Caitlin held onto her secret for years, remaining a burden she was willing to carry. She desperately wanted to protect her son Zion from this world and from his father Bronze Marcelo, the most prominent artist of the rap industry. Simultaneously, sh...
How could Caitlin have gotten so lucky? She didn't stumble upon a fine list of good fortune. She did, however, remembered her mother mentioned how she found several frogs inside of her porch, yelling let those sapos in here, bring in the money. But, Caitlin wasn't one to be superstitious. It felt better than winning the lottery. Well, almost as good.
She purchased the breakfast bundle at a nearby bakery Pan Con Café and grabbed some bagels, Cuban coffee, and a variety of cream cheese for options. As she made it through the gates of her red-brick school, it was full of students arriving and dragging their feet toward the cafeteria. She spotted the exceptionally tall man in the collared short sleeve and vest. His back, again familiar to her, faced in her direction. Near the work site, surrounding him was a group of construction workers that seemed entertained by his spoken words.
All of the men chuckled in their intimate conversation. Mr. Ramos's hand reached the back of his head and scratched a spot almost modestly. She closed the distance between them, inch steadily with a sense of embarrassment and gratitude. God. The blood had reached her cheeks. She recalled the overly dramatic scene of flinging herself onto the ground and then, into his arms. This was why she told her mother that she was going to quit watching telenovelas with her. Caitlin eavesdropped into their rowdy conversation. They discussed the depth of pipes and floors underground - a foreign language to her, but it seemed like a mixture of complicated math.
"Excuse, Mr. Ramos," Caitlin began, tightened her grip on the brown paper bag and coffee, "may I talk to you. Privately?" she added.
He turned around, and for the first time, she got a glimpse of her real Prince Charming. Oh, my. A man that would easily opened the heavens' gates from where he stood. Her eyes soaked up the slicked back dark hair and his distinctive dark eyes stared back at her. His long eyelashes. Every girl would dream about such blessings. He blinked as the sun hit his vision. Her eyes lowered to his shoulders, admiring his bulging biceps. Dear Lord, his muscular face was smooth, with the exception of the stubble of unshaven hairs which made him even more irresistible. So many despicable thoughts ran through her head.
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"Caitlin Michel," Mr. Ramos said, waved off his construction workers. Her heart trembled when she heard her name spoken from those lips. The workers dispersed at his command. He returned his hands in his pockets and glanced down at the brown bag and coffee in her hands.
"Uh, yes, that's me. You remembered?" God, she was breathless. She smiled widely, unwillingly. "I didn't mean to take up your time. I just wanted to show my gratitude about what happened in your last visit. I have a cup of coffee and bagels with your name on them."
Caitlin shoved the bag and coffee toward his chest. He tittered under his breath, took his hands out to receive the gift. His hands brushed hers, which provoked all kind of tingling sensations through each and every finger. It was that intense electrifying feeling that only Hollywood movies can create. When his skin touched hers, her thoughts entered a dark place. Alas, he took a sip of his coffee, smiled with a sense of ease. God, he had perfect teeth too. This was what she called an ideal type of torment.
