The Night I Gave Up Control Completely
Sebastián brought men over for me to play with. The game had always been mine—until Diego walked in with that calm that never promises anything good.
Sebastián brought men over for me to play with. The game had always been mine—until Diego walked in with that calm that never promises anything good.
I’d been fantasizing about her for months. When she came down from the stage and put her mouth on mine, I understood that fantasy was never going to disappear.
I had the cursor blinking and he was in the doorway with that question I never know how to refuse. That afternoon wasn’t just a quickie.
When I invited her to my apartment, I thought I’d be in control. Her gaze changed the moment I closed the door, and I knew I was wrong.
Every Friday he took her home, pretending they were just friends. She knew it. So did he. But neither dared say it aloud.
When I opened my door to that silent giant apologizing before he even spoke, I knew my father had just dragged me into the hottest, most absurd mess imaginable.
I thought I knew myself well. Valentina took just three weeks to prove I was completely wrong — and I was infinitely grateful to her.
When Valeria corrected his form on the machine, he couldn’t help making it obvious. She saw it, smiled, and offered him something that wasn’t in any training plan.
It had been a month since I couldn’t get that corner of Industria out of my head. That night I decided to go back, but this time I wouldn’t be alone.