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I had never seen Ulises with such seriousness etched on his face before.
He looked me in the eyes to make me understand that he was speaking earnestly. I didn't know much about Ulises Asker, other than he was a successful businessman, popular among women, daring enough to go nude in public, and lately, excellent in bed. Knowing the latter wasn't something I felt proud of, but I had tried it, and deep down, I accepted it.
"Let's get in the car. I'll tell you what you want to know," he said, attempting to open the driver's door. "I won't discuss something so delicate here." He glanced around to ensure we were alone.
"I'll drive," I said firmly, opening the door of my car to get in.
He raised his hands in a gesture of peace and circled the car to get in on the driver's side. I d
