Married to my tutor

Chapter 04 - Michael Barreto

s**t! What did I do?

I tried to open my eyes and they burned with the clarity of the sunlight coming through the window.

Who opened that damn thing?

I felt the mattress give way to my side and turned my head praying that my vision would not confirm my insanity.

- Hi dear, finally woke up.

No! Not the Jessica!

- Hi Jessica.

She stretched on the bed and stretched herself dressed in my shirt.

- I loved the night.

I tried to smile at her out of politeness. It wasn’t her fault that I got drunk and f****d her, when in fact what I really wanted was to forget the f*****g life I was having the last few days.

I got up a little wobbly and went to the bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I got scared with my own face. I was a rag. Eyes red and injected and deep dark circles. All this because of those two idiots who decided to disgrace my life. I don’t know if I was more hateful of Monica or Kelly.

Someone could tell me that in Kelly’s case it was a bit of an exaggeration of mine, but in relation to Monica I was right. The bastard had betrayed me with the most cynical face in the world. She just looked at me calmly and said I should move on, that being replaced by her agency’s most famous and highest-paid model wasn’t the end of the world. It wasn’t. I got over it quickly. I took the hottest brunette from my office and spent the night f*****g her. The problem now was to make Jessica understand that it was a thoughtless thing. I acted out of hatred. A hatred that also had another name: Kelly Velasco. That girl did not lose by waiting. She was going to pay me that weekend from hell. Monica to f**k herself. Her and her famous boyfriend. My problem now was Kelly. I needed to figure out a way to deal with that blonde hurricane.

- Michael?

Jessica’s voice brought me back to reality.

- I’ll be right there.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth, thinking how I would get rid of it without sounding rude. Jessica was famous for sticking to guys who went out with her. I didn’t need another problem in my life.

I opened the door and found her still with my shirt standing in the middle of the room.

- So Jessica, I’ll take you home.

She approached me trying to hug me.

- What’s the hurry, Michael? We’re staying here. Today’s Sunday.

I dodged and started wearing the clothes.

- I have an appointment. I promised to have lunch with my mother.

- I’ll go with you.

Never! I wouldn’t be crazy to take Jessica to my family home. Monica had only been there once.

- No. There’s no reason for me to introduce you to my family. We’re not lovers.

She approached again insinuating herself.

- But we can be, right?

I sat on the bed and put on my shoes.

- No. We can’t. Get dressed, I’m late.

She made a sulky face.

- I’ll wait here for you.

- I’m not living here anymore. I only come once in a while.

- Where are you living?

Jesus! What have I done to deserve this?

I didn’t answer and I took the car key.

- Are you ready? Can we go?

She marched to the bathroom and ten minutes later appeared dressed and with her purse in her hand.

- Ready, you little prick.

***

Monday found me in a terrible mood.

I preferred to go back to my apartment and avoid meeting Kelly when she got back. She had sent a message on Sunday night warning that she was already home. I did not reply. I was still filled with hatred for what she had done, and I postponed the hour of confrontation as long as I could.

I spent the day locked in my office reading files and answering emails. To tell you the truth, I was avoiding walking around the office and running into Jessica. She worked right next to my office, and I was definitely gossiping with my secretary across the door.

My phone rang. Not my phone, but my desk.

- Hi Mirian, I don’t want to see anyone.

- Kelly is right here.

Did she have her secretary warn me? Didn’t she come in like a hurricane? Was that good or bad?

- Send her in, well.

I waited for her standing in the middle of the room with my hands in my pants pocket.

She came in with her nose up like always.

It was tucked in super tight white pants and a red blouse tied in front showing part of the belly. At least she was wearing low sandals and not in those heels that made her almost taller than me.

- Are you cheating on Monica?

I blinked twice incredulous.

- How?!

She stopped in front of me and crossed her challenging arms.

- Who is Jessica?

Hell! How did she know about Jessica?

- No one.

She pointed the finger at me.

- I called you and Jessica answered and said you were asleep.

I widened my eyes.

- Did Jessica answer my phone?

She laughed cynically at me.

- Yes. Jessica answered her phone.

I went back to my chair and I sat my hand in my hair.

- That’s none of your business.

She sat in front of me and crossed her legs.

- But it’s Monica’s business.

I raised my eyebrow laughing.

- You’re Monica’s lawyer now?

- You men are assholes, why do you need to betray so much?

I sighed in anger.

- I wasn’t cheating on anyone. Monica broke up with me.

It was her turn to be surprised.

- Broke up with you? Why?

I stared at her hard.

- Did she cheat on me with the model who ran her last campaign, satisfied?

She had a laugh.

- Did you take horns?

I shrugged my shoulders.

- Nobody dies because of that.

- I saw that does not die, you ran right into the arms of another.

That conversation was pissing me off and taking the focus off the subject I was interested in with her.

- So what? What do you have to tell me?

She lifted her nose.

- Nothing.

- Like nothing? Did you think right what you did?

She got up and started walking around my office.

- Stop drama Michael. I made a little mistake, but it’s not the end of the world either.

- You lied to me.

- You want to boss me around and I don’t like it.

I got up and approached her.

- Your father wrote that I would take care of you and you have to accept that. You have no sense, you need someone to advise you.

- And you are that someone? A man who f***s a woman named Jessica.

- What’s named Jessica? I don’t get it.

She turned her back.

- Sounds like a w***e’s name.

Was that girl going crazy?

I held her arm and made her stare at me.

- Who I f**k or stop f*****g is not your problem. Our problem is another.

She pulled her arm really hard.

- Stop wanting to control my life, you’re not my father.

- I’m not really, I don’t have his patience. You’re gonna do things my way now, you understand?

She took a deep breath and lowered her head. She seemed to have given up throwing tantrums.

- What do you really want? Let’s continue this war?

I went around the table and sat down again.

- I don’t want war Kelly, let’s live peacefully and do what your father asked.

She took the bag.

- All right, I’ll go home.

- Wait. I’ll be right there.

- Diogo is waiting for me down there.

Another point to be discussed.

- Are you really dating this Diogo guy?

She laughed.

- Yes, I am.

- Then finish.

She widened her eyes.

- What do you mean, finish?

- Simple as that, end this relationship.

- Why?!

- He’s no good to you.

She put her hands around her waist.

- You don’t even know him yet.

- I do, I looked into his life this weekend. It’s not for you.

- Did you investigate Diogo’s life? You’re crazy!

She marched to the door.

- Go Kelly and enjoy and tell this boy there that you need to end this relationship that has just begun.

- Dream on, Michael Barreto!

She slammed the door and left.