The Apartment Owner Visited Us at Dawn
We arrived exhausted and fell asleep wrapped around each other in our underwear. Three days later, the apartment owner came in with breakfast and a look that changed everything.
We arrived exhausted and fell asleep wrapped around each other in our underwear. Three days later, the apartment owner came in with breakfast and a look that changed everything.
Fresh out of the shower, I looked in the mirror and realized I couldn’t keep waiting. I took a sheet of paper and started writing down everything I’d wanted for years and never dared to do.
Damián came every three days; Adrián showed up Friday on his motorbike. That week I found out just how far I could go when nobody was looking.
No one at the party suspected a thing: to everyone we were just friends. But that dawn Adrián took the road to the hillside estate, and I knew we were done pretending.
I saw his name on the screen and knew I shouldn’t answer. But I did, and the moment I heard his voice I was again the woman I swore I’d never be.
I parked next to her car, not knowing that my free afternoon would end with her climbing into mine, in the darkest corner of the parking lot.
I told him I’d come in sweaty and needed a shower. He carried me to the sofa and whispered that, with my scent, he liked me even more.
I thought it was an innocent game of glances at the traffic light. I never imagined that on a Saturday morning I’d knock on his door with the most foolish excuse in the world.
I never promised you more than I gave you, and maybe that’s why you came back. This is the story of the woman I never truly got to know.
We’d had one clear rule for years, but that morning I understood that renewing the contract meant climbing onto the notary’s table in front of everyone.
I walk between the lockers with a towel over my shoulder and I feel every gaze. They pretend not to look, but their bodies answer me before their words do.
He insisted so much on walking me to the entrance that I ended up inviting him up. At eight in the morning, his phone rang and everything I believed changed in an instant.
When I got into the car and saw that man in the front seat, I had no idea my lover had brought me there to hand me over to someone else.
I bought that toy almost out of shame, hidden behind a screen. I never imagined the body I’d hated so much would teach me how to love myself.
I picked up the fork she had dropped and, bending under the table, discovered something none of the adults suspected. That night everything changed.
I let my guard down the moment he stepped into the stall. I hadn’t come looking for any of that, but his voice ordered me to kneel and I no longer knew how to say no.
The first time I heard her through the partition, I lay perfectly still, holding my breath, pretending to be asleep while she believed she was completely alone.
I recognized the basket of clothes that wasn’t mine, and before I could think, my hand was already buried in his things. What happened next changed me from the inside.
I heard him on the phone say, “This old lady is ready.” I should have been offended. Instead, I felt myself get soaked right there against the bar.
I found her panties on the hallway floor, with a note on top. From that night on, we played a game neither of us wanted to end.