I wake up exhausted, although I had fallen asleep I did not rest, I can barely open my eyes, the sun hits the small window in front of the bed, the cot is very hard, the sheets are very stiff and the pillow looks like a partition; I remove the blanket and see two hands on my waist, the touch was subtle and I could feel the inhalation on my back, my skin went completely shivering when I saw that Matthew is lying with me.
I remove his hands very slowly from my waist so as not to wake him, he looks so sweetly asleep, even though he is snoring.
I take my briefcase and take out a red dress, I immediately go to the bathroom to change, I didn't want him to see me in my underwear, "But what the hell, yesterday I had gone to bed with my clothes on, I don't think Matthew would have dared totake it off" thinklooking at me bottom up.
I finished putting on the dress while I reasoned. I head back to the bedroom, as I cross the door frame, Matthew approaches me, cornering me against the wall. He flashes a malicious smile. “Did you sleep well?” he asks.
I look away so as not to have that provocation of placing my lips with his. “You should know that, right,” I say, frowning.
He kisses my cheek, feeling my labored breathing. “I don't know, that's why I want you to tell me,” he says, tilting his face.
"Well, you won't get my answer, and avoid taking off my clothes next time," he growled, raising an eyebrow.
He remains silent and then stands up and gives me the step to continue fixing something in me. He wants to continue talking to him but I continue on my way.
I put on my matte colored shoes and took some pliers topiss me off hair. At the end I grab a red lipstick and place it on my lips and line my eyes.
I hear Matthew's footsteps down the hallway—Ready—he says, looking into the bathroom—; Why does it take so long for all women to get ready?
I roll my eyes pathetically at her comment, thinking why men ask so many questions knowing the answers. "It's because we want to look pretty," she replied sarcastically.
We left the plane, heading to the car that the company rented for us, the driver who brings the truck opened the doors for us to get in, that young man stood at the window on my side.
He clears his throat—I hope you enjoy the car during your stay here in Paris—he smiles flirtatiously at me—beautiful, I hope you're available to go out, I would show you the whole city.
I look at his lips carefully. "Sure, I'll call you," I wink; I'm looking forward to seeing you again.
"There's my card," he points to a compartment in the lever. I take the card very thin between my fingers, his name is written in black.
"I'm waiting for your beautiful call." He places a kiss on my hand.
She smiled without waiting for Matthew's reaction, he seems to be upset, he turns away, I couldn't understand his behavior, now I'm confused and upset for not knowing what he thinks, that dark-haired boy moves away so as not to get in the way and we can leave, he raises his hand to say goodbye.
Matthew starts the car abruptly, while he checks that everything is in perfect condition while the car warms up, the music plays loudly, God, I love that song! "Just say you won't let go" I can recognize that melody anywhere, I put my hand on my leg following the instruments of the song; I turn up the volume and start humming, when singer James Arthur starts singing.
I met you in the darkYou lit me upYou made me feel as thoughI was enoughWe danced the night awayWe drank too muchI held your hair back whenYou were throwing upThen you smiled over your shoulderFor a minute, I was stone cold soberI pulled you closer to my chestAnd you asked me to stay overI said, I already told youI think that you should get some rest
And so I continued until it was over.
He lowers the volume and then puts his eyes on what I'm doing. "I didn't know you sang so ugly," he says in a mocking tone, looking at me; poor your neighbors
I twist my mouth. Why did you turn down the volume on my favorite part? "Ugly singing, but with feeling," he commented with a smile; If I bothered you so much, you would have put something on so you wouldn't hear me.
His gaze remains immersed in the traffic light, it is difficult to decipher what he is thinking - By the way, I don't want you to see that young man - he completely blurts out what I least heard said from his mouth - You don't even know his name.
I look in the compartment. “Obviously I know,” I say, looking at the card. His name is Chad.
It slams on the brakes, making our bodiesmove almosthitting us against the glass —You won't go — he growls, turning off the car —; and that's the last thing I'll say.
We entered the organization, it was even larger than my father's, the employees wore a very simple uniform.
