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Michael's POV:
I opened my eyes staring at the strong
movement at the club's entrance.
Today was her day. I took a deep breath seeking courage to go against my pride that screamed in an alarming way for me to get out of there. But the tequila shots that Lauren practically forced me
to drink, gave me enough strength to
make the decision that in that night I
just needed her. My stripper.
I got out of the car walking towards the entrance of "Imperium". The bouncer that already knew me enough just gave me passage to enter. The sensual beat of the music soon reached my ears. Two women almost half naked stared at me with a devilish smile, making me divert
my gaze and follow towards the bar.
Once I arrived at the bar I came across the brunette that was always there, Liza. I knew that she was one of
Natalie's faithful musketeers inside "Imperium". I bet that she knew about
the whole game. I tried to push away
such thoughts of my head and then I
called her.
Liza turned towards me, widening
her eyes when she realized that I was
there. She blinked a few times showing her evident nervousness and then she approached me.
"Can I get you anything?"
"The usual." The woman nodded, placing a glass of Whiskey with ice on top of the counter.
"Where's Natalie?" I whispered to the
woman who looked at me confused.
I rolled my eyes impatiently.
"Karla. Where is she?"
"She's in her dressing room getting
ready for her performance."
"Can I talk to her?"
"Mr. Jackson, it's not allowed the
entrance of any customer in that area,
unless the dancer has given the order."
"And is that really necessary? She'll
want to see me anyways."
Liza looked at both sides and got
closer.
"It would be better if you talked to her
after the performance. Karla is starting in a few minutes."
I just nodded at the woman who smiled weakly. I drank all the liquid in my glass, asking her to fill it again. I walked away from the bar going towards the main stage where Karla would dance. On the way I came across Candece who stared at me curiously. The woman walked quickly towards me and I just huffed. I wasn't with the slightest humor to pretend to be nice.
"Well, well, look who's here!" Candece
spoke excitedly raising her arms at me. I didn't respond, just opened a forced smile at the woman who stopped in front of me, preventing me from continuing my path.
"Did you come to admire my gem,
Jackson?" the woman let out in an
arrogant tone.
I smiled cynically.
"You mean mine, right?"
Candece shrugged, arching an eyebrow.
"Yours and of all the customers that
watch her."
I could feel a hint of malice in her
sentence, but I wouldn't let something
like that get to me.
"No, Miss Campbell, only mine.
Something is ours when we possess it
completely."
"And you possessed her?" She asked
almost defiantly.
"If I'm saying that she's mine, I presume so." I cut the woman with black humor. Candece smiled humorlessly.
"Very lucky then, Michael. You got what no one can have, we just don't know until when, right?"
"Until when I see fit, don't worry."
"Alright, make yourself at home,
Jackson."
I just nodded, raising the glass of
Whiskey at the woman with a smile on my lips. Candece hadn't left with a very good face, but she should already know that I don't do parallel conversations. I looked at the woman who walked away heading towards her office.
I continued my way to the front row,
it was from there that I would watch
her dance. Like I always did. A group
of young men next to me laughed and
talked among themselves.
"You won't regret having come. She's the hottest of the dancers, you need to see that body. You'll get turned on just by looking at her."
The blond said excitedly to the other
guy. I rolled my eyes impatiently. It was agonizing to have people and more people speaking in a sexual way about your woman, because Karla Natalie was MY WOMAN.
I took a deep breath trying to keep my
self-control. It could even be comical
if it wasn't so tragic. Weeks ago when
I didn't know that Karla was Natalie,
my jealousy regarding the stripper fit
in a low level. But after the discovery,
knowing that all those people desired and talked about Natalie irritated me.
Crazy, I know. But it was what I was
feeling. If it was only up to me, I would take Natalie away from that club never allowing her to go back there again.
"Does she see customers on the side?"
"I heard she doesn't. She never slept
with a customer, some call her the
"untouchable". The blond spoke again.
