MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

SET MY ALARM, TURN ON MY CHARM

Enzo was so drunk in love that just on fourth day he proposed going out to shop nice things for the attic. Tarek thought it had it all and didn't require more things, but Enzo looked at him as though he was out of his mind. He said emphatically that they were just a group of rooms with no soul and it needed his special touch and it was demanding using profusely his card. He was really a great fan of interior design and decoration and Tarek, who didn't understand a thing, thought he could manage with colours and textures. He could spend hours just watching different curtains or bed linen, he specially liked this and testing his patience. They ended up fighting most of the time.

- I love them -Tarek said smiling while he showed him two different fabrics.

- Do you love them both? They are completely different -he raised his eyebrows, peevish.

- Can't I like both?

- Did you watch them well?

- Oh, Enzo. I'm starving, we've been here hours. Won't you make up your mind?

- This is not working like this, honey. I have to be sure and I'm not. I must watch a little bit more, sorry.

- You are breaking my balls. Do you know who I am looking at closely? One of the shop assistants. If you go on wandering about seas of fabrics undecided, I'm laying him to the store.

- Which one? -he asked curious, narrowing his eyes.

- First one and then the other till I'm fucking everybody. Let's see if you decide the fabric.

- Oh, my dear. I love your beautiful nostrils dilated when you get angry. It's very sexy.

Montreux was a delicious place. The little Swiss village was so quiet and peaceful, it seemed isolated of everything and everyone. That funny place between steeped hills, the big lake and the impressive Alps, was irresistible. Enzo, a real city dweller who adored the bustle, said Montreux was good in short sips. Too much peace for him sometimes was counterproductive.

Enzo didn't buy a great house at centre of London randomly. He needed to be where it's at but at the same time he admittted Montreux was turning increasingly into his place to run and take shelter.

The Swiss people was polite and aseptic to the full, which it was very comfortable for such a famous person like him. They could lead practically a normal couple life without the people bother them. Tarek came downstairs to buy some bread like an ordinary neighbour with no need to put on a cap or sun glasses. When somebody stopped them to take a photo with Enzo and usually they asked Tarek too, used to be pleasant and respectful people although Enzo never denied a photo or an autograph anybody.

Taking advantage of the beautiful weather they had, Tarek persuaded Enzo to rent some bikes and take a ride. Tarek made himself a selfie with his husband totally equipped as he would take part in Tour of France. Every little detail. Even his jersey was yellow, his favourite colour and the colour of the leader, of course.

In his Instagram account you could read: "My leader in all the stages".

The route bordering around lake Leman from Montreux to Villeneuve was 3 miles long and another 3 miles back. It was enough easy for someone like Enzo, not used to ride a bike, could face it comfortably.

- I can't go on anymore -Enzo complained bending over the handlebar, stopping when they were near the Chillon castle.

There were so long queues waiting to enter, mostly students. Tarek and Enzo climbed down the paved path for cyclists and walking people to make a pause, in a quieter place.

- Don't be a whiny -Tarek took him off his helmet, messing up his short and black hair, so sweaty-. You did it great to not be trained. I hate you. You have such a wonderful genetic.