The Dancing Torera

27

Anais

"Great" I cursed as the paparazzi surrounded us in his red car.

"El Jefe! Jefe! We saw you speeding down the street ways!" one reporter announced suspiciously.

"Look like there's trouble in paradise!" another woman reporter said, clicking away on her camera.

I quickly grabbed my bag and pushed open the car door, making my way through the paparazzi.

"Anais! We heard you used to be a dancer at an exotic club!" they yelled. I ignored them and continued walking, trying to mask the anger on my face.

"Anais! Wait" Esteban yelled after me, running to pull my arm. I cranked my head to face him and frowned. I was mad at him already but the paparazzi just made it worse!

"Let go of me Esteban, before I embarrass you" I vowed throughout hushed whisper.

Esteban

"Anais.. please listen to me mi amor" I begged, pulling her into my arms. I couldn't let her leave without saying sorry.

"No, I don't want to Esteban" she fumed, snatching her arm away. The cameras snapped away as they observed our show. I knew they were having a field day watching our fight unfold.

I slipped the key to the apartment and my mansion out of its holder and pushed it into her hand. "Here."

"What are these?" she pouted.

"A key to my house and to my apartment in the city." I spoke, clasping her fingers to close on top of the cold metal. She looked into my eyes, still angered by the circumstances but nodded.

I pulled her jaw into my hands and pulled her into my warm embraced. Instantly she relaxed as she felt my contact and deepened the kiss, holding the color of my shirt until she frowned and pulled away. "I love you" I muttered, wiping the gloss from the corner of her lip.

She nodded and looked away, rolling her eyes as she saw the cameras still flashing away. "Goodbye Esteban" she whispered and turned to continue down the road to her friend's apartment.

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Anais

"Anais!" Mariela smiled engulfing me in her warmth.

I giggled as I saw a green mask on her face; probably her latest concoction of oils and creams. Pink and red curlers affirmed her wavy black hair.

She pouted then screamed once she saw the flashing lights of the paparazzi, quickly pulling me in and locking the door.

"You couldn't have warned me! You rat!" she fumed, closing the windows and curtains. I chuckled and smiled as she peek from the curtains, trying to make herself look more presentable.

"Long time no see Anais! I missed you so much Anais" I hinted. She came and hugged me dearly; it was the hug of one missed.

"I'm sorry amiga. I missed you...truly"

"I missed you too" I beamed, taking her hand into mine. She pouted and looked to her wooden beams on the floor, "You're here to rub it in my face. Aren't you?"

"Rub what?" I asked curiously.

"Hector?" She hinted, opening her fridge to get me something to snack on. "You never liked him and he never liked you. You warned me about him" she muttered.

I shrugged and sighed, leaning into her soft couch. "No. Because you could say the same about Esteban"

"You two broke up? Already?" she gasped behind the open door of the fridge.