I stop dead when I see a girl in front of me. “Hello Julia,” says a girl with fair hair.
Strange, I remember but I don't remember having seen her in my life. "Excuse me, do I know you?" she asked, pointing at him, strange.
She takes a step closer to me, her heel echoing throughout the room, she placed a strand of hair behind her ear so I could see her features better —How fast.you forget to the people -he blurts, raising one of his eyebrows.
He raised his eyebrows making an unpleasant pout. "I'm sorry if I offended you, I don't talk to strangers and even less so with someone like you," he said, without thinking twice.
His eyes show hatred for what he said a second ago, he places his hands on his back. “I'll introduce myself, to see if you stop being rude to me,” he growls; My name is Corinna and I am Matthew's girlfriend.
I laugh at the position she has just taken, perhaps she is in a school to present herself like this, I stand firm and straight, arranging my hair - Your name is not to blame for your being ugly, you have been like that since you were born.
Matthew stops when he sees us, raising an eyebrow listening to each of his girlfriend's words and I immediately get the impression that he is upset to see her there during work hours.
He touches Corinna's shoulder with his eyes full of fury. "What are you doing here?" Matthew murmurs, touching his chin with his long fingers.
Her face lights up in a flash. “I just wanted to be with you,” she says, hanging over his shoulders.
—You can't be here, go to London, because you don't understand that I'm working —he comments, subtly clearing his throat —; Every day you are making me more tired.
He took me out little by little, I didn't want to interrupt, the elevator is open, I run to reach it, it made me too agitated, I need to exercise, otherwise one of these days I'm going to end up dead because I'm not in physical condition, I go out and see a sign with the description " Boss" I go to the first office in that hallway and knock before entering, there is only him with two other people.
He puts down the pages he is looking at. "You, you must be Julia," a black-haired man asks in a soft and subtle tone.
I can feel my cheeks blushing. “Yes, nice to meet you,” I say, flashing a shy smile. "Let's wait for Mr. Wilson," a red-haired woman emphasizes without taking her eyes off the computer, "so we can start."
I take a seat, while I play with my hands, I still don't understand why Corinna came without warning, I snort, examining the small brochure that is on the table, wondering if Matthew has realized that he attracts me too much, I make a gesture of disgust when I think in it and in all the possibilities of having something with him that are completely null.
The squeak of the chair made me emerge from my thoughts, Matthew takes a seat, I notice his lost and a little confused look, the meeting starts when he takes a seat next to me.
He rests his hands on the round wooden table—So, what can we do so that our product is on the market and we have customers—asks the head of the company in a formal tone, directing his gaze at us looking for a coherent answer.
He unbuttons his jacket to have better accessibility —If it is a new product, the first thing we must do is know the market, and we can make alliances with associations — says Matthew, confident of himself.
I'm a little confused by your answer — And what's that for? —I ask, since I didn't understand any of this.
—That's what I'm going for, Julia.
He addresses me.
—Market research is collecting information about the competition which allows us to know the positioning of the company with its products, yes, see their prices, so that we can enter there and be successful with what we are going to launch—Matthew answers my question clarifying the doubts.
—So what we will do is investigate to see if the product will be successful — I turn to Matthew, hoping not to make a mistake because of how inexperienced I am in this area.
—Exactly Julia, and the alliances will be very useful, since they can work together, so that the product or the objective is achieved.
Matthew leans back in his chair as he settles in to continue explaining; and it continues to surprise me that he knows so much about the subject, it's as if he had worked on this all his life.
I continue writing on the white sheet some ideas that arise in my mind, they come to me in the form of a flash one after another.
I took the sheet in my hands and said point by point —We could do surveys, hand out brochures and do tests with clients; It depends on what your product is, of course — he emphasized in a low voice, waiting for approval of my ideas.
She takes a pen to write in her notebook and then looks up to see me. “I think your idea is good, Miss Brooks. Your father did a good job putting you in charge,” she smiles.
I sit up straight in my seat and see Matthew again, proud of what they just told me.
So that's it, see you here tomorrow,” Matthew exclaims, getting up from his seat.
