Lost in Your Eyes | Enrique Iglesias

Chapter 14

''Morning', sunshine! Did you sleep well? '' Enrique asks from a chair on the balcony, holding a cup of coffee. ''Here, I made you coffee'' he points to the other cup on the small, round table next to the chair and you smile. 

''Smells heavenly'' you say as you feel the scent of fresh made coffee. 

Standing up, Enrique pulls you close into him for a tight, long hug. As you stand there in comfortable silence, you feel the warm sun shine on your skin, making you realize how good life is. 

''I'll go take a shower'' he says as he places a soft kiss on your lips and leaves for the bathroom. Barely a minute after, his phone starts ringing. 

''Enrique, your phone is ringing'' you yell from the balcony. 

''Can you please answer for me? I can't come out right now'' he answers from the bathroom. 

You pick up the phone to answer, the screen showing an unknown number, on the other side of the phone the voice of a woman. 

''Hola, amor'' says the woman immediately. 

''Hello? This is Enrique's phone'' you say, thinking that the person perhaps just called the wrong number.  

''Ah right, I forgot he's got..a ..whatever you are, girlfriend'' 

''Who is this?'' you ask, now clearly confused. 

''It's Amanda, honey. I think we've met before but I forgot your name, not that I care'' says Enrique's ex as you clench your fist as a reaction to her rudeness. 

''So what exactly is it that you want? Is there anything I can help you with?'' you ask, angry inside but calm on the outside. You try hard to keep calm and be kind. Kill them with kindness, they say. 

''Oh he knows what I want from him though, he knows it too well''. 

''You can't be serious. Why did you call Enrique?''. 

''Is mi amor there?'' Amanda ignores you so simply, without shame, that it makes you want to throw up. 

''You keep dreaming about tu amor. Please stop calling, will you?'' you say as you hang up and throw the phone onto the bed in front of you and leave the room. What a bitchy woman. 

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''Who was on the phone love? Anything important?'' Enrique asks as he comes out of the bathroom. He finds you in the backyard and leans in to kiss your head just when his phone rings again and you get up, refusing to be kissed.  

''You'll see who it was. Answer it''  you leave the backyard and go for the porch instead, putting your headphones on and ignoring everything around. Your blood is boiling with anger at this point.  

Confused and worried about why you are mad, Enrique answers the phone.

Hello, this is Enrique''. 

''Hello, handsome. I've missed your voice''. 

''Excuse me, but who is this?'' he is as confused as you in the beginning.  

''Come on amor, like you don't know. It's your dear Amanda''. 

Enrique chokes at what he is hearing, realizing who it is. ''My Amanda? You must be crazy or something. Where did you get my number from?''. 

''That's something that doesn't matter at all. So tell me, do you miss me?''. 

''Are you fucking with me right now? This is not funny. What do you want from me? ''

''I don't want anything from you, I want you. And I know you want me too'' she tries to speak in a disgustingly attractive voice, failing miserably.  

''Amanda what the fuck are you doing? Why are you bothering me?'' Enrique is so angry at this point, that his fists are so clenched that it almost hurts. 

''If you see me, you won't help it. You'll want to leave that..girlfriend of yours''.  

''I've never thought you could be more rude and disrespectful. You make me sick to the stomach''. 

''You're so sexy when you're mad'' Amanda says, it being the last thing before Enrique hangs up in anger, throws his phone to the floor and goes to the front porch to meet you.  

''Baby'' 

''Don't'' you stop him, refusing to listen. 

''Why are you acting like this?'' 

''Are you gonna give her what she wants? I bet you'd love to'' you say in anger, wanting to punch yourself immediately after the words left your mouth.  

''Why would you say such thing?'' he looks hurt and shocked by your words.  

''Why does she have your number? And she calls you on the phone to call you mi amor, to tell me..your girlfriend, that YOU know what she wants. What is this?'' you feel tears forming in your eyes but refuse to let them fall. 

''I don't even know where she's got my number from'' he says truthfully. 

''You gave it to her''. 

''What the fuck? I would never. Why the fuck don't you trust me?'' he is clearly starting to get angry.  

''What if my ex boyfriend called me right now and you answered and he told you that he wants me and that I know it so well?'' you raise your voice in anger. ''How would you feel?''

He sits down on a couch looking and listening angrily at what you are saying. 

''I wouldn't give a shit because you're mine and not his. I wouldn't give a shit because I trust you, Y/N'' he says, trying to not raise his voice but failing. ''But you clearly do not trust me, and that is a big issue to me'' 

''Well then fuck it'' you yell back. 

''Fuck it then'' he says as he goes to grab his phone and wallet. ''I'm done'' he says, his last words before disappearing down the street, calling for a taxi. 

You don't stop him out of anger, but you wish you did. You really wish you did.