Angelo pictured his boxing coach telling him to “get up, give me one more round; you're the best; don't let it be a dogfight.”
He jumped back to his feet, hitting with a hook one of the thugs that were shooting at the woman's car and pushing another one. He ran under the garbage cart, giving it a bounce; he heard the noise of the friction of metal against metal and cans against cement; he watched as the garbage vehicle wobbled a little; and the woman's car came out of a small space at full speed, shooting sparks.“Please help me; I'll give you anything you want,” Angelo begged, one of the few pleas of his life.The car jerked to a stop. “Let's go fast. Run.” He ran to the vehicle, and without asking to open one of the doors, he climbed in through a window, ordering, “Please start.”The vehicle screeched again, the accelerator pedal seemed like it was going to come off because of so much pressure, and the projectiles brushed the cans, raising the tension. She turned the first corner, then the other, without thinking about the destination, and the man told her, “That way,” pointing to a crossroad. It was perfect to mislead, and the streets were almost empty.“Brake, turn off the lights!” said the man, and she parked the car and crouched behind the steering wheel. Some cars passed by the side of the car; they hid there motionless, and their eyes met.“Wow, an angel saved my life,” he said, smiling at her, and that smile cultivated her heart. “You saved my life; be sure that I will repay you in the best way you want, with gold, diamonds, or even me.”“It's a good offer,” she answered, looking at him. Although her face was dirty and full of blood, her eyes fascinated him, and he had a don't know what, don't know where: “But calm down, my friend, I did what any person in my place would do.”“You know better than that; around here, people, if they see that they are going to kill someone, run to save their own skin”, he answered, staring at her without noticing that they were approaching little by little.“We don't all act that way,” he replied, biting his lip unintentionally.“You should accept all my thanks and me as a reward.” His gaze now danced from her eyes to her mouth. He couldn't hold himself together and grabbed her waist, forgetting all the frantic scenes he had just witnessed. She lost her will; she let herself go; she threw herself head first into the void; she felt his breathing; she didn't reason that she was caressing herself with a stranger, and who knows how far they would go in that dark and lonely place? Time seemed to stop, with mouths ready, tongues thirsty, bodies full of gunpowder about to explode, and everything ruined by the sound of her cell phone.“It may be urgent, wait I answer, friend-, yes I'm coming-, I had an accident-, yes I'm ok-, I'm close-, I think so-, bye-, bye-, bye-,”“Well, where were we?” he said, bringing his face closer to her.“No, that's not a good idea; you're a stranger; I somehow saved your life,” she said, dodging his attack.“Wait, we can get to know each other; my name is Angelo, and yours?” He extended her hand, smiling.That name brought back bitter memories. He had the same name as her ex-husband; it is a coincidence that that name was common in Sicily but not here in Bogotá. That could be a trap for his family, although very elaborate. She decided to be cautious, giving him a false name.“My name is Maria.” She grabs his hand and kisses him on the side of his mouth. “Where shall I take you, Mr. Angelo?”“Please leave me where I can get a cab; give me your number; I promise to give you another car; this one is already in pieces,” and she gave him a fake number. The horn concert stopped a passing cab.“Maria, thank you very much forever; I wish I was your José.” He's saying goodbye, and he tried to do it with a peck on her mouth, but only managed to get her cheek.…The inauguration party of the new bar of her friend Liz was in a very exclusive area, in the 85, the T zone; it dazzled, full of luxuries. Fashionable singers and many beautiful women adorned the night. Her best friend placed this bar under the pretext of being with her; she didn't do it for money, since her father was the head of the oil company in this country.
