Cheating

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.

We’d spent years in silence and cold dinners. When he came to fix the fireplace, something broke in me. And I let it happen.

Rodrigo doesn’t know everything that happened on that trip. Only the version I chose to tell him. The truth is darker, more delicious.

We left the parking lot without knowing where we were going. She had already opened her pants in the passenger seat and couldn’t stop breathing hard.

When he took me to the hall's service stairs, his hand had already been deciding for both of us for half an hour. I only let it happen.

Rodrigo looked me straight in the eye and said yes, to do it, but that he wanted to watch everything. I thought I’d be embarrassed, but I felt exactly the opposite.

Outside, he was a married executive. Inside that locked office, he was another man. And I became Valentina, his most intimate secret.

When I got out of the shower, Sebastián had the pink garments in his hand and that steady look I knew I wouldn’t be able to refuse.

They’d gone years without saying it out loud. That night someone did, and the two women stood up from the table without looking back.

We had been lovers for three years when he made that proposal. He wanted to watch me with another man—and knowing he was watching changed everything I felt that night.

He took forever changing. She waited outside. And a group of tourists passed through at exactly the wrong moment.

She lied in front of everyone in the parking lot to get into my car. Before we left the city, she’d already found my hand. And I didn’t want to go home like that either.

I recognized her at the top of the hill. Seven years had passed, and she looked at me like she knew I’d be there that Saturday. What happened after that should never have happened.