The ringtone of my cell phone rings loudly, I open my eyes, I put on the white shirt that Matthew was wearing and he searched for the phone to take it, Mike was the name that was visible on the screen, he pressed the green button and placed it to my ear.
-Hi Mike.
I laugh as I walk away and sit on the balcony.
—Julia, it's nice to hear your voice.
His tone of voice is different, a little altered.
Stranged by his tone of voice —Are you okay? —he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"If everything is perfect, school is a lot of pressure," he whispers and then lets out a light sigh.
Without asking any more questions, I sense that he must be tired from school. "I understand, the exams must be very annoying," he said, turning my gaze toward Matthew.
He looked at the phone in his ear, looking at me from the corner of his eye, he is somewhat reflective, I can make out how his mouth moves, but I don't hear what he says; My head kept spinning, Mike's voice was still on the other end of the phone, I no longer paid attention to it, my sense only thought about Matthew.
"Julia, are you listening to me," he shouts.
—Yes, but I have to go, I'll call you later—I hang up, lowering my hand slowly.
I walk to the bed where Matthew is, so that he can explain to me what is happening, I know, something is happening, I don't recognize all of his features, but he managed to see that something is wrong.
- All good? - I curious, sitting on the bed -, your look is different.
He gives me a half smile. "Nothing's wrong," he expresses, while sticking his phone on the bed again and again, lightly, "and silently like a bullet he releases the phrase." Your uncle John will come to support us to perfect the company.
I freeze at what he just said, and I just walk around the room. "I'm serious," he emphasized, crossing his arms. "I'm serious." And my dad who can't come?
He takes the time to think —Your dad is very busy.
His eyes are lowered, his voice is shaken, he doesn't try to raise his gaze. —It's better for John to come, he knows much more about this topic than your father.
Before I finished talking, he left the room, leaning my back against the cold wall, it's completely frozen by the air conditioning, why John and not my father? That damn question crosses my mind over and over again.
—I don't want to, I don't want to see it.
My voice gives way to a light whisper, I bring my knees to my chest, I surround them, letting my head rest on them, making the tears fall slowly on my cheeks.
I hear the bathroom door open, I don't like that man, he simply has an unfriendly energy, so heavy and so overwhelming, there is something that makes his presence here I don't like, my dad may have a good opinion of him but I can not
Matthew squats in front of me, removing his hands from my legs, making me raise my face, placing his hand on my chin. It's the second time he's seen me crying.
Remove the few tears from my cheeks — Are you okay? —he asks, and then caresses my hair.
My cheeks are wet —I don't even know how I feel, it's hard to guess all this I feel in my chest — I whisper.
He makes a small unpleasant gesture. "You don't like his presence," he says; John is a good person.
The way he looks at me tells me that we don't think the same and we never will. "It's not that," I lied.
Matthew asks again to find out why I feel that way. “Then why don't you talk to him?” - he comments, getting closer to me.
"He's just a person I don't want to have in my life," he explained, while taking a deep breath.
Matthew held me in his arms, he managed to hear his heartbeat, he calmed me down, but one way or another I believed I would have to return to my reality.
I remember the call, it’s another thing that invades my mind — Matthew, everything is fine in my family, ¿right? —he asked, bringing tears to my eyes.
"Yes, beautiful," he assures. your father is fine.
Now his heart beats faster, his hands began to sweat.
—You promise me, my father never postpones anything if he already had it scheduled.
The sound of the bedroom door didn't take long to wait. Matthew leaves while I walked behind him, following him. He hadn't eaten all day and was undoubtedly very hungry.
“Your dinner,” says one of the employees, delivering the food on very refined silver plates.
"Thank you," Matthew reports, closing the door.
He smiles at me, introduces the food to place it on the balcony, I watch how he places the plates perfectly, puts the flowers that are in the vase, being the decoration of the table.
—Come Julia, we have to have dinner — he tilts his head, beckoning to her —; I am very hungry.
I look at my clothes, I would feel a little sorry if someone like that saw me. "Here I go, give me 5 minutes," I say; Let me put on some pants.
NNo one will see you, plus you look sexy with my shirt on,” he winks.
I listened to Matthew and left like this, the sky is dark, there are few stars that can be seen, and the lights of the Eiffel Tower sparkle the city.
I look around me — Beautiful view! — Speculum, he took his fork to pick up some food, "tasty" without a doubt.
A red wine! I think. I have never tried one, Matthew pours a little in each glass, I immediately take a sip, it is soft with a smell of cherry and plums, without a doubt very delicious and goes very well with the meat they ordered us for dinner.
It was disgusting in my mouth. "The wine was very tasty," he stated, when my hand circled the glass so that the drink moved.
—It is one of the red wines that I like the most, for its texture, flavor and aroma —he says, looking at the glass.
"Yes, the food tastes very good," he answered, looking at the Eiffel Tower.
I still didn't realize how my life changed overnight, what I had planned, what I wanted to create, now all that has vanished.
Matthew is eating, he shines perfectly, everything about him hypnotizes me, that warmth when he looks at me, his soft way when he cares about me, no one could compare with him.
I lean against the very elegant black railing, I like to brood when I have nothing to do, appreciate how the air settles on my face.
I go to the company, the office they give us is bright and very spacious, it has three desks with a laptop for each, a 45-inch flat screen television, a sofa to rest on, behind it there is a huge window. You can see the buildings that were next to the company.