All were perplexed to see her arrive; the music was silenced.“Ximena, are you all right?” Her friend Liz ran out to greet her.“Yes, of course, very well, I was to tell you,”“Look at you, look!” Liz pointed to her damaged car. It seemed like a miracle that she had made it that far, and she was full of dirt and dust.“I thought they were giving me a good reception; I think I heard it was a costume party. I came disguised as a tragedy.”“I brought a new dress for you, I know you, and I'm already prepared. Besides, I have another surprise for you.”“Friend, as long as it's not another man, everything is fine,” said Ximena, shaking bits of glass out of her hair.“We'll see, Ximena; you can't be without a boyfriend forever.”The party was wonderful, the attendants enjoyed themselves non-stop, and Ximena decided to forget what happened and dance alone in the center of the dance floor with a tight dress that Liz lent her. Which caused her to get all the looks. For a moment, under the lights, she dreamed that she was dancing with the man she saved; she imagined him clean and beautiful.“Pretty friend, come look; I'll introduce you to someone.” Her friend, Liz, had a man on her arm.“Liz, I've told you until I've had enough that I'm a married woman,” she said, pretending to be annoyed.“You're separating yourself; you're still married but not castrated,” Liz said, smiling, pulling her friend into the light, so she could see the face.“Hello. Nice to meet you; my name is Ximena.” She stretched out her hand to see him well; she loved that foreign bearing, erasing the effort to please her friend.“My name is Angelo, but they call me Dr. D.” He said when he recognized her, she was his savior; now he didn't know why she introduced herself with another name.“I'll call you D if you don't mind; I have a trauma with Angelo,” she said, laughing a lot.“I thought you would ask what I have a doctorate in.”“Well, here in Colombia, they call anyone a doctor.”“Many people have called me a neighbor, but not a doctor.”“Doctor of what?” asked Ximena, looking into his eyes.“In psychology, besides, I teach at Bavarian University.”“Wow, another coincidence with that university; I'm going to enter to study and to pursue that career,” he reflected out loud, biting his lips.“I love Colombia; there is no such thing as boredom here; I don't know why people go elsewhere.”“Ximena, I thought you were in this country to be with me.”“Liz, I also thought you left Europe for me.”“Ximena, that was the main reason; then I started to meet beautiful specimens that made me fall in love with the country; for example, look, pay attention, here comes our sociology professor; he is the only reason why I came to study here; unfortunately, I discovered that he is not my type; it hurts me to admit it; he is more your type; come, let's say hello.”“Hello, teacher D.”“What a surprise if it's Liz with her beautiful friend, who, as I remember, is called Ximena.”“The surprise is that you left without saying goodbye; you are a very rude teacher,” Liz complained, clenching her fist.“I had to leave; I had a family matter. How did it go? How did the dance go? The party was great.”“And how are you doing, Angelo?” Liz asked him.“I am very, very worried.”“What about that?” asked
“Stop, seriously, I don't know what you're talking about,” said Ximena as she pushed him away with both hands.“I don't know what you're talking about,” said Ximena as she pushed him away with both hands.“Do not play the absent-minded one when you saved me from the garbage cart that night.”“I didn't recognize you; you were so bloody. Besides, I only saw you that night, and with so much stress and running around, it was a traumatic experience, and my car was a total loss.”“It's very strange; it's the first time a woman doesn't remember my face and resists having an affair with me the first time they meet me; You intrigue me; you are a challenge for a psychologist.”“I have a problem with recognizing faces; I think it's called prosopagnosia, and I associate faces with people who act the same; besides, I erase the ones that make me have bad experiences.”“Ximena, I don't know why I think that's not true, I guess it's like they say that a thief is the one who steals, even if it's just a
When Angelo arrived home, he couldn't sleep. He was sorry for having despised Vivian's offer. His mind was in turmoil, not only because of his encounter with Max, whom he always considered a brother, but also because of everything that had happened with Ximena, to whom he felt very attracted. He got tired of tossing and turning in his bed and decided to get up to have a glass of milk. He had so many things going around in his head that his head was already round.“Max, how could he do that to me? He was always a brother to me, we grew up together.” He spoke to the mirror. “Maybe ambition and stupid resentments combined to create that explosion of betrayal and dishonor; on the other hand, there is the beautiful Ximena. It had been a long time since I liked a woman so much. Maybe it would be time to please my grandfather and get a wife, although it would be this one and not the one he forced me to marry.”Suddenly he froze; he did not remember that he was still married; he could not get
