Ventura

Capítulo 22

                                                 Skeletons in the Closet 

 "If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you better teach it how to dance."

 George Bernard Shaw

-But what the fuck is this Thomas ?? What the fuck are you saying? Marry? How do you get married? With the cook? Now, for God's sake.

I looked furiously at Cary.

- Never refer to her like that again, understand?

Cary realized that he had gone too far.

- OK, sorry. But now we have an important matter to deal with, don't we? What will we do with your first wife? Or have you forgotten that you are married?

                                                                 ________****_______

- Good Morning. said Thomas, leaning on his elbow watching me. - Do you know that you smile in your sleep?

I stretched and snuggled closer to him, placing a kiss on his lips.

- No, I didn't know.

Even after two months of living with him, I still felt a little strange. I was afraid to wake up and realize that it was all just a dream.

Of course, my move sparked an argument, only this time he won. I then took my few clothes and deposited them in the huge closet. Everything fit in a small space. I pulled out a drawer and put on my underwear. I looked in disbelief at my grimy bra and panties with no appeal. Maybe it would be better to buy something sexier, I thought.

He got up slowly.

- I need to eat something urgent - and smiled - I will prepare our coffee.

I looked sleepily at him.

-And I'm going to sleep some more. I didn't sleep much tonight. -I made an air of mystery - Why is it?

He bent down and kissed my hair.

- It is better to get used to sleeping little beside me.

After breakfast, we stretch our bodies out on a lounger in the garden and enjoy the sun.

- It's a pity that our weekend is ending - he looked at me and I saw my reflection reflected in his sunglasses - Tomorrow you will have class and I will spend a week in Scotland filming some scenes. I will miss you very much.

I held out my hand to him.

- Tom, is there anything to worry about?

- How well you know me. - He sighed - Yes, there is. But I'll go...

Before he finished his sentence, Jason appeared. He looked embarrassed.

- Mr. Morgan, you have a visitor in the room. I tried to stop her, but she threatened to call the press.

Thomas jumped up.

- But hell. Who is it?

I took my bathing suit and followed him into the house. Before I reached the room, I heard Thomas's voice.

- What are you doing here?

At that moment I entered and I came across a woman standing in the middle of the room. She was wearing a slightly tight gray suit, perhaps in an attempt to disguise her large measurements. She wore a heavily loaded makeup for that time, which made it impossible to determine her age. As soon as she saw me, she stepped forward.