I sit in the black chair and prepare to turn on the laptop. While he does his job, I throw my body back and start spinning around him, speculating over and over again about that individual, maybe I'm thinking badly of him, I was judging him without even knowing him, but he couldn't reflect. good things about him. As? Actually, how can I trust someone who is a complete stranger to me?
I stop the chair, grab my cell phone and remember that I have Chad's number, would it be a good idea to send him a message? I think maybe it could have consequences that I don't care about, he added the number to WhatsApp and I started sending him a message.
Julia. 9:05 am
Hi Chad, I'm the girl from yesterday, how about we meet for lunch?
I pressed send and left the phone on the desk while he looked through some files and inspected more about the topic and the resources that needed to be used to achieve the objectives. Not even two minutes had passed when the cell phone rang.
Chad: 9:06 am
Of course, beautiful, I'll pick you up at 2 in the afternoon, I hope you're brilliant, I'm dying to see you.
He smiled at the screen.
Julia. 9:09 am
I'll wait for you here, I want to see you to spend some time with you, and get to know this beautiful country.
I fix my gaze on the computer, my hand rests on the cursor and I press the internet icon to start researching.
I hear someone arrive. "Hello Julia," he says hoarsely.
I greet, thinking it's Matthew. “Hello,” I say, without looking up.
That man's hand rested on my left hand, I looked at him, without thinking twice he removed it from his grip and placed my hands under the desk.
—Because you are like that with me.
He crosses his arms while spreading his feet.
"I don't know you, you shouldn't trust yourself so much," she commented, looking at him to the side.
-We get along really good.
He walks towards me and steps back, his thick hands are placed on my shoulders and he begins to massage them, I can see how his touch burns my skin, I feel uncomfortable.
A tingling runs through my skin. "Take your hands off my shoulders, you want something from my family and I'm not going to allow you to achieve your goal,"I say, turning to look at him.
"-That?" Question,—I never, your dad is a good friend and I'm just here to help.
"—Stay away from me, I don't believe you anything," he shouted.
He took his hands and removed them from my body, threw the chair back and walked towards the silver door to leave that place.
I go out and get lost in the hallways of the company, my throat closes, forming a lump through which I can barely pass a little saliva.
I put my hand over my mouth. "Get a grip, Julia," I say quietly as my tears slide down my cheeks.
My pulse accelerates, my face is hot and I'm short of breath, I clench my fists at the helplessness I feel.
I jump when someone covers my eyes, their perfume, I had already smelled this fragrance days ago, sweet and fresh that aroma calms me.
—Hello beautiful, why didn't you wait for me in the morning to meet?—He asks, while standing in front of me.
He dispelled my tears before turning around. "I wanted to be alone and it's none of your business," he commented as he crossed my arms.
"What do you have?" he asked again. "Why are your eyes swollen?"
—"It's nothing, I have a little dirt in my eyes," he reported.
—“I would invite you to eat, but I have plans with my girlfriend, I agreed to take her,” he emphasizes, clearing his throat.
—Don't worry, I already have someone to go with, I don't need us to be together all the time," I tell him without thinking twice.
—"With Chad," he snarls, "you can't go with him."
—You can't control who I can date or not, it's my life and I decide who I date. I put my index finger on his head, I understand it once and for all.
With that said, he returned to the office, he noticed that it was raining, because of the drops hitting the glass, "damn, my hair was fluffing up with the water... Time passed very slowly, I'm getting desperate, I wanted to see Chad and so For a moment, forget everything.
The cell phone took me out of my thoughts. I had received a message from him.
Chad: 13:55
I'm outside, come out, so we can go eat.
Without further ado I grab my bag and get out of there, it was still raining, I snort and make a gesture of displeasure, my very elegant black dress with the open back that reaches my thighs is no longer very convenient for the occasion. .
As I leave through the front door I look at the sky to feel the drops on my skin a little.
Chad arrives with an umbrella and we head towards the car, I immediately notice the leather seats that retain an intoxicating aroma of strawberries.
"I'll take you to a very delicious restaurant," he says.
"Take me anywhere, I trust you," I tell him, without taking my eyes off the front.
Upon arriving at Bateaux-Mouches, each of the tables is placed with a view to the outside, the place exudes warmth, we settle in a corner facing the entrance, the white tablecloths are very refined, on top are the plates and a glass for each. , I managed to appreciate the smell of all the foods on the table, so penetrating that they smelled too rich, my guts creaked.
I look towards the window and see a white lightning flash, after it disappeared a very ugly roar was heard making the rain fall harder.
you look at me—“How about tomorrow,” he announces, breaking the silence, smiling.
I twist my mouth remembering what happened in the morning—Not very good, a man came today and I don't like his presence—I confess, lowering my gaze.
He raises one of his eyebrows. “Why?” he asked, surprised.
—I don't know there's something he's carrying in his hands, it's just that no one notices.
—You shouldn't make a judgment without first knowing the people, try to get to know them, they might be a good person.
My gaze fell on the entrance of the restaurant; "This has to be a joke." Matthew is there, I can see how he fixes his gaze on me and gives me a sign telling me that he is watching me, I swallow, I wasn't nervous, I was completely furious.
They approached us.
—We can accompany them-Matthew's words came out without any effort.
—Sure, have a seat – My eyes widened when I heard Chad's response.
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