I Woke Up Naked in My Rival’s Bed
Andrés woke up naked in his greatest rival’s bed. With no memory of the night before, he only wanted to leave. But something kept holding him back.
Andrés woke up naked in his greatest rival’s bed. With no memory of the night before, he only wanted to leave. But something kept holding him back.
When they walked into the apartment, there was no innocence left in their eyes. All that remained was deciding how we were going to end the night, and the deck stayed on the table.
She climbed three floors to a door with no sign, thinking she knew what she was there for. What she found in that room wasn’t in any ad.
I left it on the table, next to the keys, and sat down on the living-room sofa to wait. I wanted to see how long it took him to realize his life had just split in two.
I had been alone with my son for two years when the bank sent me the letter. The manager had a proposition. I accepted. What I didn’t expect was what I would discover about myself.
We played strip poker with my neighbors. Nobody said what else was being played for, but when I was left naked in the middle of the living room, we didn’t need the cards anymore.
Eight years of listening to his conquests in silence, pretending everything was fine. Until one night a stranger offered him what he had always wanted.
At seven in the morning, I arrived for my workout. She locked the locker room door and said, “Today’s class isn’t on the regular menu.”
The test had been on the bathroom shelf for twenty minutes when he opened the door. One look at his face was enough to know everything between us had changed.
We’d been going out together for years without anything ever happening. That night at the club something changed: his body pressed to mine on the dance floor, and neither of us tried to stop it.
We went out looking for an alley and came back with a secret. Some Fridays change you without asking permission.
We posted the ad not knowing what to expect. Two weeks later he rang the bell at ten on the dot, no phone or watch, ready to serve.
I’d spent weeks telling myself it was the right thing: put distance between us, catch that plane, and never look back. But when I opened the door and saw him, everything went to hell.
When I saw the man coming up the path, he squeezed my head harder. He wasn’t going to stop. And I didn’t want him to.
When I switched off the engine on that dead-end track, she had already unfastened her seat belt and opened her pants. And we hadn’t exchanged a single word.