"I don't believe that, you just have to
offer a high amount of money that she
accept it. Come on, where is that lady
that owns this place? Today I'm going to sleep with that luxury whore."
That pig spoke with his cheap Italian
accent, laughing along with the other
young men.
I calmly took a sip of my Whiskey,
savoring every drop on my lips,
and then I quickly stood up walking
towards the group of young men that I pretended to not see and spilled all the liquid of my glass on the white shirt of the Italian that had spoken.
"Dammit, look what you did!" He
shouted all wet.
I didn't back away, I stared at the man in a cold way while he stared at me, shooting me with his eyes.
"I'm sorry mate, I didn't see you there." I let out ironically enough to increase his anger.
"Look where you're going next time!"
The other three men that accompanied him laughed and followed behind the angry Italian that left towards the bathroom. Idiots.
I sat again in my seat and ordered a
new glass of Whiskey, this time from a
redhead that walked from one side to
the other with the drinks. She threw me a mischievous gaze, which I took care of ignoring as soon as I heard murmurs that the performance was about to start.
The lights went out leaving only the
stage floor lights on. Imagining that
Natalie, or rather, Karla at any moment would show up there made my heart race, a certain nervousness of having her like that again and now knowing everything was too much. I took a big gulp of the drink that surely was already altering my senses, after all just look at where I found myself, right? Then the music finally started.
The spotlight lit on the stripper's body,
showing exactly how she was that
night. Damn her.
I cussed her inwardly when I saw her
clothes. Karla was dressed up as none
other than Natalie. She was wearing a
formal short skirt with a big slit on the thigh, leaving evident the garter belt that she was wearing. On the upper part a white blouse, unbuttoned till the top of her breasts that were covered by a red bra. Her hair was tied in a well made bun, and on her feet high heels, And I obviously she couldn't forget the main detail, her mask. She looked absurdly sexy.
*(Play the first song)*
Karla turned on her back and swayed
her body from one side to the other
slowly in perfect sync with the sensual music that was playing. Her hands went up and down the side of her body slowly, to then turn around and walk graciously to the front of the stage, throwing her hot gaze and mischievous smile in my direction. She knew that I would come, she knew the power that she had over me. The brunette winked at me and then bit her lip in teasing. She circled the big pole with a fully superior posture, and then put both hands on it to then lower herself fast, coming back up slowly.
"Damn, what a nice ass!"
"How much do you want to fuck me
tonight?"
Exclaimed the man next to me, further increasing my anger. Seeing that everyone there desired the woman that only I had possession could be good, it filled my ego in an incredible way. But since everything has its bad side, that wouldn't be different. I didn't like to imagine that all those people imagined
her how only I could have her. I looked at the man that was drooling over Karla, but then I returned my attention to the stripper that wiggled in such a sensual way with the song that was playing, and I had no doubts that she danced for me. We kept a straight line with our gazes laden with lust and anger. Karla slid her tongue over her rosy Iips while slowly started to unbutton the rest of the buttons of her blouse. Her body moved from one side to the other, showing even more the sinuous curves until she fully took off her blouse that she swung on the air and threw at the audience, or rather, at
me.
I grabbed the delicate fabric and smiled at her. She smiled devilishly and turned on her back removing the small object that tied her hair, letting it fall like a beautiful waterfall on her back, that by the way was wonderful too. Even in profile I could see her sweet smile change to a bold one. There was the perfect transformation that caused the destruction in my life. Natalie wanted to show me how the two were only one and how that could be fucking amazing. And I had no doubts about that, the two, if I could divide them, were the union of pleasure.
I was hypnotized by her body that
moved so well, so hot. God, she was
my end. I felt hot, horny, on fire just by watching her dance in that purely
sexual way. Karla instigated the
human imagination to be perverse and devious, I could categorize her as one of the seven deadly sins. The brunette removed her small skirt, leavirng her body covered only by the tiny red lingerie and garter belt. People around got excited and started throwing her dollars and more dollars. Karla smiled cynically, as if she didn't even know why all that euphoria, but she knew.
