ANXIETY
1379 Words
Brat
I'm taking a shower after coming back from the gym. That woman fascinated me—I had never seen anyone like her before. That body, those lips... I can only imagine how delicious they must feel wrapped around me. I bite my lips, maddened with desire. Just the thought of it makes me hard as stone. I take a deep breath and decide to order something to eat—I'm hungry. At the same time, I'll call Iván to ask how he's doing with what I asked him to do. I dial his number and he picks up right away.
'Hey, how's everything going? Did you talk to her yet?' I ask.
He laughs on the other end of the line.
'Brat, don't be so impatient. I'll talk to her after we finish the other matter,' he says.
'No way. I want you to talk to her now.'
'Don't bother me about the other thing. I won't let you keep me in suspense all day. Do it now. Why don't you come over, we'll have lunch here, and you can call her then,' I insist.
He hesitates for a moment, then replies.
'Seriously, Brat? You, of all people, being anxious? I can't believe it.'
He bursts out laughing, while I don't find it funny at all. Of course I'm anxious—who wouldn't be, dying to taste such a delicious bite?
'Yeah, but as you can see, despite everything, I haven't changed. I'm still up for some fun,' I say.
And I mean it. I really do want to have fun first, because if I see her in the state I'm in now, knowing myself, I won't be able to resist. I'd probably explode like some horny teenager just from looking at her, and I'd end up looking like a fool. I can't allow that—I have a reputation to uphold.
'Well, I can't argue with that. Fine, I'll finish getting ready and head over,' he replies.
'Chinese food?' I ask.
'Yeah, sounds good.'
'Alright,' I say and hang up.
I order several Chinese dishes to have some variety, pour myself a glass of whiskey, and sit in the living room, waiting. A few minutes later the food arrives, and Iván shows up half an hour afterward.
'Hey,' Iván greets me.
'Did I take too long?' he asks.
'No, not really. The food just got here,' I reply.
'Good, I'm starving. Let's eat,' he says.
'Sit down and help yourself. You're at home,' I tell him.
I leave the menus with him and turn on the TV, putting it on the sports channel. We eat while watching, then share a few drinks.
'Alright, changing the subject... did you call her?' I ask.
He looks at me as if he doesn't recognize me.
'Yeah, and let me tell you—they're really good,' he says.
'What?!... Good? I was talking about Gabriela, not about the girls who'll be coming later. And don't tell me one of them is Carla?'
He laughs and shakes his head.
'No, of course not.'
Now that I think about it... how did Iván meet Carla in the first place?
'Alright, I never asked—how did you meet Carla?' I say.
'At a bar, three months ago. You went out with your friends that night, and I went partying with some classmates from university,' he explains.
'And did you have as much fun as we usually do?' I ask.
'No way. Those guys are different, uptight—like your friends,' he replies.
'I see,' I answer flatly.
'Anyway, back to the subject...' he continues. 'They introduced me to Carla. She said she'd seen me before at the bar on another occasion, but what she really remembered was a guy with me—tall, handsome, with blue eyes. I immediately thought of you, so I told her yes, that you were my friend...' He keeps talking, but my attention drifts.
The way she came into our lives feels suspicious. I don't want to be paranoid, but it's too much of a coincidence that she happens to be Henry's daughter.
'She told me she wanted to hang out with both of us, do "interesting things." I said I'd have to ask you first. She gave me her number, asked for mine, but honestly, I forgot all about it. A week later, she called me to remind me, and that's when I mentioned it to you. The rest you already know.'
And yet... something about it doesn't sit right with me. Sure, I'm attractive enough to draw attention, but this feels calculated.
'Why are you asking me that?' Iván says.
'Because it seems strange,' I reply.
The truth is, it's odd. In a bar full of people, she notices me, wants to be with me—it's suspicious, especially considering she's Henry's daughter. It's not strange to catch someone's eye, but it is strange for that someone to deliberately seek mine. For that reason alone, I would've dismissed her.
'You think she planned it?' he asks.
It's possible. Some women use certain weapons to trap men in their webs. Maybe she knows who I am and wants to lure me in with hidden intentions.
'I don't know. All I do know is that it's strange,' I say, lost in thought.
'And what do you think her goal is?' he presses.
'Her father wants to tie either Miguel or me to her. Maybe for alliances, maybe for shares in the company. Honestly, I don't know,' I answer.
'I swear I didn't know she knew you. But are you thinking of getting involved with her?'
'What?! No. Never. I'd never tie myself to someone who sleeps around with half the world. I can't stand her pushy attitude either. I don't like being chased,' I reply sharply.
'Yeah, I get that,' he nods.
'Anyway, did you call Gabriela?' I ask, and he bursts out laughing again.
'Not yet,' he says.
'Why not?'
'Because you told me to call her here,' he reminds me.
Oh, right—I did say that.
'Then call her. What are you waiting for?'
He laughs again.
'Wow, she's got you completely worked up. I don't think this is going to work out. Don't get your hopes up,' he says.
Get my hopes up? Never. I just want to f**k her, that's all.
'I don't care. Just call her.'
He laughs again.
'Fine, give me her number.'
'What?! You don't have it? Aren't you supposed to be her friend?' I say, irritated.
He shakes his head.
'No, I never said that. I said she was a friend of my sister's.'
Maybe he did say that, and I misunderstood.
'So what now?' I ask.
'I thought she had already given it to you. Since you were so excited, I figured she must have.'
I frown. 'She told me she'd give you the answer for me. I assumed she had your number and you had hers.'
'Why would I have her number? I already told you—she's not my type.'
Not his type? Please. She's everyone's type. Just imagining that body makes me bite my lip with desire.
'But I know who can give me her number,' he says.
'Who?' I ask quickly.
'My sister, of course,' he replies.
'Then call her. What are you waiting for?' He laughs at me again.
'Alright,' he says.
He dials Malú, his sister.
'Hey Malú, what are you up to?' he asks her.
'Studying. Why?' she replies.
'I need a favor.'
'What kind of favor?'
'I need you to give me Gabriela's phone number.'
'Why? Don't tell me you're trying to hit on her,' she teases.
'Malú, please, just give me the number. If you do, I'll help you with your assignments tomorrow,' he bargains.
'Fine, I'll text it to you. But you promised,' she says.
'Okay, thanks.' He hangs up.
'Well?' I ask.
'She'll send it to me. You owe me big time,' he says.
I laugh. I'd pay anything to be between Gabriela's legs.
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