OFF THE RECORD (First Person)

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September 2014

Jose

I was waiting for Regina in our predetermined kiosk on Ocean Drive. I had asked her to meet me here to 'end' our relationship.

My hands were sweaty from my nervousness and my glasses had fogged up, but I was decided to go thru with it.

I had a lot of work to do, and Regina was only a distraction. Besides, I knew that we had no future. It was better to finish it now, once and for all.

"Hi!" She greeted me as she entered, sitting on the bench across from me, keeping her distance.

She looked beautiful. Her long black hair was down in waves. She wore a short white floral dress that hugged her curves and revealed some of her boastful chest.

I could only imagine how to take it off.

Concentrate, I thought to myself.

"Hi Reggie." I smiled, setting my hands on my right knee, which was up due to my leg being crossed, with my ankle on top of my left knee. "Do you work today?"

"No. And I told my parents I had plans. We have the whole afternoon for ourselves. You want us to go to your apartment? Or to the usual?" She asked, excitedly.

Usually, we would see each other in an old hotel downtown, which had a car garage for more privacy. I tried not to take her to my apartment too often, to not raise any suspicion, and to also not get involved with her.

Just because I didn't see a future with her it didn't mean that I didn't care for her. I just didn't want those feelings to evolve into something I would regret later on.

I ran my eyes on her one more time, from head to toes. I wanted to understand the reason why I found her so desirable. Of course, she was smoking hot. But that wasn't just it.

I knew every part of her body, every curve, every freckle and mole. I had her beautiful face memorized, ever since we met in middle school. I was fascinated by it, even if I didn't have the chance to know her as well as I did until after she graduated high school.

But I couldn't go through another scare as the one we had three months ago. That had been my alarm, reminding me that we had gone too far. After her last appointment in the hospital, I had tried to avoid her as much as I could, but having her here, this close, it was impossible to deny her.

One last time won't hurt, I thought.

Impulsively, I nodded.

Regina's face beamed with happiness. I'm sure she had felt my cold shoulder towards her. She was giving me time to rearrange my thoughts. Because even when I knew the miscarriage had devastated her, I had felt a shared effect. At least, mentally. I wasn't comfortable sharing my thoughts, though, and she knew that. She knew me too well.

I should feel lucky to have her here, still after all this time, trying—and succeeding—to charm me. Keeping afloat a relationship that never existed. No other man had been lucky enough to reach Reggie's attention, much less, keep her heart. The only one that did it failed to reciprocate the affection. I almost felt bad for her.

We went to my apartment, with Regina's mustang following right behind me.

She entered with the key I had given her, which wasn't used often. As she opened my bedroom door, she realized I was ready for her, only wearing briefs, waiting at the edge of my queen bed, with only the light from the side lamps on.

She waltzed seductively to me, slowly. My anticipation to feel her grew by the second, and she took advantage of that.

"So, Mr. Councilman," She started, lowering the straps of her dress, uncovering her shoulders. "Tell me how I can help you on your new proposals for the city?"