And the damn woman loved that, she
loved to be desired, courted by her
audience thirsty for more. If past lives
existed, Karla Natalie surely had been
some empress or queen. We could
easily feel in her aura how she loved to be coveted by all in a totally sexual way. She was heaven and hell in one single body. Would you have courage to enter this game? I have.
The woman moved with such easiness
on the pole. She was the owner of a
so well made body, that was hard for
me to imagine that she wasted time in
gym to make it like that, it was simply
wonderful and it moved in perfect
sync with the background music.
Her movements made us imagine a
thousand things that surely didn't carry anything innocent.
I took a sip of Whiskey, in a failed
attempt to make my body relax. There
was only one thing, or better, one
person that would make me relax
that night, and I was looking at her.
Natalie, or rather, Karla Estrabao slid
her small hands on her slightly sweaty
body, sweaty due to the effort she made while dancing. She slid her hands on while dancing. She slid her hands on places where everyone there wanted to touch. A young man stood up and screamed for the stripper that approached with a devilish smile, while the man in a bold way put some dollars on her bra.
I closed my hands into fists, trying to
keep under control the rage that took over my body. Karla better not provoke me or I would take her out of that stage when she least expected. When the brunette looked at me again, she automatically noticed my fury and smiled. Son of a bitch.
The woman walked in my direction,
making the man next to me go crazy.
He at this point didn't have one single
dollar in his wallet since he had already thrown all over the body of my woman that didn't even notice him. Karla stood so close, wiggling in front of me, that I could even feel weak with that view. But not now, I stood up grabbing some dollars from my wallet and with my eyes fixed on hers, I put the bills on the thin string of her panties.
"I'm all yours." Karla whispered so
that only I could understand, grabbing the dollars that I had just put on her panties to then rip them in front of me, throwing a small kiss in the air.
Such a tease, and daring. She turned on her back walking towards the back of the stage. Ending her performance.
"What did you do?" I heard the man next to me ask, taking me out of the bubble in which I found myself.
"What?" I asked confused.
"What did you do to make her dance
like that for you?" I stared at the man and I smirked, drinking the rest of the Whiskey in my glass.
"I made her mine."
I stood up from the chair leaving the
man behind. I walked towards the
dressing rooms where I could see
Liza at the entrance. As soon as the
brunette saw me, she opened a smile.
"Can I talk to her now?" I asked the
woman who stared at me doubtful.
"Let me ask first."
I quickly held her arm, preventing her
from leaving.
"You don't have to, leave it to me."
She just nodded, looking from one side to the other to then give me passage. I smiled and entered.
The corridor was empty, they were all
probably too busy in the club's lounge. I passed by some doors looking for the one that belonged to Natalie. When in the back I could see her name engraved on the plaque that was on the door.
"Karla Estrabao"
I approached slowly, stopping in front
of the door and taking a deep breath for what was to come. I shouldn't be there, I knew that. But I simply couldn't stay away from that woman. It was stronger than me.
I turned the knob slowly, entering her
dressing room where I quickly could
see her in the back, she was in front of a mirror surrounded by lights.
"You do know that it's forbidden the
entrance of customers here, right?"
Karla spoke slowly and calmly, and I
didn't even pay attention. I locked the
dressing room's door, grabbing the key and putting it in the pocket of the suit that I was wearing.
"Michael, leave." She ordered turning to face me.
I smiled and approached her slowly.
"I'm not leaving."
"You need to leave."
"Stop, stop refusing. You knew that I
would come."
Her gaze locked with mine and in her green irises I could see my reflection
completely lost. I placed both hands on the woman's waist, firmly bringing her body to mine.
I felt the stripper's hot breath against
my face, it smelled like mint with a hint of cherry. I bit my lip, sliding my hands on her back slowly. Karla brought her hands up to the mask with the intention of taking it off, but I stopped her.
