That Bitch..

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I must say, that by the beginning of the March I was starting to really like my life again.

My job was fun..I was mostly working with Jaro - who was good looking vegetarian and total gay. He was just couple of years older than I. He was helping me to learn and by the end of the month Beatriz realized that me and him are good team, so she gave us a whole one page in the magazine. We were writing about hotels, restaurants and clubs in the Capital..

My living situation was good too. Both girls were fun and super nice..Sandra was the drama queen and Roxanna was the artist - she was singing in the jazz band. I did not have too much time on my hands to hang out with them more..but i always had a breakfast with Sandra and dinner with Roxanna, before she left to the club, where she was performing.

"Michaela! Your phone is ringing!" Roxanna informed me when I was preparing some food for us. I put the cheese on top of the pasta and walked in to my bedroom. It was that unknown number again.. I was thinking it could be Camille, but when I talked to her like a week ago she did not say anything about calling me..

"Hello?" I answered as I was walking back to the kitchen. There was a bad connection.."Hello?"

Roxanna already put the plates on the table and she was waiting for me to sit down. The connection was so bad, that the phone call got canceled.  I sat by the table.

"Is everything o.k?"

"Yes. Some unknown number.." I said reaching for my fork.

"Yum..this is very good." She said after first bite. I was happy she liked it. "When will you come to my concert?"

"When I will have some time...I would love to see you performing."

"You are off tonight..and tomorrow is Saturday.."

She was right, but I had to finish some review on new Mexican restaurant, which was open just couple of weeks ago.. Jaro had some date tonight, so I told him I will finish it..

Roxanna finished her food and while I took care of the dishes, she got ready to leave. Roxanna was shorter and curvy young woman. She had long red hair and she looked very exotic - her mother was Japanese and her dad was Puerto Rican. She had a lots of tattoos and she was always wearing crazy earrings.

"See you tomorrow.." She said before she left. I liked to be home alone..I took shower and I lay on the sofa in front of the TV. I was watching some silly reality show, when i received a text message..

"Hello?"

It was the unknown number again. Hello? - I texted back question - Who is this?

And I received back - :-) - a smiley face. I tried to call the number but my operator did not allow me.  Who is this? It is not Camille...i'm sure it is not Vanda..Jacob..

The phone started to ring again.

"Hello?" I answered again.

"If you would give me your number, I would not call you.." The voice. I knew that voice. My heart dropped. This can not be real.

"..but I like to work little extra.. Hello?" I was quiet..

"Max is it you?" I asked stupidly.

"Yes..It's me. How are you?"

"Where did you get my number?" I stood up from my sofa..

"I'm doing good..Thank you for asking.."

"I"m sorry..I did not..It's..I mean.."

"I have my ways  and tricks Michaela.." I could tell that he was smiling by the tone of his voice.

"I'm doing well.." i sat back on the sofa. We talked for an hour. I told him about my new job and my new place..He was not talking much..He was just asking questions..He told me he was traveling a lot and working hard..."Well, I have to go.." he said. "It was nice to talk to you..I like your voice.."

"Really?"

"Yes..I do. And your laugh too.."

I hate my laugh. I think it is too childish.

'It's very sexy.."

Did he really say that? I blushed. "Thank you.."

"Are you going to sleep?" He asked.

"Not yet..I have some work to do.."

"Can I call you later?"

"Later?"

"Like in couple of hours?"

"I think I will in the bed by then.."

"I hope so.."

I looked around the empty apartment. "O.K"