Parfum - English version

A future together

I move my hand away from my lips and mentally scold myself for thinking again about that cherry-flavored kiss. I shake my head and refocus my attention on the document I need to proofread. Since that happened a week ago, there hasn’t been a day when I haven’t remembered that kiss or wished to taste her mouth again. Yes, I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it. Even during my encounters with Dante, I have fantasized that it’s her, that we’re intertwined in bed, and while she sucks my breasts, I am on top of her stomach pleasuring her with a dildo. Only then can I reach the orgasm that used to be so easy to achieve.

I know he noticed the difference. I can’t help but desire the same thing over and over again. Me on top of her while her sucks my breasts, and I let my imagination run wild. Fortunately, he didn’t ask about it because, to be honest, I don’t know how to explain what I’m feeling. I feel bad; I feel like I’m cheating on him, even if it’s just in my thoughts.

I have been tempted to go back to that restaurant and end this, continue with the kisses and end up who knows where. But as quickly as the idea visits my mind, I push it away. I know it’s just a passing fantasy, that what she offers me cannot last a lifetime because it’s nothing more than lust. On the other hand, with Dante, I feel loved and accompanied. I feel the concern for my well-being that emanates from each of his actions. Although I must admit that his frequent “guards” complicate everything, preventing me from achieving the relative normality that I so desire.

I turn in my chair to clear my mind and focus on work, but eventually, I give up. There isn’t much I can do to keep her out of my mind when she returns to me.

I turn up the music in my headphones and close my eyes, letting myself be carried away by the voice of Amy Winehouse, but soon the playback is interrupted by a call from Dante.

“Hello, love!” he exclaims as soon as I answer. His voice always carries a happiness that easily transfers to my mood.

“Hi, honey, what’s up?” I ask, knowing it’s not typical for him to call me at this time. It’s nine o’clock at night, and his line should remain clear in case of an “emergency.”

“I did it... I finally did it!” he says, almost euphoric.

“What did you do?” I ask, feeling contagious joy.

“I told Ivan that I won’t work for him anymore. We came to an agreement, as long as I keep my mouth shut, and in case of an emergency, I can help him, which is unlikely to happen because he never leaves his office. Everything will be fine. Emma, I can finally offer you more. You won’t just have a piece of me, and you won’t have to worry about me being in constant danger. We can be together without having to look over our shoulders all the time. Isn’t it fantastic?” he asks after releasing everything like a hurricane.

“Are you sure everything will be okay?” I ask, feeling the concern weigh heavily on my chest.

“Yes, love, everything will be more than fine! Do you want to celebrate tomorrow? Today is my last night at his service, and I will be free to come and go as I please.”

“What are you thinking about?” I ask, trying to push away the negative thoughts. After all, Ivan kept his promise not to hurt me if I didn’t say anything, so I don’t see why it can’t be the same with him.

“What do you say if we stay at your place and lock ourselves in the room to make up for lost time?” he proposes, his smile reaching the depths of my soul.

“I would love that!” I respond, happy that I will finally get the desired normalcy that I need.

“I’ll do some shopping before I come over, I estimate I’ll be there for lunch. I love you,” he whispers and hangs up before I can say anything.

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I bury my chin in my chest and inhale the scent of lust. After the first hour of waiting, I decided that I needed to feel that special warmth that only the orange perfume can give me, just in case he doesn’t show up. My doubts are cleared when I see him arriving, carrying two large bags full of food. It’s already five in the afternoon and I was worried that something might have gone wrong.

“Are you planning to feed an army?!” I shout, standing up as soon as I see him getting out of a taxi.

I’ve been sitting at the entrance since two, my anxiety not allowing me to do anything else but wait for him. I run towards him as soon as he puts down the bags and extends his arms towards me. I jump onto his neck and wrap my legs around his waist, he responds by holding me tightly and kissing me as if he wants to give me his soul.

“I’m free, Emma, finally free to love you as you deserve,” he says, resting his forehead against mine.

After a few minutes, he lets me down, takes the bags and accompanies me inside.

“Why did you take so long?” I ask as we leave the groceries in the kitchen. “You had me worried.”

“Ivan came to see me, we had only talked on the phone before. He wanted to make sure that I wouldn’t regret it and made it clear what would happen if I did... It doesn’t matter, the point is we settled everything as good friends.”

“So, that’s it?” I ask, hopeful.

“That’s it, honey, I’m completely yours now. You can proudly introduce me to your friends and show me off wherever you want.”




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