The following day, I wake up with someone ringing my doorbell. I'm completely naked, with Peter's arms wrapped around me. I put his arm away and wake him up. I get a nightshirt from my closet, Peter puts his boxers on and I open the door.
It's Diogo, standing in front of me with a bouquet, all smiles. Oh, no...
"Hey, baby!" He holds me and then notices Peter. "What the hell is this guy doing here?" He looks outraged.
If they start beating up each other what do I do?
"Diogo, I've already tried explaining to you that I don't want anything from you, but you keep failing to understand this," I respond calmly. We always speak portuguese with each other, so obviously Peter can't understand what we are saying.
I stand in front of him with my back facing Peter. I want to stop them from getting anywhere near each other. I gently grab Diogo's arm because I don't want him to lose his cool.
Peter's very tall, but Diogo's slightly taller and with a wider torso. I'm afraid that Diogo will hurt Peter, so I also grab his other arm.
"What? Because of this guy?!" Diogo asks furiously.
Since Peter doesn't understand our language and is probably confused, I look back, and that's when I notice he's angrily putting his pants back on.
"Kelly, I thought I could do this, but I can't. The best thing for you is to stay with him. I'm tired of always being the other guy." Peter's words stab my chest and I let go of Diogo's arms.
What does he mean? Why is he reacting like this, after the night we had?
As if this couldn't get any worse, Diogo starts talking to Peter in English, "Yeah, she's better off with me. She would choose me over you anyway, you're just a boy toy to her."
"Oh, I know that, trust me. At least I entertain her more than you do, if you know what I mean," says Peter, dryly, facing Diogo. Diogo keeps his mouth shut and Peter puts his sweater on and then sits to put his shoes on.
I approach him, "Peter... I'm sorry, we'll talk about this later, okay?"
"No, no more talking."
"Peter... please," I beg. He finishes putting his shoes on, then gets up.
"Like I said, I'm done being your little entertainment. And last night you made it quite clear that you didn't want any conversations. I'm gonna go now, please don't look for me anymore." Peter leaves, and my heart drops to the ground.
My first instinctive reaction is to tear the flowers from Diogo's hand and toss them. I'm furious. Diogo watched the entire show, and now he's got a smile on his lips.
"Diogo, please, you need to let go. Listen to me: I don't want to have anything else with you! I never will. What I want is for you to leave and not come back. Stop this pathetic attempt to get me back. What you're doing now, trying to win me over, is what you should have done a long time ago. You had two years! Two fucking years! Now it's too late. I don't want to go anywhere with you, or do anything with you. Just go away! You're ruining my life!" He comes closer and holds me because I'm so hysterical I'm almost ripping my own hair out, but once he does I hit him.
"Kelly! Calm down! Are you like this because of that guy?"
"My life is none of your business! Go away!" I feel tired. Better yet, I'm exhausted. "Please get out of my life." I'm not yelling anymore, but I can feel the tears flowing down my face. I feel this intense despair.
I just want him to leave.
I sit on the couch, because I'm suddenly feeling weak and Diogo's demeanor changes. He looks calmer.
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Good at Games, Bad at Love (18+)
Romance"Can I give you a hug?" Is it possible to want and not want something at the same time? "Please?" he insists and I nod. He approaches me and my breathing becomes irregular, our bodies are too close. He doesn't hug me. Instead, his hands touch mine...
