broken heart (engl version)

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It was almost five in the morning on the other side of the ocean and Elisir, the nightclub where Carlo Martinez worked, was about to close.

He had already meticulously set up the bar, closed the register and was counting his large tips. That evening had gone very well, too.

How I love this job, he thought, pocketing nearly a thousand dollars.

What more could he want from life? They paid him handsomely to entertain people and make them drink and even pick up some beautiful women.

In fact, even that mid-September dawn, a breathtaking brunette was waiting for him leaning on her motorbike outside the club.

It had been all too easy to win her over and convince her to continue the evening at his house.

Sometimes it was enough just to say that he was Italian to literally make women fall at his feet. There was no doubt that he knew what he was doing. As well as the fact that he was a great guy.

He was not a narcissist at all, but he was not blind either, and when he looked at himself in the mirror he could not help but be pleased with his appearance.

He had always had an athletic physique since he was a child and then he started swimming competitively even more. His shoulders were at least a foot wider than his hips. His tanned abs were so tight they seemed sculpted with a scalpel.

He pulled on his black leather jacket and grabbed two helmets from under the counter. He always carried an extra one for the girl of his choice.

He had the health, the money to indulge himself and above all a different p***y every day that wanted nothing more from him than his c**k!

Many men would have killed to have a life like his, he was sure of it.

She didn't want anything else, but she didn't expect him to be so passionate already.

What could these Latin men possibly have, she wondered as she let herself be swept away in a whirlwind of daring caresses and overwhelming kisses.

If it weren't for the law, Carlo would have bent her over on the motorbike and taken her from behind right there, he was so horny, but maybe it was better to go home.

He jumped on his black Ducati Monster and started the engine, eager to go. She positioned herself behind him, trying not to let her skirt ride up too much, even though she was practically with most of her ass out.

Only a couple of miles separated the club from his rented cottage in Silver Lake, where he couldn't wait to get to taste that spicy blackberry.

Even though he had a weakness for redheads, he didn't mind a few variations on the theme every now and then.

On the straight he opened the throttle and the roar of his engine resounded in the silent dawn.

The girl pressed her t**s against his back and wrapped her thighs around him to hold herself up.

Here's another great reason to love motorcycles!

Once home, he was finally able to make his fantasy come true.

She smiled shyly at him and then impatiently unbuttoned his jeans, freeing Carlo's succulent erection who in the meantime had already lifted her tight dress. The girl's thong was completely wet, he noticed with hungry pleasure.

He made the girl bend over, unrolled one of the condoms he always carried in his jeans pocket and entered slowly at first to get her used to it and then harder and harder to make her scream.

That position was his favorite because he didn't have to look at or kiss the girl in question, he could admire her ass, grab her hips to penetrate her more forcefully, or squeeze her breasts during the act. In front of a mirror was the best, it wasn't bad at all. In fact, as soon as he felt her contract with pleasure, he also came out to come in the condom, emitting a strangled growl.

As he zipped up his pants, the cell phone in his jacket pocket began to vibrate. What timing.

Who the hell could it be at that hour? Some friend staying out late or someone on the other side of the ocean, more precisely in Italy, whose international prefix he recognized + 39.

"Hello" he replied alarmed, since he had his family in Italy

"Charles"

"yes, who is it?"

She was a woman, but she had no idea who she was. Especially since she had been living abroad for nine years and only her closest relatives had her American number.

"Don't you recognize my voice?"

"nope"

"don't tell me you don't recognize the voice of your former colleague of pranks anymore"

His eyes widened in surprise.

"f**k Chiara!"

"That's exactly it."

Carlo was shocked by that sudden phone call and if she was even calling him, maybe something serious had happened.

"Chiara, are my children okay?"

"yes, yes everything is wonderful".

He began to think a thousand thoughts about why she was calling him. He began

I suppose she was calling him to announce that she was getting married or even that someone had died.

"I'm landing in Los Angeles in sixteen hours. Will you pick me up?"

The boy couldn't believe his ears. He had been inviting his colleague and her boyfriend to his place in America for years, but they always had to work or do boring couple things and they had always refused.

"Sure. What time exactly do you land?"

"Why do you speak in the plural Carlo?"

"Excuse me, aren't you coming with Daniele?"

"no, I'm all alone"

"Understood"

"Can I stay with you, or do I have to find a hotel?"

"Of course you can stay with me," he said, trying to make her feel better.

Even though he would have to give up his freedom for his colleague's short stay, he was still very happy to see her again after such a long time.

"Thank goodness...", he heard her take heart.

He really wanted to know what had happened with Daniele and they would have plenty of time to talk about it once she got there. He just hoped that she wasn't running away because he had beaten her, or had cheated on her otherwise he would have had to go back to Palermo to break all her bones in various places and he didn't like that very much.

They had always spent the summer holidays together, even the winter nights out, him, Chiara, his sister Elena, that i***t William, Chiara's brother, their friends from the bar and above all that i***t Salvo. They were all happy and carefree, they had no worries, at least that's what they hoped, until the summer of 2009 when for some unknown reason they all split up. Salvo had disappeared, that is, he had left, his sister Elena started working, Chiara too, and William had gotten married and so he had no choice but to leave for Los Angeles.

After he accompanied the beautiful brunette home, Carlo had plenty of time to organize himself for his colleague's arrival.

Carlo had no idea how long Chiara was staying here in Los Angeles.

There was only an hour left before landing and Chiara went to the bathroom of the plane. She hadn't managed to sleep during the whole long flight and when she looked at herself in the mirror she almost didn't recognize herself. She was deathly pale, with red and sunken eyes from having cried all her tears because she felt so guilty towards Daniele. That is, she was happy to have finally managed to take a vacation and go visit her friend who she hadn't seen for too long, only she would have preferred not to have to sneak out of the house like a thief. Of course, it would have been much more mature to talk about it like civilized people and maybe take a break to think. If he had had time to talk maybe, or rather almost certainly, they wouldn't have reached that breaking point.

Someone knocked on the bathroom door and Chiara quickly rinsed her face.

When he resumed his seat, he looked impatiently out the window. What he saw calmed his impatience.

The city of angels that she loved so much lapped the city where a person who had always been sincere with her was waiting for her. A beautiful person, as one rarely meets in life.

Her friend and former colleague Carlo, who would have done anything and everything to make her forget the suffering on the other side of the ocean. She was sure of it.

As soon as she landed, Chiara turned her cell phone back on and was inundated with alarmed messages from Daniele, her parents, and even her brother.

The only one that opened, however, was Carlo's, in which he welcomed her to Los Angeles and informed her that he was already waiting for her after baggage claim. She sighed with relief and dragged her tired limbs onto American soil.

Once he had collected the large escape trolley he scanned all the people waiting in the hope of seeing Carlo's face when he heard a deep voice behind him.

-Clear?

-Yes

As soon as she turned around, she was dazzled by Carlo's smile.

"Welcome to Los Angeles."