ANA
I clean the tables, thinking of him. I take orders thinking of him. I look at the table he ate at the first time I met him.
Everything reminds me of him.
I try not to cry. My coworkers notice me and ask me if I need time off, but I don't. I need to keep my mind distracted. I was taking a client's order when I got the thick scent of perfume. I was feeling nauseous all day, but this just made it worse. I finish the order quickly and leave, trying to find my way to the nearest bathroom.
When I do, I let it all out, and tears start to fall. I quickly compose myself and start washing my hands and face, the aftertaste of vomit still lingering in my mouth. I sip water from the sink, then spit it out.
I look in the mirror. "Don't cry." I simply whisper to my reflection and leave the bathroom. I see one of my coworkers beckoning for me. I walk faster towards him. "There's this lady who wants to see you," Miguel says, nodding somewhere behind me. I turn around.
There was a tall woman who seemed about my age. She had beautiful, silky blonde hair and a gorgeous diamond necklace. Just like that, I knew she was wealthy. She had a Chanel purse on her arm as she lazily looked over at the restaurant, a sour expression on her face. I walk to her and clear my throat.
"Good afternoon! Were you looking for me?" I ask, smiling at her. "You're Ana Martinez?" She asks, butchering my last name. Her blue eyes bore into my skin, and I started feeling uneasy. "Yes, miss," I say.
Then, I feel it. Pain and heat on my cheek. Everything went silent as I felt the stinging spread from my cheek to my face. "That's for fucking my husband."
The room started spinning. This was Alex's wife. Mrs.de Léon.
She was gorgeous. God, I had ruined myself. Despite her having come to my workplace and hitting me, she was beautiful. What did Alex even see in me if he had her? She had everything I didn't. She even had him.
My coworkers start escorting her out, talking over her. Miguel comes running to me, grabbing me in his arms. That's when it all went dark. The last words I heard were Miguel shouting for someone to call an ambulance.
I felt so cold and alone.
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عاطفية"I love you." I say in between kisses. Ana moans into my mouth, her hand slithering around my neck. "I love when you say that." She whispers, letting my lips wander onto her neck. "Say it again." She bites her bottom lip, holding back another moan a...