"No, don't take it off. I want Karla
tonight."
The brunette smiled and turned her
back on me. And again I united my
body on hers, feeling that so familiar
heat take over my body. Now I saw our reflections in the mirror in front of me. We were the perfect image of the pleasurable hell.
"You are crazy, Michael."
Karla said looking into my eyes through our reflections.
"Why?"
I asked pushing her hair slowly to the
side, distributing kisses on her bare
neck, kisses that made the woman
shiver. Bingo!
"I'm Natalie too. Stop wanting to divide what you know it's only one."
I looked at the woman through the
mirror, leaving small kisses and bites
on her shoulder.
"While that mask is on your face, you
are Karla."
"And which one do you want?"
She asked turning towards me. I
brought my hands to her face, sliding my thumb over her rosy and fleshy
lips, to then go down the side of her
body until her thighs where I quickly
grabbed and swiftly lifted, forcing the
woman to sit on the counter behind her.
"I want both. Or rather, I want one."
Karla brought her hands to my neck
pulling me aggressively for a fierce kiss. I felt my body vibrating when I felt her tongue slide over mine with such skill. I sucked hurriedly and angrily, uniting harshly her body on mine. We devoured each other like two crazies in that instant. My hands roamed her back, squeezing even more the woman against me. Karla sucked my lower lip finishing that kiss with a small and teasing bite.
"No. Back away." She spoke getting off
the counter. I stared at her without understanding, my breath was already mismatched. My body thirsty for the brunette's body in front of me.
"What? Why?"
"I can't do this, Michael! Things won't get solved like this!"
"They could be solved!"
"No, they couldn't. You are drunk for
God's sake."
"God, of course they can. Come on. Be
Karla for me! Be her tonight, Natalie..." She turned towards me, carrying a provocative and challenging gaze.
*(Play the second song)*
"You want me to be Karla tonight?" She asked in a mischievous way.
"Yes, I do." I spoke decided.
The brunette shook her head to then
smile devilishly.
"As you wish, Jackson. Sit down."
"Why?"
"Sit." She ordered pointing towards the chair.
I took off my suit, throwing it over the
couch on the other side. And then I sat
down, not understanding where she
was going with such orders. I confess
that having Karla sometimes giving
orders was very exciting.
"What are you going to do?"
"A little private show for you. Stay really quiet, or else this ends."
I didn't say anything, I only nodded.
Karla slowly sat on my lap, making me admire every little bit of her uncovered body. Too sexy.
"Do you remember the rules?" She
whispered to me.
"We could leave them aside." I spoke with a bold smile, lightly caressing her thighs.
"No, every game has rules."
"Is this a game?"
"Yes, my game."
"Can I win in your game?"
"No one but me wins in this game."
"I can change that." I spoke grabbing
her waist.
"Stop being rushed!"
Karla dropped a slap on my arm.
"God, Natalie, I can't."
She smiled and stood up, making the
"tsk tsk tsk" noise with her tongue.
"I think I'll have to start punishing you for your mistakes, Michael."
"C'mon then, punish me. Let me see what you got." I said provocatively as she approached me.
Karla was now in front of me, wearing only a red blood lingerie with garter belt and high heels. Her hair was in a mess that left her incredibly sexy.
"Natalie..."
I started speaking when she slapped me across my face, making me groan in pain.
"Son of a bitch!"
"Shut up." She ordered.
"You'll win a little private show tonight. But remember, you can't touch me."
The music was pretty strong in there
too. I took a deep breath looking in the mirror in front of me, seeing the mark where she hit me. And then stared at her body that began to move slowly in front of me from one side to the other. Can you imagine? Karla Estrabao wiggling in such a sensual away a few centimeters away from you? It was mind-blowing. The brunette approached, sitting on my lap and rubbing her body slowly on mine. I could feel her sex rubbing on my dick slowly. I bit my lip and closed my hands into fists avoiding the urge to touch her.
