Strawberry Kisses Phavy Prieto (bookstand for reading TXT) 📖

"What's going to happen this Sunday, Damian? What will happen next?" I asked looking at him.

"Whatever you want to happen," he said stroking my cheek and enchanting me with his smile.

"Whatever I want? What will happen if I don't want to leave and decide to stay?"

"I will have to give you a copy of the keys," he whispered so close to my lips that I would give my life to kiss him. "If it wasn't for that damned dead weight that I want to get rid of right away, I'd take that dress off you and keep you in that bed all night long. But I'll have to wait a few hours before doing it."

It can’t be true! A copy of the keys? Is this really happening?

When I felt his fingers squeeze my buttocks, I knew it was all real. I didn't know exactly on what conditions I would stay or what it meant to receive a copy of the keys, but it was clear that there could be a remote chance that our relationship would continue.

Without wanting to feed false expectations, I had to admit that I felt good, good enough to face the silicone doll.

"Oh, dearest! How happy I am to see you again!" Rebecca exclaimed greeting Damian's mother with a smile from ear to ear by the entrance door of the luxurious restaurant where they would also charge us for the air we breathed.

She’s faker than her silicone breasts. Have patience, Maria! Slapping this bitch would be more than enough to be blacklisted at this restaurant, which you already know is your supposed future father-in-law's favourite.

"Elegant and attractive, as always, my dear Damian," I heard her meow in a low voice as she gave two kisses and a more than an affectionate hug to my Adonis. Yes, "mine", because I considered him exclusively mine.

This girl is so cheeky. What a bitch!

I took a deep breath to overcome the temptation to sink my recently filed nails into her beautiful skin.

It will only be two hours. Keep calm, Maria. You will only have to endure her for a couple of hours and then Damian will take you to the orgasm paradise.

Dinner went well enough, except for the honeyed looks Rebecca kept giving Damian, taking advantage of the fact that Michael was often distracted by describing their honeymoon.

Did that poor naive really not realize what kind of woman he had at his side? He had to be completely blind not to see that Rebecca's attention to her ex was significantly higher than that reserved for her newly married husband. What was wrong with that woman? Did she realize she had lost her best option? Or maybe once she got what she wanted, that useless noble title, she continued to yearn for what she had lost?

Be aware, wonky chicken! If it’s not Damian who will kick your ass, I'll take care of it.

The phone began vibrating in my bag, but I ignored it. On the third consecutive call I thought it had to be something urgent, but I didn't want to get up and leave that cock-teaser free to talk to Damian alone. When I saw Nerea's missed calls, I thought something serious had happened.

"I'm going to the bathroom for a moment," I said apologizing. I pressed the call button and headed for the washroom.

"Maria," Nerea panted. She had the voice of a person who was crying bitterly.

"What's up? Did something happen? Are you OK?" I asked as I pictured our apartment on fire and my things charred.

With my luck it wouldn't even be the worst of evils.

"Mathews has left me!" she yelled with a broken voice. Then I heard her blow her nose. "After everything I gave him, what I did for him, what I had to endure! Why? Why?"

Shit! She was really upset.

"Mathews is an idiot and can't understand what you're worth," I said, looking at myself in the mirror in the hallway leading to the washroom and removing some of the smudged lipstick with my finger. "Not to mention his cousin!"

"Why doesn't anyone love me?" she asked in tears. "I give everything, I adapt, I try new things, but they always leave me. Why? What's wrong with me?"

It was clear that I could not console Nerea with a telephone conversation.

"There's nothing wrong with you, you just haven't found the right one yet," I concluded categorically because, to be honest, all the men Nerea had met in her life that I had known were selfish misogynists.

"No, the problem is me," she replied, pulling herself together. "I have to accept that I will become a spinster surrounded by cats. You too went away!" she exclaimed starting crying again.

"I'll be home in half an hour."

Goodbye, night of wild sex!

As I walked towards the washroom door, Rebecca appeared to get in my way.

"Oh, sorry! It’s that you are so tiny that it's hard to notice you," Rebecca said.

"Maybe for you. Don't worry: the disinterest is mutual," I replied without even bothering to look her in the face.

"I wonder how you feel knowing that you are about to marry a man who wants another woman. Don't you mind being Damian's second choice?" she asked as she took her lipstick out of her bag to calmly start touching her lips in the mirror.

I knew that her intention was only to hurt me and cause a scene, playing on my insecurities. I didn't want to fall into her trap.

"The day that happens, I'll let you know. For now, I'm sure I'm not anyone's second choice, much less Damian’s," I arrogantly replied, heading for the stall door so as not to give her the opportunity to argue.

Her macabre laugh made my skin crawl, but I didn't go back. The moment I