha, I'm going for that brunette over there. What a pair of tits!"
A wink, a signal, and we already had both of them by our side.
It was always this easy for us.
Definitely, and looking at her up close, she had a resemblance to Vale, the hair was similar, the eyes were light, a similar shade, but she didn't have those wildcat eyes like Vale, which drive me crazy just by looking at her.
Her body was good, no one compares to Valeria, but this woman, overall, was similar.
The perfume isn't the same, I love Valeria's scent, I get aroused just remembering it.
I didn't even ask her name.
I don't care, if I have a good time, I'll ask her later.
"What's your name?"
She asks me.
"Alejandro."
She must have liked my name because she smiled, or maybe she recognized me from some internet site.
I hope she's not a journalist.
That would really mess things up.
She doesn't look like a journalist, but you never know.
"My name is Karina."
I don't care to know her name, at least not right now.
We got into my car, she didn't mention a price, prostitutes immediately say what they do and don't do and instantly state their rates.
In the car, I talked about anything, I wanted to know how she expressed herself.
I distrust everyone now.
For some reason, I'm also distrusting this girl, and I'm almost regretting taking her to my apartment.
Although she looks like Valeria...
I don't know what's happening to me.
We talked about music and trivial topics.
When we entered my apartment, I saw how she looked around, and I liked her less.
Decidedly, she's not a journalist; she seems too personally interested.
My heart races.
It's not like I'm cheating on anyone, I don't have a girlfriend, I'm one of the most eligible bachelors in the city, and if this girl saw me on some website, she knows I'm a millionaire. I guess tomorrow Vale will have to have her escorted out by the security guards.
We reinforced the security, just in case, because I'm exposed.
Juan took Vale to college, and I told her Mario, another of our drivers who is obviously part of our security team, would pick her up. She didn't like it, but I don't want her to be exposed. They're still talking about us online.
They're also talking and speculating about Emi and Omar.
Definitely, the best thing is for me to marry Vale. I think about that and even get emotional.
This girl doesn't convince me.
There's something that makes me nervous.
It must be that I'm thinking too much about Valeria.
I position her to look at her butt; her hair is similar to Valeria's, but Vale's perfume is unique, that's definitive, and Vale's butt...
"Yes, Vale," I say at one point.
I notice how the girl tenses up.
I realize it's the third time I've called out Valeria's name while with someone else, at least that I'm aware of.
She must not have liked me calling her another name, but I just met her.
Honestly, I don't care if she didn't like it.
And again, I have an orgasm thinking about Vale.
My theory that I could soon forget her or that someone else could make me feel the same or similar doesn't make sense.
I still feel like something is wrong.
This week I'll arrange everything, proposing marriage and swearing fidelity, then I'll figure out the rest.
I did it twice with this girl.
Of all the women I've had in my arms, she's the most similar to Vale, and even that didn't convince me.
Valeria has no equal, not even close.
For Valeria.
Immense pain.
I had a feeling I was going to have to remove a woman from his bed.
I had an immense pain in my chest.
"Are you still scared?" Juan asked me.
It must be my face, expressing more than I want it to.
The fear wasn't because of what happened with Diego.
I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself when I took out whoever was in his bed today, the one who shared it with him yesterday.
"No, I stopped being afraid of Diego a long time ago, although I must confess that out of the three and a half years I was with him, I was afraid of him for two and a half. That's why I forgave his infidelities and behavior until, thanks to my friend Emi, I managed to distance myself from him. And since my parents moved to Miami with my sister, I've been calmer because he always threatened to harm them."
"Too bad the other guard disarmed him right away; we missed the chance to shoot him."
"Thank God he didn't accidentally fire, he could have hurt Alejandro."
"He'll be locked up for a long time."
"Let's hope that scares him straight."
"Yes, and if he insists, he'll have to deal with us."
"Thanks."
He smiled at me with sincere affection.
I got a bit distracted, but the horrible feeling in my chest hadn't gone away.
I entered the apartment as usual, with my fingerprint.
I took a deep breath and then headed down the hallway to the bedrooms.
My heart was pounding.
My hands were sweating.
I tried not to think about anything.
The bedroom door was open, as it was every morning.
Alejandro was awake and, of course, accompanied by a blonde woman.
He got up immediately, without looking at me, and asked me to see the woman out.
He did it with the indifference he always shows towards the women he spends the night with, but at this point, that doesn't ease my pain.
The day before, I was the one in his bed.
I'm hitting rock bottom; I don't know if it's desperation or if my mind is failing.
I even wanted to believe Mariana and Susana when they said he loved me, but after last night, he behaved like any other day.
I think my life couldn't be worse.