MY CRUSH BANDIT

the dawn, "I do not drink again." When leaving the bathroom, I am surprised to see a hand offering me a glass and the other two pills, I look at his face, and the floor seems to collapse. It was him; the cowardly dog was there with me. It is poss

e difficult; they are

d hugs me. Maybe it was the drink I still had in my system, but I felt his

of my life; I married alone," I tell him ca

e that in the mirror on the wall, we reflect on each other, and we see ourselves huggin

ts to your insults." I try to look him in th

, pressing me against his being, where I can feel that athletic body, and I guess I feel

in the best possible way," I say, stickin

to." I close his mouth with my lips, letting my impulses take me. Again, the cre

take advantage of this presidential suite and consummate our honeymoon." I tell him, panti

be. I think we should pretend appearances behind closed

in those movies, only that when I take off my little panties that look like shoelaces, I get tangled, falling on my face to

in with the sheets. A cocktail of feelings floods me: a few drops of desire,

escape that I tried to hold back, I wrapped myself in t

ides, he forced me to apologize to everyone, especially to your parents; how I hate them." said the miserable man, causing me to get up, and this time I slapped him in his bearded face. Wh

ard, a liar, and I imagine you must even be weird s

feel comfortable being with a person for whom I feel nothing

you bring me? Did somethin

nerate, like your family, who took advantage of saving my grandfather's life; maybe it was al

end to be a married couple; we wouldn't be the f

e with my grandfather," he says, making me want to care

ch; he leaves; he leaves like a thief without making noise; he steals my calm; I cry bitterly; I imagine that the room is flooded wit

e will, where another damned clause obliged me to marry an heir of Don Joseph in order to take control of those businesses, reminded me of my disgusting uncle. How he abused us and how his horrible wife, upon discovering it, did everything she could to cover it up. He called us liars in front of everyone, and his trickery put us in an orphanage, where we suffered even more misfortunes. These are memories that are not worth remembering-memories that maybe I will erase

this situation of being a wife of lies, although I almost do not see it. That's why I couldn't stand it, and at the family reunion, he didn't show up either. I asked his grandfather for a divorce, who almost gave him a heart attack because of his a

t seems to be suspended in eternity; it is the end