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I’d gone months without a man when I posted the ad. Marcos was the only one who seemed genuinely interested, and I never forgot what happened that afternoon.

She arrived two hours before her flight, left her suitcase in the hallway, and before I could react, took off her sweatshirt in front of me.

He’d spent three days in Cartagena paying for encounters that ended with the same surprise, until she walked into the bar and everything changed.

I heard him out patiently and smiled. I wasn’t going to argue with his fantasy. I was going to take it to the very end, right where he never dared to look.

We’d been in a comfortable rut for months. That afternoon in the pine grove, with another couple three meters away, my girlfriend decided she was done waiting for me to do everything.

Marco thought they were going to the cinema. He had no idea she had planned every detail weeks in advance, including which pocket he kept the key in.

I had my suitcases in the hall and the taxi booked for six. Then the doorbell rang, and I found him on the other side with his phone in his hand.

Climbing seven floors on foot in heels was no joke. What I didn’t know was that the doorman had been watching me for weeks as if I were a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

When I opened the door dressed in the button-down blouse and heels, I knew that winter morning would not be just another class, but a surrender arranged with him.

It all began the night I discovered that my mother had been sleeping with the man I was in love with for months.

When Marcos called with “the perfect plan,” I never imagined ending up shirtless, betting everything on a card. That night was more than anyone expected.

I’d spent the whole week rehearsing how to tell him what I needed that night. When he walked through the apartment door, I knew words would no longer be necessary.

Mateo had told me about that estate weeks earlier, but nothing he said could prepare me for what Rodrigo and Esteban would do to me once we crossed the gate.

I’d always liked men. Or so I thought—until the night my friend looked at me differently, and something inside me answered before I could choose.