She stood up staying with her back to
me and sat on my lap again, wiggling in perfect sync with the music while her ass rubbed on me. Fuck, I was gonna go mad. The urge of grabbing all that volume and squeeze it was a lot. But I controlled myself, seeing the woman tease me in a way that I didn't even know if I could keep handling. Karla stood up and leaned forward moving her hip right in front of me, to then turn to me again and face me with that pair of hot eyes, and a devilish smile.
She brought both her hands to the clasp of her bra, removing it and throwing it to the floor, leaving her breasts totally showing to me. I felt my dick twich in my pants and my mouth water in urge of sucking them. God have mercy, I pleaded in thought.
The brunette approached again sitting
on my lap, now facing me. Karla held
on my shoulders and made her body
rub on mine on the rhythm that the
music dictated.
"Fuck... You drive me crazy." I whispered.
I saw the woman close her eyes and
moan. She was feeling pleasure just by rubbing herself on me. No, no, I couldn't take it. I grabbed her waist and forced more her contact. But she stood up, turning her back on me.
"Take it off." She ordered.
I brought my hands to the thin string
of the panties that she was wearing,
lowering the wet fabric. Looking at the beautiful view in front of me, Karla was completely naked, only with her garter belt, stockings and high heels.
"Fucking hell, Karla." I let out the words almost in a moan.
She smiled, biting her lip in teasing and sat back on my lap again.
"Like what you see?"
The brunette asked rubbing her
body on mine in a sensual way and
according to the music that filled the
environment. I was going crazy. Maybe it was the alcohol in my bloodstream or the simple effect that the stripper caused in me. But I was sweating, my throat was dry, and my body screaming for hers.
"I love it."
Karla slid her tongue over her lips and unbuttoned my shirt, leaving my chest free for her, to then go back to rocking on me. I closed my eyes when I felt her hot center wet rubbing on me.
"Hmmm.. Dance for me, Karla." I
whispered sliding my hands over the
brunette's body.
And so she did, I could hear the moans coming out of her mouth. She started to rub faster and harder. I held her waist, setting the pace that she should follow.
Her breathing was heavy just like mine. I needed to feel her, my whole body was vibrating. I could have an orgasm just with the situation I found myself in. So I decided to change the game, I stood up from the chair with her in my lap and placed the woman on the counter again, staring at her so dark and perverse eyes.
"I won." I told her to then take her lips
in a ravernous kiss while my fingers took care of making her feel pleasure.
Karla brought her hands to my pants, unbuttoning them, and quickly rubbed her hand on my dick. I moaned in surprise.
"I don't think so, I'm the one who won." She whispered in my lips while her hands teased me.
"Oh God..." I moaned bringing my hand to her thigh while with the other hand I continued to rub on her bundle of nerves. I quickly took her hands as I put them on the top of her head, slowly thrusting inside her.
"Fuck..." I moaned weakly, but started thrusting faster.
"That Michael... More..." She moaned.
"You don't know how wonderful it is to see you moaning like this. I love it when you take control." She whispered, biting my earlobe.
Son of a bitch, she manipulated me as
she wanted. And I simply couldn't do
anything because my urge was to just
moan with her.
I held tightly on her waist with one hand, pulling her face and taking her mouth in an aggressive kiss. We almost swallowed each other like two crazies. When we heard strong knocks on the door.
"Karla?! Are you in there?"
I closed my eyes tightly, not believing in what I was hearing.
"Continue... Oh God, don't stop."
The knocks on the door continued,
mingling with the sound of the music,
the sound of her moaning. I was
going crazy. God. I thrust into her hard, making her arch her back.
"Fuck! So good!" She moaned sensually.
"Karla? There's a customer that wants to meet you."
It was Candece's voice. I stared at
the eyes of the brunette who smiled
provocatively.
"If you stop before you make me cum I'll end your life."
"Like this! Fas...ter!"
