Natalia Peréz, the daughter in a family drowning in lies, and lost love. She craves justice and truth, despite everything around her. Natalia finally decides to put an end to everything.
"So, we're going clubbing. Do not try to get out of it. You dragged me out of Spain, it's only fair you do this with me," she says.
"Fine"
"Good" she says.
The nest second Roman comes in and says that he's going too.
This is my only chance to you know... break his heart.
I call Tomas and ask him if he wants to go, he says no, of course. There is something up with him I know it in my gut.
Aya says, "We're leaving in a hour, get dressed."
I get on the elevator to go to my room, Roman is with me, of course. I'm in front he grazes his hand on the small of my back. I'm wearing a crop top, he's feeling of my scars. I take a step forward putting me out of his reach.
Ding.
To my room.
I come in and start with make up. I settle for a natural looking base with some dark eyeshadow. I wear my hair with its natural curl, like my mother's.
I slip on a beautiful little black dress, and its easy to move in, and to carry weapons.
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I look at my phone 10:00 PM, time to go.
I grab two knives and slip them inside my dress. I step out of my room, seeing Roman go down the hallway. I cannot do this. Not to him, not to me. But, just because you don't want to do something it doesn't mean you don't have too. Another life lesson from papa.
He stares at me with lustful eyes with sparks of love in them. I hope that this is just lust, because lust is easier to destroy.
I strut down the hallway, and get on the elevator. Right before it closes he is in front of it. I look at him while the door is closing with the most expressionless face I could muster. This is going to be a long night.
At the Club
I open the limousine hearing cat whistles. I roll my eyes and Roman looks as if he is going to kill someone. I immediately make myself lost in the crowd. I down a few shots to get a drunken smell on me. I eye Roman in the back staring at me. I go to the dancefloor, and start grinding on random men. He comes to the dancefloor, our faces are an inch apart. He doesn't dance, he just stares into my eyes. I stand up on my tip toes. I say, "I don't love you. I used you to because I needed a distraction, Roman. You, are nothing more than a distraction. Let me tell you a little secret, I'm in love with Tomas."
I leave him, and the dancefloor and go home. I don't know how he felt or looked, I don't want to know, I am supposed to be emotionless.
I head down to the gym. That was one of the worst things I've had to do in my entire life.