—Very well, I'll wait for you tomorrow.
Without further ado we left that company, I look at the closed sky, my eyes became small at the shock that is hitting my face, my hair moves uncontrollably as I try to remove my hair from my face.
I'm somewhat happy, if I was screaming with joy inside, although I don't try to show it, I can't deny it, the simple fact of knowing that in the hotel I wouldn't have to sleep with Mr. Styles's anger makes me want to get there quickly, have a dip and then dial Mike or Jack to see how things are there, the truth is that I missed them too much and knowing that they were a couple filled me with joy and happiness.
I hear them shouting my name over and over again.
I look at my feet so I don't fall and go to the car. "What," I growl, tilting my brow.
“You're not going to come,” Matthew responds, inside the car.
I run a little so as not to waste time and get to the hotel very quickly, the streets shine radiant and very clean; I managed to see alleys with several restaurants, my nose can smell the food, with that I know that it is more than delicious, on the transcendental street where we are going there are too many trees, that made the city shine very elegant.
—For your first day it wasn't that bad—break the silence between the two.
—Thank you, I've actually learned a little about my father when I listen to him talk on the phone.
We arrived at the hotel, without a doubt, its façade was very refined, it was very elegant, its colors made it stand out too much.
A man stops in front of us so that Matthew can stop the car - Good afternoon, welcome to the Shangri La hotel - They allow us your car - says an employee -; I hope you enjoy your honeymoon.
I open my eyes wide at the comment without knowing what to respond. "He and I are not here for that," she commented, saddened by the situation.
Matthew and I got out of the van, taking out our suitcases, we walked in. This is magnificent! I said to myself as I walked around and saw his build from the inside, it seems like he had never traveled until now, everything is beautiful, the golden outlines looked very good on him, I barely set foot in the hotel and I am already fascinated by it.
He puts his hands in his pants pocket. “You like it,” Matthew says with a lopsided smile.
-Of course I love it.
We walk to the reception, there are three cubicles at the back of the entrance with their respective employees with their respective brown carpets, everyone is staring at the monitor doing their respective jobs, without further ado we approach a girl with black hair and tanned skin.
“How can I help you,” he says kindly, looking at us carefully.
“We have reservations,” Matthew inquires, with his charming smile.
—Can you give me their names.
“Julia Brooks and Matthew Wilson,” he whispers softly.
"Here it is, Matthew Wilson, a room for you and your companion Julia Brooks," he announces, repeating the information that the computer shows him.
"I thought we would have separate rooms, not together," he replied, making a gesture of displeasure, thinking that I would have the entire bed for myself.
"It's the only one I have left, he loves it," she asks anxiously, observing the people who are beginning to arrive.
I expected some response from Matthew but he just reached out and placed the key on his index finger.
—Your room is 510—he concludes.
Damn, I had to spend 3 weeks with Matthew, I take my suitcase and push it down the main hallway to the metal-colored elevator, the essence of the hotel is very refreshing and at the same time very exciting; I get lost in it and inhale it before we get in. We reach the hallway of our room
Matthew puts the silver card on the door and magically the gate opens, the room retains different very subtle sketches on the top, the walls assume a very low blue color like the sky, I sigh at how marvelous the room is, I walk further inside and see a black desk and a chair the same color as the walls, a balcony where the view of the Eiffel Tower can be seen perfectly, finally on my left side there is a sofa and a small table with a beautiful vase.
“This is beautiful,” I say, amazed.
“It's good that you like it,” Matthew says, standing next to me with his arms crossed. I love it.
I leave the suitcase in a corner, wishing I could get into the shower to relax. “Okay, I'll go take a bath,” I report without thinking.stripping myself of the heels.
Turn to see me to confirm what I just mentioned — Is this an invitation? - he asks in a mocking tone.
"It's not an invitation, I'm just informing you, and don't go into the bathroom for a while," he murmured, directing me to the bathroom.
"I was just joking, it was to see what you were saying and I might end up convincing you," he muses, shrugging his shoulders apologetically.
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