a new apocalypse
1041 Words
The next day Chiara opened her eyes trying to remember her name and above all where the hell she was.
Oh God I'm in Los Angeles, she mentally exclaimed as she got out of bed in only her thong.
To say that my memories of the previous night were hazy was a great understatement.
She didn't remember undressing before going to sleep, but evidently she had.
He put on his bathrobe and went out to look for Carlo. Nothing.
She entered his room hoping to find him still asleep, but instead she found only an empty, unmade white bed.
He wasn't there and a cold shiver ran through her.
He felt guilty for overdoing it last night
Luckily, she found her cell phone in her black purse and immediately made a call.
"Hello," a voice answered from light years away.
"Hello, where are you?"
"Guess what?" he asked in a sarcastic tone that left her speechless. "I'm at work."
"Can I come?"
"As you like".
He wished he could remember what he had done wrong, but the cloud in his head kept getting bigger and bigger.
I really need to get myself together and check this out for myself, he thought as he turned on the shower. He was in desperate need of caffeine, so he called a cab and had it take him to the nearest coffee shop.
In fact, while sipping a strange coffee-flavored drink, memories slowly began to resurface.
Carlo twirling the bottles incredibly sexy and she enviously marches of his freedom.
Those little whores who were eating him up with their eyes and he was playing along doing everything he could to drive them even more crazy. In short, the more she was attracted to him, the more she drank, and the more she drank, the more she wanted him with all her strength.
How was it possible that in just one day with Carlo she had already forgotten the years spent with Daniele?
That boy had entered him like a bolt of lightning or maybe he had always been in a special place in his heart and seeing him again had done nothing but reawaken everything that had been dormant.
When he arrived at the studio, she immediately approached to greet him, while he kept his distance, pretending to be busy and barely mumbling a hello.
Wow. The situation must have been more serious than he imagined.
Chiara walked thoughtfully toward the office exit. She didn't want to turn toward the desk, she didn't want to feel that absurd need to see him. She bit her thumbnail nervously, then couldn't take it anymore and turned to look at him askance.
She found him with his head resting on his crossed arms on the desk. Was he staring at her or at the skyline? He certainly had a far from happy and serene expression on his face.
Excellent. In just one day she had managed to transform the quintessence of cheerfulness made man into an intractable sulker. So it wasn't the others' fault, it was always and only her who ruined everything she had in her hands.
She felt the urgent need to cry and rushed out so no one would see her. Carlo immediately ran after her outside, grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her on the forehead.
- If I did something bad last night, I'm sorry, but at least tell me what the hell I did because I don't remember a thing.
- Sure, maybe if you had drunk less, you would have saved us a lot of trouble, even if you probably wouldn't have been dancing on the bar counter.
-What?"
Chiara almost fell on the sidewalk.
-Are you seriously telling me I danced on that counter?
-Yes, was Carlo's laconic response, as if he didn't believe she didn't remember anything.
-Sorry. Don't tell me I made you lose your job because I would never forgive myself.
-Thanks to your madness I also made an extra thousand dollars.
-Maybe it's best for everyone if I get out of here as soon as possible.
She concluded mortified, cursing herself and the moment she had decided to set foot in Los Angeles.
At those words Carlo seemed to shake and put his sunglasses back on to look at her.
Evidently he didn't want her to read the feelings in his eyes.
-you're not going anywhere, let's be clear!!!
- no! I've turned your life upside down, how the f**k can I stay here if I create problems for you!!
-you don't cause trouble for me, you're just my personal Apocalypse.
Carlo hugged her and held her close to his chest, giving her a light kiss on the temple, and she whispered softly to him
"Excuse me"
And he told him in return
"sorry, I love you too, I can't stay away from you either."
They returned home and had lunch together.
After that absurd night, Carlo had fought to the death with himself to get her out of his head, but apparently, he had lost miserably.
He wanted to pretend to be indifferent, but all he could think about was that fantastic woman writhing seductively on top of him with her mouth open so the vodka could squirt down her throat.
The same woman who tried to unbutton his jeans and he refused. Imbecile.
He kept thinking about the advice Felix had given him, when he came to visit him at work specifically to say, "Dude, just do it."
"Do what?" she asked him, her gaze lost in space.
"Have you seen yourself? You've been going crazy since she got here. You have to go over there and end it."
He was trying to end it with Chiara, but evidently ignoring her wasn't the right way to get her out of his head.
"If not fulfilled, a wish can turn into a nightmare," were Felix's last words and he understood.
Only if he had possessed her would he have freed himself from that obsession with slender legs, sweet face and perky breasts.
Only if he plundered her body, taking it in every way possible, would he regain his rationality clouded by tons of testosterone. Maybe. she wanted it too, he was sure of it.
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