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—I don't like it, that night you met me I only did it to make myself a little more interesting.
—Were you expecting someone?
—No, I was just counting sixty minutes, if there wasn't anyone interesting that came through the door that I could fuck that night I would have left and never came back.
—I understand, although I think the interesting person was lying in the club.
—You're not as interesting as you think.
He scoffs in my face, takes the glass and the food comes closer. We let them fill our table with the delicacies they serve in this place. I look at my phone for several minutes until I take out the one I have in the other pocket, it's black, and I put it near the cutlery.
—This is yours, it is the latest thing they have released on the market and it has the necessary contacts to be able to communicate with you —I inform him—. Personal data or photos have already been transferred to the mobile, so you can start using it.
-It's lovely.
—Not as beautiful as the woman I would love to ask to dance after finishing.
With my eyes I point to the dance area where the musicians are playing a little bit of everything, tango is the one that stands out the most at the moment. We begin to taste the dishes while I ask him subtle questions.
—Why be a teacher?
—I liked teaching children, showing them how to make teaching easier with games and knowing that I could live with them while I had fun and liked it at the same time.
-Excellent.
—Why didn't you go back and look for a girl?
I finish drinking, place the cutlery on the plates and wipe my lips with the napkin. Although on the one hand I make all those movements to create an accurate answer.
—Because I wasn't interested in them, I didn't have time and one had already sold me. Causing my father's fury that I tried not to give it importance, I didn't want a woman while he was alive, I wasn't interested in having a relationship and making her mine all the damn time - I run my tongue over the top row of my teeth -. There was no desire like I feel now with you. Damn, Emily, what you make me say.
-Just say it.
—I have never sought approval from anyone, I am always direct with what I want, however, a certain person complicates my task.
—Did Salvatore affect you a lot?
Too much.
"Not as much as you think," I point to the track. We Dance?
-It would be a pleasure.
I see Domenico finishing eating, he moves the glass with the champagne and waits while they communicate things to him on the microphone that I am able to hear because I carry one anyway.
I dance with Emily along with three other couples, the others continue eating and I admire her spinning around on the beautiful heels that decorate her feet. She keeps moving, I spin her around and make her feel beautiful. Yes, it's not a lie that sometimes she needs those pushes to be able to believe what she is.
An intelligent, capable, manipulative, brilliant, sensual and beautiful woman.
“Friend,” someone clears their throat behind me, I turn to see him. I couldn't help but not see your girl, I know it would be rude, but I would really like to dance with her.
Alessio's men are still at the table except Oslon, he looks at me and looks at my girl who is still clinging to my arm.
-Excuse me one second.
-OK.
I put my face in her neck, kiss her and go up until I can whisper in her ear.