The next day he was not able to go to teach at the university; his students missed him, especially Liz and Ximena. Although Ximena had another matter that tormented her, she wanted to tell Liz about it to unload her concern.“My friend, I have a problem of the maximum.”“Ximena, let me guess: is she pregnant by the professor?”“No, not that; we didn't do anything at all yet, and who knows if this weekend, because he invited me to his farm in the city of Melgar?”“Lol, you're going on an all-inclusive plan.”“Ha-ha-ha-ha, but I'm afraid.”“You're not even a little girl.”“I haven't been with a man for a long time.”“Ximena, I don't know how you can live like this, and how long has it been?”“I've never been with a man; I'm so ashamed to tell you that.”“I can't believe it, my friend; you're giving me a hard time; you were or are married.”“That was a farce; we did not even kiss with that man, or, well, I guess we did, but we did not make love or anything; it was something that my parent
Angelo called her on the phone hundreds of times, going around the house from one side to the other, and she did not answer. Then he called the men he had arranged to protect her, and they told him, “Sir, she shot out of the house; she is now at the Queen Sofia clinic; she looked very worried.”“I'm on my way,” Angelo answered, running to the door.“Wait, you shouldn't go.” Vivian, his very personal secretary, interrupted his travel. “She might find out that you are following her; you better cancel the trip, or we can both go.”Ximena entered the clinic, imagining the worst when she saw her adoptive parents sitting in the waiting room, getting ready to leave.“Hello daughter, they were only scratches; thank God nothing happened to us, and in the truck you gave us, we were wearing seat belts, not like those unfortunate singers,” said the father. “The brakes did not respond; I had to crash into a bridge; that car was left to sell for kilos of scrap metal.”He hugged them tightly, thanki
That day was a dream day; we had a lot of fun. If it weren't for that unfortunate mishap, I almost wouldn't tell the story. My good friend Angelo took us fishing on his yacht. It was fun; I had never done it before. With what we caught, Angelo prepared us something called sashimi, according to him, a Japanese dish. I didn't want to contradict him because I didn't want to look ignorant because the only thing I knew about Chinese food was rice and sushi. It was very pleasant to be there tanning myself and watching him fight with the seafood; it made me want to clean it. I tried to look elsewhere; I tried to look at the sea, and without realizing it, I was again with my eyes fixed on his beautiful face. He reciprocated with smiles that just melted my heart.We ate that morsel of kings, accompanied by a wine with an oak smell, and we laughed listening to Liz's boyfriend's witticisms that helped us understand why she had chosen him. Since this gentleman was maybe around 60 years old, with h
I went to the bathroom to wash away the sweat of fear and try to wash away the bitter memories that had mixed with the sweet kisses that had heightened my desire. After being consoled by my friend Liz, who cleaned my wounds, I returned safely to the yacht with the memory of a bad adventure caused by the mysterious sea currents.Furthermore, I don't understand why humans have to complicate everything because we cannot succumb to our passions without being afraid of what people will say or leave a bad impression. This is even more complicated for women. If we take the initiative, we are in danger of passing as easy girls, and no guy will want to marry a tramp. Or there is the other extreme: if we do nothing, our man can go with another one that will secure it by giving him what he wants. An old woman said that men only want us for the bed. It may be somewhat true, but what happens is that if the loved one does not provoke desire or desire is not satiated, that would be like a brotherly r
We were on the floor, wanting him to fill me and not only with kisses, I was willing, I wanted to be his, I wanted him to enter my being, and he came in. But inopportunely, my friend Liz, who was trying not to interrupt, stood at the door thinking she was invisible, giving flight to her voyeuristic passions, and Angelo did not seem to care, but I did. Of course, I was not able to be with a man alone, even less now with a third one watching us. I pushed him aside; although he resisted, he looked like a baby desperate to have his breast taken away. I looked at my friend badly; she made the gesture of biting her tongue. She raised her shoulders, saying,“Please excuse me; I went upstairs to get them, as dinner is getting cold. What a pity; I didn't want to interrupt them.” I hated her at that moment. She felt bad and disappeared. I only heard her heels coming down the stairs. She was ready to continue until the last consequences, and I could see the fire in her eyes; Angelo was exploding.