Meet Esteban, a carefree, 21 year old bachelor by day and bullfighter by night.
Since the night of his father's death, Esteban has made it his personal mission to kill every single bull in Espana, no matter what stood in his way.
But what happens...
"Señorita" he holds out his arm and leads me to the , crowded dinning hall.
"You have a beautiful home el presidente" I smiled, trying to make conversation. He snapped for two wine glasses and pushed a drink into my hand. His bodyguards trailed behind him as we continue down the hall. He holds up his palm and signals them to fall back.
"I take it Esteban has been treating you right?" he nosily pried.
"Like a princess Senior" I smiled, fantasizing about my love.
"Shame" he chuckled, snapping me from my thoughts, " I can treat you like a queen." He hinted. I pulled away from him and stepped to observe his wall of awards.
"I'm sure you treat your wife as a queen" I retorted. He snaps and his body guards close the door behind us and we are left alone in a private room.
"So tell me about yourself Anais" he smiled.
"I am—-"
"Beautiful" he curses as he stands from his chair. He slowly takes his finger and pushes a curl behind my ear. "I have never seen someone as exotic as you in Espana" he smiled, his vulgar thoughts were nothing less than apparent.
"I think Esteban's fitting has started. We should be on our way" I pulled away from him, trying to make my way to the door. He violently grabbed my chin and turns to arrest my attention.
"I will cherish you forever. Esteban is a playboy but me senorita? I am a man"
"El présidente...this is very unprofessional" I corrected him.
"Your boyfriend? He has slept with every girl every girl in Espana. Even my wife" he admitted. I open my eyes in awe and shook my head, rejecting the statement.
"You're lying" I retorted.
"Did you not see the way they kissed innocent child?"
I look into his devilish eyes and search the room for a weapon to defend myself. He slowly eases into my neck and starts biting it.
"Please don't do this" I begin to cry. "I'll scream for help" I try to push him off.
"No one will hear you" he brags, pushing me against the wall. I prayed to the Lord as he started to slide his pants away but finally my hands felt the end of a brass stature and hit him over his head.
"Ahhh!!!" he grunted, falling to the floor. I push him away and quickly open the door to escape. The guards start running after me but he stopped them as they hear his command.
"Let her go." he announces, cursing as he felt the fresh wound on the back of his head.
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I run into the crowded fitting room and see Esteban as happy as can be as the tailor fitted his sequined costume.
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"Anais!" he smiled and stepped off the platform as he saw me in the crowds. He is smiling as he directs the seamstress to continue working.
"Ahh mi amor" he comes to kiss me. I smile hiding my fear and return his embrace.
"Aye Esteban enough!" the seamstress curses having to restart his works. He came to kiss me and pulled me to the front of my room where a seat was reserved for me.
"what's wrong mi amor?" he whispered as he brushes my cheek. I still shivered as I replied the encounter with the president in my mind.
"Nothing Esteban. Focus on your fitting. I am alright" I smiled lazily, kissing his cheek.
He turned around and stepped onto the platform once more. I sat in a seat near the front as I watched Esteban answer questions from the reporters.
The presidente surveys the scene and enters in with his army of men, sitting in the seat adjacent to me. I had no choice but to pretend to be cordial as he stared at me from the corner of his eye.
"Ahh Mr. President look at the new uniform!" Esteban beamed. He nods approvingly and claps. "I like it but... well, I'm partial since I picked them myself.10000 pesos per yard" the presidente bragged.
"So El Jefe! How do you rate the current match coming up." A female reporter asked.
"I will answer it like I do every match. Those bulls are mine. I will kill and slaughter every one of them" he brags. More cameras flash and sound as he poses for the newspapers.
"We saw you kiss a beautiful woman just a few moments ago? Who is she?"
He stepped off the platform and came to me, pulling me into his arms. "I will claim this girl so the masses may know. She is a Anais, my girlfriend"
"Ahhh" the crowd cheers and gasps. He pulls my jaw and kisses me violently, making sure the whole world knew I was his and he was mine. The flashes form the cameras snapped violently as they captured us in each other's arms.
He smiled pridefully and stepped onto the platform as the tailor cursed him once more. I smiled as I saw the president biting down his jaw, trying hard to hold his tongue.
"Be careful! Anais wants to be a female matador she will be the most famous one in Espana" he bragged, looking into the mirror to approve of the alterations.
"Esteban" I yelled, signaling him to be quiet. He chuckled freely and nodded, getting my hint.
"So how do you like the new uniform?" yeh presidente stood and stared into his eyes.
"It looks great! Surprised you decided to sponsor something so expensive" Esteban teases him. He chuckled and pulled his shoulders in play.
"Nothing for thé best for thé greatest matador in Spain." He smiled and turned to meet my eyes. I stood up awkwardly and looked to Esteban as I left the room. I felt extremely uncomfortable and wanted to get some fresh air....
A/N
Sorry I just wanted to update this and didn't know how to end this chapter
