Chapter 18
"Nothing wrong with having high standards, but make sure you meet those standards you're setting for somebody else. You can't want you and someone to get together and buy a thousand dollar house and you only have a dollar in your pocket. That's what he's doing, setting the bar high for her, when he's nowhere close to it." —Money
I couldn't believe it was time to go home already. I've been in Cartagena for four months and was a little torn. Thirty percent of me felt a little sad, I kind of liked it here and the money I'd been getting paid by Emilio was crazy. It made me want to stay longer; but I couldn't deny that I missed my home and my wife much more.
There was a knock on the door and I knew it could only be one person. She doesn't even wait for me to give the okay before she sticks her head in, followed by her whole body. She closes the door behind her and rushes over to me, hugging me.
"Do you have to leave so soon, Dinero?"
I was throwing some of my clothes back into my suitcases. María takes a seat on the edge of my bed just watching me, pouting. Over time we had gotten really cool. We had one of those relationships where there was chemistry there, but neither of us crossed that line.
"I don't want you to go." She whined.
I look at her to see those full pouty lips poking out at me. She was wearing her reading glasses, her hair in a ponytail. She often had them on but they didn't look like prescriptions.
"Sorry, but I gotta jet. Gotta go back to my own city."
"Pero va a ser tan aburrido aquí sin ti..." She mumbled, tossing herself back on the bed dramatically.
I chuckle and fold a pair of pants before placing it into the suitcase. "English."
"I said but it's gonna be so boring here without you."
"You don't have to worry, I'll never forget you."
She busted out laughing, turning on her side. "Dinero shut up."
Emilio was in his office speaking to someone right now, he usually stayed in there for two hours. I knew his schedule to a tee, so I was confident he wasn't coming this way soon. I didn't know how he would feel about his daughter and I being together. Not that I ever thought about it, because I would never allow myself to even entertain that idea; but she had a natural flirtatiousness to her and I wonder if he never saw it.
"Are you gonna think about me while you're in Miami?"
"Of course."
"How much?" She said.
"How much you want me too?" I flirted back, licking my lips. I've still never called her anything other than her name. It was so I didn't slip up and say something slick in front of Emilio. I wasn't scared but I didn't need this man thinking his daughter and I had something going on. That would be bad for business.
María sits up on the bed and folds her legs, sitting Indian style. She picks up a shirt and starts folding to help me pack. Her breasts were huge but I could tell they were natural. They sat in her top nicely and she probably had to hold them when she was riding dick.
I have to force myself to stop fantasizing and look away.
"Dinero," She says, suddenly looking at me, "Why do you cheat on your wife?"
I freeze and just look at her. I even glance down at my ring finger to make sure I didn't have it on. In the four months I've been here she's never gave any indication that she knew I was married. I wondered how she guessed a wife and not a girlfriend. And what impression did I give her that I cheated? I didn't bring up women once since I've been here.
"Wife? What gives you the impression that I'm married?" I ask her.
"I heard you on the phone the first night you came. I heard you speaking to a woman, you said you loved her."
"So. It could've been my cousin."
"Not the way you said it."
"Could be a girlfriend."
"The way you said you loved her was how a husband would say he loved his wife. You meant it, too. I could tell. So why do you cheat on her?" She asked.
I blink, searching the bed with my eyes to see if I had anything else that needed to be packed. I was mostly done. "So you stood in front of my door and listened to me?"
"Yes." She said.
I don't say anything, she puts her hand on top of mine. She has on white nail polish. It was a color she wore a lot. I wonder if this meant something different in Colombia, but usually white nail polish equaled to good pussy. "What gives you the impression that I cheat?"
"The way you look at me. Your eyes roam my body way too confidently for a man who doesn't cheat on his wife."
I chuckle, she was actually really good at reading people. Either that or I was starting to think she went into my cellphone or some shit when I wasn't around. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Hm. I bet."
"Is she a bitch or something?"
"Don't call my wife a bitch." It was instinct for me to get irritated when someone mentioned Angel in a negative way.
María pulls her head back, her mouth turning into an o. I had never snapped on her like that and it surprised even me.
I shake my head. "My bad."
"So you are married...and I didn't call her one, I asked if she was one. If that was a reason you cheat on her."
"No and I still don't know who told you I cheat." I say. I wasn't going to confess to that.
She playfully rolls her eyes at me but gets up and leave, making me watch her and shake my head. At first I thought she was one of those spoiled broads who acted like they controlled the world because her pop's was big time. It was the exact opposite with her. She was playful and goofy and didn't cry to daddy even when someone got her mad.
I finally zip up the last of my luggage and start pulling them behind me. I get to the front door and at the same time Javier, Hierba and Gustavo walk in.
These were my shooters, they were with me whenever I made a drop. I could handle myself, but I didn't have a problem having them with me in case anything went wrong. Nothing did during my time here, no client tried to pull one over on me just because I wasn't from this country. They knew I was under Emilio so didn't test their luck.
"What's good Money?" Hierba said, giving me dap. He had a thick accent. His name actually meant Weed, because he smoked so much. He was the most talkative out the trio, too. Covered in gang tattoos with long hair slicked back in a ponytail. He wore wife beaters all the time and was intimidating enough at six foot one and one hundred eighty pounds of muscle. "You leaving already?"
"Yeah, I gotta touch back down in my parts."
"Aight, so when's the next time you coming back up this way?"
"When Emilio requires my services again." I say truthfully.
Heirba nodded.
"Wait! Daddy said I come come!"
