Mona
He loves me. He said so, and I believe him. Who comes back like this after a year? I always thought about doing the same, but business was always the priority. Until now.
"You look so beautiful Bonita." He says.
Here we are again. A date. I have a sudden feeling of deja vu as I look out at the city.
"I don't know New York that well, my friend recommended this place."
I don't know how to tell him...I own this place. I own a lot of places, when he texted me the name of the restaurant I had to call my secretary just to make sure. And sure enough, it's one of mine.
I take a sip of the white wine I'm holding and look out. I can see several other buildings, restaurants, banks and offices that I own just from here on this balcony. Fuck, I would like to say that it's overwhelming, and I don't like looking at it. But I love it.
The waiter comes to our table and offers us two menus. I nod at him thankfully and he leaves.
I can feel the eyes. Judging eyes, admiring eyes, jealous eyes.
"Do you plan on staying here forever?" He asks and I shake my head and look up at him.
"Definitely not. Europe. Italy. That is my place."
"I still haven't been you know."
"Well let's go together." I suggest and he smiles softly.
"I have to go back to Rio tomorrow," He says and I bite my lip "you know how it is, business."
"Right. Yes. No, I understand. Business, I know. I know."
"You're welcome to come." He suggests just as the waiter comes to the table to get our order.
"What can I get for you tonight?" The waiter asks, interrupting us.
We give him our order and he leaves. While he walks away he looks at me and then does a double take and rushes inside. I pull my clutch onto my lap wearily, holding my gun.
"Really?" I ask and he stares at me intently. His deep eyes makes my stomach flutter.
"I want you to come."
"I'd love to." I reply without thinking, distracted by the environment, and he smiles.
"Thiago will be delighted to see you."
"Thiago. How is he?"
"He copes with it all so beautifully. I don't know how he does it. I wish I had been more like that growing up, really."
"I like the way you are." I state.
"Really?" He smiles and I nod.
"If you were gay, how could we be together?" I joke and he laughs.
"That's not what I meant."
"I know. Me neither. I like you just the way you are. So don't wish yourself otherwise."
The waiter paces towards us with our food. And places them down with shaking hands.
"Are you okay?" I ask him and he looks at me with fear in his poor eyes. I put the gun away.
"Thank-you for dining with us tonight Ms Capriotti."
"Of course. It is no problem. It's good to see how you are all working."
Salvador looks at us both slightly confused.
"How are we working...might I ask?"
It's rude of him to ask really. And if I weren't trying to act all nice boss in front of Salvador, I might have given him a piece of my mind.
I smile angrily. "Fine. So far."
The waiter bows and walks away speedily almost tripping on air. What a clumsy fucker.
"What was that about?" Salvador asks as we start eating.
"I own this place." I say nonchalantly.
He lets out a quick scoff and smiles. "Fuck. I should have known. I almost forgot who's territory I am in."
"When we go to Brazil, I'll be in yours."
He smiles. I wish he knew how much I want it all to be our territory.
***
We go back to my place. All I feel like now is bed. Maybe some Tv. But I'm too tired and bloated for sex or anything else. I think Salvador understands that. I think he maybe even feels the same way.
We go straight to my bedroom. When picking me up he left his bags here. I thought it was because he'd be staying with me, not leaving tomorrow. That reminds me, I need to fucking pack. I'll do it in the morning.
We strip off and get into my cosy, comfortable bed. We sink into it, facing each other.
"Why does this feel so normal?" I ask.
"Because Mona, we are meant to sleep in the same bed, at the end of tiring days, everyday, forever." Salvador replies sleepily. He strokes my face gently as we look at each other in the darkness.
"Forever is a long time."
He shakes his head slowly and sighs "No," he sighs "not long enough."
I want to ask him to marry me, again. Not for business this time, for love. But a distant memory drifts into my mind, he once told me he wanted to be the one to propose. So I'll give him time.
When I look back at him he's asleep. "Goodnight Salvador." I whisper and kiss him on the forehead.
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Salvador
RomanceSalvador Estaban, feared, dangerous Brazilian cartel leader, surprises himself when he falls for the nurse that caters to his and his men's injuries, Mona Capriotti. Little does he know, she's so much more than just the nurse...