I WAS BORN TO LOVE YOU

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That party marked a sort of Enzo's good-bye from the city of Munich and its different risks. It had given him so much, he still adored that city. Now he could speak german to give lessons, I had met Lars and explored his wild side and he had also spent romantic and memorable moments with Tarek there. But that party meant his swan song in the bavarian city and that kind of wild parties too. He must put together all his pieces because he had been a litte out of control so long.

Enzo returned London basically to attend his friend Ralph Haynes tv programm. Lately he didn't do interviews, he loathed them but the fact of talking to a friend although on live and prime time, eased his mind. Whenever he had to do some promotion of a movie and must to submit himself to a marathon of interviews, he required some mental power to deal with it. In spite of that the interview ran smoothly. Enzo was nice, witty, charming and joked a lot but he used to be exhausted and moody about his overdimension of himself there. Deep down he had that appealing dualism; shy and outrageous at the same time.

Tarek had come with him and now he was returning with him as usual. They were still upset about Greta topic. Tarek kept her in his flat, disobeying Enzo's specific commandings to move her to his mansion. But this disagreement didn't stop them from eating themselves when they met and locked in his bedroom just before going to the tv set. Suddenly, with no previous warning, getting into the car, Enzo turned to Tarek and burst him out angrily:

- Get the fuck out of here. I'm meeting up Will and everybody else, I don't want you with me today.

- What are you saying?

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- What are you saying?

- What you have just heard. Get out.

Duncan, who was with him as always, looked at Tarek shrugging his shoulders. He was so confused as him for his boss's behaviour. He knew when he got like this it was impossible to reason.

Tarek didn't ask him explanations and each one took different directions. The next day Enzo returned Munich so as he put some miles between them, Tarek thought it was all over. But Enzo didn't last to start a campaign of persistent phone calls. Usually early in the morning to piss him off. Tarek didn't pick them up, unmoved. Eventually even Duncan and Taron took part calling him. Enzo knew Tarek would pick them up. He was very clever.

- Tell your boss nobody treats me like this because I won't tolerate it.

- He knows, he knows he's been a real asshole.

- Well, fuck him.

- He was high. You know how he gets before an interview. He was feeling sick.

- Really, Duncan? I don't think we can lay the blame his pathological bullshit on the coke.

- His pathological bullshit. Enzo will love that.

- Duncan, don't even think to tell him. Well, do what you like.

- He would smother you in kisses if you had told him that sentence. Are you calling him?

- No.

Enzo returned to London and without stopping by his home, he drove from Heathrow to Epping. The first thing Tarek saw was an amazing bouquet of white roses and then Enzo showing his smiling face from one side of it. Tarek grabbed and led to his nose right away closing his eyes. It was his favourite rose, how did he recall it?

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