She ordered forcing me to thrust and
move faster and harder. I pulled out making my body explode in a mind-blowing orgasm. The objects on the counter started to fall to the ground with the movements we made, the thrusts in and intense. God, I no longer had any control of me, nor Karla of herself. The woman was holding on my neck, moaning
in such a hot way. I closed my eyes, breathing heavily, while she moaned so hard in my ear.
The knocks on the door came back
again, forcing me to let go of Karla.
We looked at each other, with heavy
breaths. I could see her mouth half
open and the small beads of sweat
run down her temples. The stripper
got down from the counter completely wet, grabbing her coat that was on the hanger beside.
"I have to open the door."
I put on my clothes, putting on my suit and handing the key to the woman. Unlike Natalie who was completely naked underneath the piece of clothing,
I found myself dressed. The brunette
walked towards the door, looking at
me for the last time before opening the door.
"Finally!" I heard Candece's impatient
voice.
"I'm sorry. I was somewhat busy." Natalie spoke cynically.
"There's no problem, I want to
introduce you this young man."
I shook my head, straightening my
clothes in front of the mirror. Neither of them had noticed my presence there.
"So I'm having the opportunity to meet the best stripper of the United States. It's a pleasure to meet you, Karla, my name is Lorenzo Santorini."
"Pleasure to meet you, Lorenzo."
"The pleasure is all mine."
"Karla, Lorenzo came from Italy and a
friend brought him to meet you."
"Oh, wow..."
"Well I'll leave you two alone, I'm sure
you'll want it." Candece said.
"Of course, a woman as beautiful as
Karla needs a good company."
The man spoke with an Italian accent.
God, I knew who he was. I walked away from the counter and joined Karla.
"That most certainly is not yours."
I spoke arrogantly, taking possession
of the brunette's waist in front of me.
Lorenzo was the same man in which I
spilled the Whiskey earlier. As soon as
he laid eyes on me, his body trembled
with anger.
"Oh Michael, I didn't know you were
here." Candece quickly spoke in a surprised and humorlessly way. Probably hating me for ruining her plans.
"I see no reason for you to know that,
right?" Karla widened her eyes in my direction.
"Of course."
"Let's go, Karla."
"Karla wil be busy now, I brought this
young man to meet her, Michael."
"She doesn't need to meet anyone, let
alone a guy like this."
"What do you mean by that?"
The man spoke angrily. I moved to be in front of Karla who held me by my waist with her hands.
"That I don't want you hitting on what's mine. So go look for another."
"Lorenzo, come with me. I have other
wonderful dancers."
"I came to meet Karla Estrabao." The
man said angrily.
I laughed sarcastically.
"In how many languages do you want
me to explain to you that Karla won't
meet you? I'm sorry that you came from Italy or some fuck like that, but you won't meet her this time, and nor any other time."
The man and Candece furiously glared at me. And I quickly grabbed Natalie's hand, pulling her out of there.
"God! What are you doing? Candece will kill me!"
"Come with me!" I ordered to the
woman without giving her any other
choice.
We left through the backdoor of the
club. I practically dragged Natalie by
her arm.
"You are hurting me!"
I knew that my actions were a crazy
mixture of jealousy and alcohol. I
wasn't a reliable person in these
moments. My arrogance turned me
into someone too harsh. I pulled Karla
until arriving at my car, where I put her slamming the door shut.
"Can you explain me what the hell you are doing?" The woman asked furiously taking the mask off her face.
"I'm taking you home."
"And who said that I want to go?"
I squeezed my hands on the steering
wheel until the knuckles became pale. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"You don't have to want! You won't stay here for that imbecile to keep hovering over you! And no other idiot that thinks of you as a prostitute!"
"What?"
"Exactly what you heard! Or do you
think his shirt got dirty by itself?"
"You did that?"
"And I would do much more."
"So much jealousy, God!"
"Fuck! It doesn't matter!"
"It does matter! Why all this jealousy?!"
"Because I love you! And I can't stand to see someone wanting you!"
I shouted at the brunette who stared
at me open-mouthed, until we saw
Candece knock on the car window.
