chapter 5

Hard narrating:

When my eyes found Leonor's body and sweetness, for the first time I discovered what it was like to be jealous of something. I was jealous of their relationship, I've always been a good judge and it wasn't difficult to judge her closed face of who was a frustrated woman, I questioned myself as I saw her leave through the door of the room, how someone left a woman like her frustrated. Even if my body wanted her in contact with it, naked, and my hands wanted to roam that perfect body, that was not my intention in proposing a night with her, but knowing the other ways that made her perfect. All I wanted was to be able to sit across from her and give her another kind of excitement, to be looked at and heard like she wasn't at home. As it is not for her husband. She was beautiful, low cut, and would be the type of woman who would put her up against the wall without measuring efforts, who would enjoy that night but the incredible thing is that she would manage to dominate me even more, just by sitting there and talking with her bold gaze . Leonor was a woman who didn't deserve the title of being a misunderstood housewife, she was too woman for that. With her startled eyes she refused to look at me:

- then that's it? Did you bring me out to the terrace for a romantic dinner? – she questioned me.

- No... I brought you to be treated like a woman, to be respected... I want your company.

- You mean... that in the agreement which gives you total right to do whatever you want with me, you will want to talk? – she questioned me. But not as if she wanted to know, or was relieved, but because she wants me with her eyes too.

Getting up from the chair I walked over to her, I got in front of her making sure she didn't take her eyes off me, I went behind the chair, and I crouched down brushing her hair away from her ear, placing it on the other shoulder affectionately, and I bent down. up to your ear:

- Do you know what I think? That it is not your relationship that is envied, but you who make it that way. – I could see her legs shiver – and yet you have the guy who bankrupted a company by your side, puts the blame on you and sells you. But I don't want anything, I just want you to grant me this dance.

I told her stretching my hands to her, with a smile in the corner she approached her with her body allowing me to pull her closer to mine. I didn't want words at that moment, there are certain points of love that you don't need to say anything, just let the person feel it. I'm not the conqueror type, but I know all the points that drive a woman crazy, but I know that there are things that excite more than naughty. I wanted Leonor for a lifetime, and I respected her being married, so I put myself in my place, accepting that I could only have her for that moment. I could only have her with her body glued to mine, lowering her dress while in a calm dance we leaned against each other, and her satin dress with the fabric so light that it climbed into my hands that were on her waist, I felt her panting breath next to my neck , giving me goosebumps, while the view of Boston soothed me.

Leonor Juice narrating:

-so she tells me, who do you want to be when you grow up? Hardy asked me.

It was strange, the more I got here imagining that all I would have to do was lie down with him, the more he proved me wrong, that a conversation looking into his intimidating eyes can complete it in a way that I haven't been able to for months, the firm touch of his hands gave me goosebumps, he put me in a point of understanding that I was frustrated, and I don't know why else I believed that in his arms I found my cure. One look was all it took for me to question myself about everything I was sure about love. He would look at me, fill my glass and ask me about personal things that Call never had the patience to question, but he didn't, he got involved in the subject, and little by little it wasn't just a conversation anymore, more like we'd known each other for years . The weight wouldn't be lying next to Call frustrated that he wouldn't touch me again, but more remembering that Hard made me feel whole just by listening to me, just by letting me talk and dance once. cheesy music on the terrace of a restaurant. The desire I felt was more intense than if he had touched me. Dawn was beginning to arrive and we didn't even realize it. We knew everything about each other's lives, and the inspiration I looked for at the bottom of every glass of wine I drank came looking into Hard's eyes and revealing the butterflies in my stomach. It was there that I had the idea of ​​a novel, as crazy as it may be, because it was at that moment that I managed to feel loved, or to feel the smallest sphere of love:

- I just carried out the transfer... your husband's business is safe. But why can't I feel that it was some kind of obligation that brought you here?

- I don't know, maybe you'll find out in your dreams, when you're consumed with knowing all my crazy disaster stories. - She told him in an ironic way. As he got up from the table to lead me away.

- Don't play with my desires baby, I can bankrupt your husband just to have one more night discovering your bizarre stories.

- The sun is rising. – She said in a sweet way. I've always loved watching the sun rise.

- and we can watch it shine all we want. - Hard appeared beside me smiling and held my hand in silence so that together we could feel the sun warm our skin little by little.

On the way back home, sitting on the cold leather seats of the luxurious car I was in, I caught myself thinking about all the ways I felt that night, about the feelings that hadn't inhabited me for weeks. I knew about the risks I was taking, but maybe because of the anger that inhabited me it was as if I didn't care about containing them, Call's arrogance had served something, so that I could find the woman who was hidden inside me after always prioritizing the man who sold me at the first opportunity:

- Thanks God. – Call said getting up from the couch and coming towards me. His red eyes gave away that he hadn't slept all night, and the wine kept him good company. - Tell me nothing happened... - the despair in his voice entered my ears in a brief sound of poetry. I liked seeing him like this.

- Sold it to me, and now you're worried if he does better than you or not Call? How many possibilities did you think of before making this ridiculous decision? None is not. He stared into Call's intimidating eyes, watching the tears run down his face. – it doesn't matter if something happened or not, the only fact that matters is how I'm going to look at you knowing that I'll be sold to anyone just to get rid of some debts.

- Amber... don't talk like that....

Going upstairs I completely ignored him, I wasn't as furious, and it made me wonder if the fact that I was coping so well had to do with being the mobster with the questionable eyes. It didn't take more than one night for him to realize that Hard is the type of dominator who knows how to perform any woman, and for that he doesn't even need to be in a bed.