MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

MR. BAD GUY

14th February, Valentine day, was a day mandatory to give free rein to the truly romanticism. Tarek had always celebrated this special day with his ex couples, he didn't know Enzo's customs. He wanted to wake him up that morning before going to work with his gift, a beautiful bouquet of two dozen Blue Moon roses, his favourites.

- Happy day, my love -he said placing the bouquet in a basket over his bedside table.

Enzo growled him something and turned his back on him on bed. Funnily enough when Tarek arrived the magazine that morning his bouquet of flowers awaited him. Twelve amazing red roses.

- Tarek, they have arrived just recently -the recepcionist informed him with bright smile.

Tarek opened up the card, thrilled. "For my wonderful husband. Kisses, my love. Enzo". He could never defeat him in romantic field. He must order them last night. He sighed happy bringing them to his nose.

For his part, Enzo woke up two hours later to face with his huge lila-lavander roses. "For my favourite grumpy. Shall we make it up? With love. Tarek". Enzo had forgotten instantly the reason of his anger and placed the bouquet in the best place of the house, just in the entrance hall. Over the pietra dura table.

Living together was full of fights, arguments, tantrums. They argued practically about everything. Cats, jealousy, independence, Tarek's work which stopped him to travel with him how he wanted.

Enzo must move to United States to shoot a commercial spot. He wanted Tarek travel with him but the latter couldn't have two free weeks all of a sudden.

- I'm not Mrs. Efseryan. I have a job.

- I know it by heart. I have an independence. Will you tell me that?

- I don't think I need to tell you.

- Don't you care I need you by my side? It's going to be two whole weeks.

- They will pass soon. You will be very busy.

- Do you know how it is shooting a spot? It's the most boring thing in the world.

- Poor little thing, they will pay you a lot of cash for that. So many people wished to get bored that way.

- Oh, God. The plebeian Tarek.

- But I am right, am I not?

- Oh, I'm gonna miss you a lot, darling.

- Me too, my love.

The periods of Tarek's sickly need came together with Enzo's occasional flirts with other men. As Tarek limited to quiet bike rides or running through Hyde Park, Enzo kept his busy night life. A lot of nights he didn't come back home. The explanation the next day was he wanted to respect his sleep hours having to get up so early and he would rather stay in his flat at Iverna Gardens. Tarek was not a jealous guy. He tried to keep himself calm with that new inappropriate thing. In view of Taron was like a tomb and he would never betray his boss and friend, Tarek decided to research on his own.

One of those mornings when Enzo didn't come back home, he followed Taron's steps who was heading Iverna Gardens. After around fifteeen minutes he went out of the flat with Enzo and later on, a boy. It was clear Enzo cheated on him.

He chose not to make a jealousy scene followed by his runaway with his suitcases. He decided to have some fun too. Of course he wouldn't cruising  but he would have fun with his friends and let him having fun with his.

- Do you mind if I'm having some drinks with friends tonight? Tomorrow I don't wake up early.

Tarek and Enzo were in the bathroom like a happy married couple. Enzo was taking care of his moustache and Tarek was applying some cream over his face.