Natalie quickly lowered it.
"What's happening, Karla? How am
I going to explain that?!" The woman
spoke angrily.
I took a deep breath, feeling the alcohol take effect in my head. Then I quickly got out of my side of the car, walking towards the blonde who backed away.
"Explain to that little shit that she's not a prostitute! If you want to sell your dancers look for another!" I practically shouted.
Candece squinted her eyes, and Natalie held me. Or at any moment I would jump on the neck of the woman in front of me.
"We'll talk about this, Karla." Candece
spoke leaving.
I was raging. Natalie stared at me
afraid, and I walked over to my side of
the car.
"Get out of there! Let me drive, you are too drunk and I don't want to die."
We switched places on the car because despite everything I had consciousness that driving wouldn't be the best choice.
"I'll take you to my house, from there
we'll call Alfred to come pick you up."
I didn't speak anything. I just stared
at the woman who looked simply
stunning. Thinking that under the coat she was completely naked was at least tempting.
"You can stop looking at me like that,
Jackson. You ain't going to get anything else tonight after that huge mess." Natalie drove to the front of her building where she parked my car.
"Come with me."
I walked alongside Natalie to the
elevator. The metal doors closed and
I quickly grabbed the woman's waist
from behind.
"Michael, not here!"
"Are you afraid of getting caught?"
"Obviously, I don't want to get kicked
out of here."
I kissed Natalie's neck that shivered.
I wasn't well, I wasn't at all normal. I
loved that woman but at the same time I hated her. It was a mixture of love and hate that came together causing an earthquake inside me. The elevator doors opened quickly making the brunette walk out, and I just followed her.
"Don't make noise, ok? I know that after you won't want Rydel and Laura to know that you are here. So be quiet."
"If I make noise you'll slap me again?"
Natalie chuckled and opened the door, and I quickly followed her.
Natalie's apartment was small however very cozy. It had a beautiful décor, really her style. The place was in total silence, it couldn't be different being the time that is was. The woman led me towards her room, closing the door right after.
I sat on her soft bed, admiring every
corner of that place. Her huge queen
size bed was right in the middle. The
walls had light colors, contrasting with the wooden floor. On the walls a mural with pictures and notes, the shelves full of books well lined up and cleaned. Everything there was meticulously organized, just like Natalie's style. I stared at the woman who looked for something.
"What are you looking for?"
"My phone, I need to call Alfred."
"Let me sleep here?" Natalie looked at me without understanding.
"I'll be quiet, Nelly. I just don't want to
be alone." We stayed in an awkward silence until she dropped her bag to the side and walked towards me.
"Are you sure? You are too drunk and I don't you tomorrow to speak bad things to me. The choice to stay is yours."
"I'm sure, let me sleep with you. Or I'll
go back there and beat that woman's
face."
"Michael... Candece is a woman that
helped me a lot."
"I don't want to talk about it, ok? I don't
want to think about any of it now."
"We'll have to talk about all of this, you know that right?"
"Later, babe... Later..."
I said grabbing Natalie's waist, resting
my head on her stomach.
"Okay, Mike, take a shower here, ok? I'll get some towels and then you're going to sleep."
"Take a shower with me?"
Natalie smiled sweetly and caressed my face slowly.
"No, I don't want it like this. I want you to be sobered up."
"What do you mean you don't want it
like this? A while ago we were together."
"I'm without my mask now, see? Who's speaking is Natalie. Michael I know of the confusion in which you find yourself, and I don't want to solve
things while you are in this state."
"Then just let me stay and sleep with
you..."
"Alright, you can stay."
Living between Karla and Natalie
wasn't being an easy task. The two were one. Only one. And I would have to learn to deal with it if I wanted to have that woman by my side.
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NOTE: I have to take care of some
things tomorrow before my classes
start, so I don't know if i'll have time
to post the next chapter, but I'll try my
best! Hope you guys enjoyed this one ;)