That Bitch..

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Monday was very busy day for me..I had to book my tickets back home, I had to go to meeting with one of my bosses and I had to meet up with Camille. I was not sure if I will meet up with her - she was not the most committed person. But to my surprise, when I entered the Argentinian restaurant she was already sitting at the one of the tables. I walked towards her.. She stood up and game me a hug.. After I sad down and exhaled I looked at her..She looked like a mess..

Her face was dull, she had dark circles under her eyes and I could tell she lost some of weight..

"Thank you for coming Michaela. It feels like I did not see you for ever.."

We met for dinner, but I was not hungry and she barely touched her plate. I let her talk about her marriage..She was talking fluently with monotone voice and it almost felt like she is numb..

"I don't understand..," She exhaled and lighted up her cigarette. "We've been married for long time..nothing changed..nothing major happened...I don't understand why is he doing this to me."

"Maybe he found out about your affairs.." I said with calming voice. There was nothing secret about it..

"Michaela..when he met me I was working as a porn actress..I was working as a porn actress for long time..He is producer..he tested some of the actresses by himself..Our marriage was not very typical. We slept with other people.., but in the end we love each other and planned the future together.."

Well, I think that's might be the problem here, but I refused to say it, instead I just took another sip of my wine.

"Where is he now?"

"He is in Vienna..He is staying in one of the apartments we have over there."

"Are you two communicate at all?"

"Yeah..we do, but nothing personal or emotional..just facts about layers and properties..You know..enough about me, what about you? How do you like the big city life?" It was nice to see little smile on her face.

"I'm getting use to it pretty fast..."

"Are you dating somebody?"

What a question! How to put it..

"Nothing special. Lots of little tends, but any major base yet.."

Camille laughed. "That's my girl. I'm thinking about going to Majorca for couple of weeks..Come with me."

Here we go again!

"I can not..with my work..plus I have to go to Vanda's barchelorette party in a week.."

"Vanda? Is she getting married?"

"Yep.."

"Who wants to marry her? Geez..what a little snotty Bitch she was."

Vanda did not have the best reputation..and she was one of those popular girls, who were making fun of Camille a lot.

"Whatever..come for weekend..It will be fun - I promise.."

When I left the restaurant, I was sure that I will not come to Majorca. I tried to balance my "relationships". I met Karmel and we went to Zoo..day after I met Matteo and we went to hotel room..Karmel was nice, sweet guy..He loved to take a pictures of me - I hated it. I can not imagine how many pictures of me he had in his camera..

Matteo on the other hand was not the one I would doing something with - except the sex. He was basically my little male whore.. I liked that. My mom would probably spilled some holy water at me, but I was happy - kind of.

The day before I was supposed to leave back home I met with Matteo. We had sex and than he took me to the bus station..

"I have something for you." He smiled and reached to the backseat for a big bag..

"Are you serious? What is that?" I do not like surprises that much. And receiving gifts makes me feel guilty for some reason..

"I don't know.."

"Yeah..right." I took a bag from his hand and removed the wrapping paper, there was a big brown box inside..I was starting to get an idea what this is..My heat stopped..It can not be it!  When I took a box out I could see the logo on the box..

"Are you crazy Matteo?! Did you give me a purse? Vuitton purse?" I opened the box - and it was there..the beautiful black leather purse.I could smell the scent of the leather..

"You know how expensive this is?"

"Trust me I do.." He smiled. "I made sure there is no visible logos on it, cause you do not have to improve anything to anybody.."

I almost cried. "Oh my God, thank you so much, but I can not..."

"Hey. Stop.." He put his finger tips on my lips. "It's a gift. Call me when you get home.."

I sure did.