•ℜ𝔲𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔩𝔶, 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢•
"Love starts with a spark and turns into a bonfire. But the way I experienced love with him, had the same definition but a different outcome. Is love supposed to harm your...
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The toothbrush rubbed over my teeth, as I viewed myself in the bathroom mirror. My brunette hair is at shoulder length by now and it docks on my skin.
Not a heartbeat later, my phone buzzed and a peak on it, let me breathe rapidly.
Matteo.
<<Good morning, Cariña. I hope you slept well?>>
He must've seen the last time, I was online to know when I would be awake. I'm most definitely not going to answer the second question.
<<Good morning, Díaz. How was your meeting yesterday?>>
Writing the last sentence took me a while since I was unsure if that made me sound too interested in him.
<<It was boring as always. I wish I could've spent this time with you instead. Who knows, maybe I have an opportunity today?>>
I swallowed the invisible chunk in my throat down and stopped with my movement.
<<And what do you have on your mind?>>
<<You.>> <<Not only that, but also the deal. Are you interested in talking about the assignment?>>
Me. I hesitated, waging the pros and cons. He might be a millionaire and a reputable client, although, I don't trust him. He's too attractive and we didn't have a formal first encounter.
What if he touches me against my will? Okay, that is a stupid worry, he asked in a club, while we danced if he could touch me.
<<On the phone? You can call me when you're free, I have a day off today.>>
<<What about taking it to my home? I'm mostly doing home office.>>
Yeah, that was enough to state, that Matteo is just interested in my body.
<<I'm not comfortable with that.>>
<<That's understandable. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like a creep. Are you comfortable with me taking you out for dinner, perhaps?>>
At least he realized how it sounded. Dinner doesn't sound all too bad, since it's public.
<<Mhm. Fast Food is the only thing I can afford.>>
<<I'm not letting you pay. I pick you up at eight.>>
With that, he simply went offline. Somehow, his demanding tone did something to me. By the way, Matteo didn't ask if I had time for him at eight. As if it was natural, that I would have time for him.
Arrogant bastard...
I trotted into the kitchen, making myself a coffee while yawning my soul out. Carlos sat on the wooden table and read a magazine about fashion, instead of studying all day and night long. I've never seen him doing so and somehow he still passes every exam. For cardiology pretty impressive, I assume?
