The rich don't Cry

Chapter 13

Alex was having his sixth drink when he noticed a hand behind his back. He could barely distinguish the words and sounds around him. He wasn't used to drinking, so the bartender at the exclusive bar who already knew him refused to serve him a seventh one. That hand helped him get up and walk to the exit of the place. The taxi didn't take much time to arrive. Alex climbed into it without asking why the waiter did not contact Rocco so he wouldn't end up in a rental car.

The lights seemed to worsen his state of drunkenness, and the streets were blurry before his eyes. Alex listened to the taxi driver, cursing and threatening his companion, but his eyes closed and reopened them upon arriving at the destination. The walls seemed to fall on him and choke him. Finally, when he thought he would collapse, he felt how his body fell on a mattress and closed his eyes. He did not open them again until the next day.

The light seemed to pierce his head. Alex opened his eyes and closed them again to alleviate the intense pain of the hangover. He looked around and didn't recognize the place. The female voice singing in the bathroom made him assume the worst. He sat up and noticed that he was completely naked. At that moment, he didn't have time to worry and succumb to fears, so once he located his clothes, he got up and got dressed. He approached the window, and somehow, the area began to look familiar. He hadn't glanced around the room, so he looked for some object to restore his memory. The bathroom door opened, and his doubts ceased at the sight. Rosa smiled at him and asked how he woke up that morning.

"Rosa?" he said, surprised. "You brought me?"

"Yes. You were feeling bad. I saw you and... Are you better?"

"No. My head hurts. I was naked when I woke up. Why?"

Rosa looked down and pressed the towel against her. She looked at the bed and closed her eyes, trying to find the right words for what she had to reveal to her unexpected guest.

"Well... well, you know..."

"No, I don't know."

"Yes, you know... You and me... here."

"For God's sake!" said Alex, understanding the reason for Rosa's babbling. "You brought me here and slept with me?"

To Rosa's surprise, Alex began to laugh uncontrollably. She didn't understand a thing and preferred not to ask what was so funny. After a few seconds, he sat on the edge of the bed and put his head between his hands.

"What are we going to do?" asked Rosa, as she slowly approached him.

"About what?"

"About this... Should we tell Veronica?"

"Tell her what?" asked Alex annoyed.

"We slept together. I think that would be fair."

"I see it differently. You, taking advantage of my drunkenness, took me out of the bar, brought me to your apartment, and had sex with me."

"Don't say it like that!" exclaimed Rosa, scandalized by Alex's words. "It wasn't like that!"

"It wasn't? Didn't you abuse me?"

"No! You're a man! You can't be... well... raped."

"Shall we call the police and dispel our doubts?"

"No."

Alex looked around himself. The room was average. There was no grandeur anywhere, and he remembered that the neighborhood itself was humble. Ideas clustered in his head, waiting to be ordered. Finally, he looked at Rosa again, who was still shocked by his accusations.