Crossed Desires

Brat

So I decide to talk to him about the outing I've been wanting for days.

-We're going to a bar tonight... I ask him.

He stays silent for a while, thinking, to the point where I almost believe he'll say no, but finally he answers:

-Fine, but I'll be late, like I told you. I have work to catch up on... he says.

The word catch up makes me frown, but that's on him. I'm no slave like he is.

-Fine then, see you tonight at my apartment. I'll call some girls.

He gets worked up, which makes me laugh.

-Hey, Brat, nooo! We're going as friends, I'm bringing Jon, okay?... he tells me.

I laugh at his response because I already knew he'd say that. I only wanted to tease him - Miguel is so predictable.

-Ahhh, you've become boring... fine, just us then. See you tonight.

-Okay... he answers.

-So it's settled then... I tell him.

And I hang up. I check my watch - it's past six already. I leave the office, tired of so much work. As I head out through reception, the receptionist stares at me flirtatiously. I laugh; the idea crosses my mind, but I dismiss it immediately. I wouldn't be able to get rid of her afterward.

I know it's not easy for anyone to ignore someone like me. Not to sound arrogant, but let's face it - I'm a man who draws women's attention at first glance. Handsome, athletic, 1.90 tall, and wealthy - every woman desires me.

I can say I have the luxury of choosing any woman I want. Women have never been scarce for me. I can take anyone I want to bed - I don't even have to go looking, because they always come to me. Still, I'm selective. I like women without drama, women I can easily brush off, because honestly, I have too many options to complicate my life.

I don't sleep with just anyone, because I hate complaints afterward and all the drama - that's not for me. I'd rather pay girls to enjoy myself, and when it's over, they leave. Though sometimes there are bold ones who want to have fun with me, and I'll admit it happens often.

I live this way by choice, not because I can't hold a relationship - but because I don't want to. In bed, I perform well; I'm insatiable, and I like rough encounters. Nature blessed me generously, and my size is something women would kill for. Of course, they always want to repeat, but for me that's not an option. I prefer it this way - one night only, nothing more.

My life is reduced to work and pleasure, nothing else, because nothing else matters to me. Even though my father nags me day and night about giving him an heir, I couldn't care less.

I'd have to be insane to share my life with someone. I'm happy this way - no explanations, just having fun with whoever I want and letting go when I please. That's how I want to live my life.

My phone rings. I look at the screen, surprised - it's a number I don't know. Who the hell is calling me, and why? Suspiciously, I answer, thinking it could be a new investor no one has told me about.

-Hello... I answer.

I wait for the voice on the other end.

-Hi, darling, how are you?... a woman answers.

Darling? I frown. I don't have a "darling." Who the hell is this? Why is she calling me?

-Sorry, do I know you?... I ask.

I'm stunned. Maybe it's a mistake, because as far as I know, no woman has access to my number, and least of all someone calling me with such words that mean nothing to me.

-Oh, don't tell me you forgot about me... she says, reproachful.

What the hell? She's crazy. I don't know her. Who does she think she is, calling me "love"? And who gave her my number? Hopefully not Iván, because if he did, we'll have a problem. I frown even more.

-No, I don't know you, and in fact, I never give my number to strangers... I tell her.

She laughs on the other end and replies:

-Well, darling, actually I got it from your friend Iván... she says.

What?! I knew it. That idiot is going to hear it from me. I made it crystal clear he was never to give my number to anyone. Now I'm furious - so angry I can barely speak. And she keeps talking.

-Don't you remember? We went out two weeks ago with your friend Iván... she says.

Ah, the threesome. Why would I remember her? She meant nothing to me. It was just fun, nothing more. I don't know why some people can't grasp that.

-Ohhh, right, the threesome... I say.

What could she possibly want? This is exactly why I never give out my number. I don't need anyone bothering me, wasting my time with nonsense. Iván's going to hear it from me.

-Yesss... she answers, thrilled.

Too bad she is, because I'm not interested. I didn't even remember her.

-What was your name again?... I ask.

She answers, excited:

-Carla.

-Look, Carla, we had a good time the other night, but the truth is, I don't do repeats. I think Iván already told you. And before you feel offended or anything, I believe we made it clear that night. So let's skip the unpleasant sermons and leave it at that, okay?... I tell her.

-Darling, I'm not asking you to marry me. I just want to repeat what we did that night, nothing more, no commitments... she says.

Darling again. The word disgusts me. I'm not her darling, nor do I want to be. Who does she think she is?

Still... I think about it. Truth is, I am in the mood, and that night wasn't bad. Besides, I don't have time today to look for someone new.

-No commitments, really?... I ask.

Because I don't want things getting messy later, with scandals and drama I can't stand.

-Of course... she answers.

Well, if that's the case, fine. I just hope I don't regret it.

-Alright then, if so, I'll see you today at six-thirty at my apartment... I tell her.

-Okay... she replies.

-I'll send you the address. And let me be clear - I can't stay long, I have plans with some friends... I tell her.

I like to make things clear from the start, so no one can pretend to be offended when I send them off. I may be a son of a bitch, but I don't deceive anyone. Whoever comes to me knows exactly what to expect.

-With Iván?... she asks.

This is already a bad idea. I hate being questioned. I don't give explanations even to my father, much less to a stranger.

-Nooo. And it's none of your business, understood?... I snap.

That irritates me. She quickly tries to calm me down.

-Okay, don't get mad, darling. Send me the address... she says.

-Fine, I'll send it... I reply curtly.

Don't get mad? Who does she think she is? I hang up, frowning.

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