After My Lover, I Wanted to Try My Boss Too
I finished getting dressed on the edge of that bed and understood there was no turning back: the dutiful wife was dead, and I wanted more, much more.
I finished getting dressed on the edge of that bed and understood there was no turning back: the dutiful wife was dead, and I wanted more, much more.
“Cooperation is the only currency you have,” the message said. Mariana put the phone down, knowing she would obey again, just like last time.
When Damián slid his fingers along her hips, Marina understood that her husband was not watching her with jealousy, but with a desire she had never known in him.
I held her gaze while lying, my hand still remembering his skin as it trembled against the cup, praying she wouldn’t connect the dots.
I was always certain of her faithfulness. So when she lowered her gaze and began to talk about that night, I felt the ground shift beneath my feet.
I went down to the garden looking for her and found her behind the glass, seated in the chair, with her assistant kissing her eyelids as if I didn’t exist.
I’d been fantasizing about her in silence for months. That afternoon, during class, she looked up from the book and told me: you have to be more careful with the bathroom door.