Shipping Game

I will never be her

Nothing better after having sex than taking a shower.

Now I feel much better, I step out of the shower and wrap myself in my exclusive white towel.

It's like any other workday; me facing the window, contemplating Javi's beautiful rose garden.

The strange thing is that Javi hasn't made any noise, except for the sound of the shower when he bathed.

Could it be that he's already locked himself in his studio to edit the video?

Well, Javi has always been very professional, it wouldn't surprise me.

I leave the room and stroll through the living room. A glass table with a vase in the middle containing a white rose in water.

Curtains open and a couple of black leather armchairs.

He has already sorted everything out... nothing happened here

I bite my lip and head to the studio. The door is slightly ajar, so I enter; but I don't find him.

"He's already gone", I mutter.

Maybe he's thinking of changing studios, hmm.

I shrug my shoulders and leave the studio. I close the door and return to the room to call him on the phone.

But it won't be necessary because he calls me first, so I answer instantly.

"I was about to call you", I confess.
"Good- he says - Can you look out your window?"

I walk to the window and see him on the sidewalk with a bouquet of red flowers.

"What's going on?", I ask him, "Have you already tired of my bad cooking?"
"Put on what's in the wardrobe and come, please", he asks.
"Alright, I love celebrating outdoors", I admit.

I quickly run to the wardrobe and open it to see a very elegant red dress. I love it, so I put it on in a few seconds and rush to the mirror.

I start styling my hair and hear the door open. I step out to find him in his suit, placing his hands on my waist.

"I'll do my hair quickly," I swear.

"And you do your makeup quickly," he says sarcastically, "Come on, you can style your hair in the car and... I don't even know why you bother with makeup."

He pulls me by the hand, and we hurry to his red car. He starts the engine and drives off, while I roll up the window so the wind won't mess up my hair.

"You could have told me, I hate going out like this, without any preparation."

"That's why I did it."

"You always liked teasing me."

"I like getting a rise out of you."

"You'd better save that for before'."

"I do it before' and I'm doing it now..." he says, "this celebration is not like any other."

"Nothing excites me more than the money we make, right?" I confess.

"Well, we'll make a lot more now," he says, and I start to worry.

"What do you mean?" I ask, "I feel good this way, it's easy and I like it. I don't want to change anything."

"Really?" he asks, surprised, "Don't you remember why we broke up?"

"I thought we were okay," I tell him, "That's why I told you it was over."

"Hey, you were the first girl to impress me and then you cheat on me with a sick person," he says disdainfully, "What kind of humiliation do you think I felt?"