Seduction

He wasn’t looking at the frescoes: he was looking at her, as if she were the material he had to break. And for the first time, she wanted something in her life to come crashing down.

She had been burning for months and her husband never got home in time. That afternoon, seven months pregnant, she got off the subway at the wrong stop... or the right one.

Aitor bragged that no woman could resist him, and his elderly neighbor listened with amusement… until the boy revealed who he planned to seduce next.

Sebastián told her to tear it all apart. The only thing that broke was the promise she’d made, in the bed of a stranger who smelled like victory.

It started with a threat over a false rumor. It ended with her husband on his knees in the sand, begging me to fulfill the desire he never dared confess.

She told me, “Don’t trust my husband,” and I laughed. Three months later, my wife walked into my office unable to meet my eyes.

I was faithful to my husband until that man raised his glass to me and, without touching me yet, told me in my ear everything he planned to do to me that afternoon.

I accepted the massage out of curiosity and because of the heat of his hands. What I didn’t imagine was how much I’d be willing to pay before his alarm went off.

I went down to the pool in my underwear just to tease him. I never imagined that same night I’d end up begging him not to stop inside me.

I’d never cheated on my husband in eighteen years. One screen, one bold stranger, and one empty afternoon were enough to make all of that stop mattering.

He only came to use our computer on a rainy afternoon. But he showed me a program that could strip anyone naked, and without thinking, I asked him to try it on me.

I told him to strip too. It was only fair: he’d already seen me naked on the screen and I’d spent the whole afternoon pretending to be technically curious.

Marina thought he was just a harmless boy. That afternoon, she discovered that beneath his shyness was someone ready to take control of everything.

I’d spent months seeing her in a sweater and glasses behind the monitor. That night, in a wine-colored dress and with one drink too many, she looked at me in a way that changed everything.

The night she threw me out, I dreamed of my own corpse rotting in an empty workshop. I woke up soaked in tears, with her asleep a handspan from my skin.

When I left them alone in the hotel bar, I only wanted to give them some privacy. I never imagined she’d go upstairs with another man and I’d be left waiting downstairs.

She took the job to run from a dead relationship. What she didn’t expect was that the arrogant boss would hide a man capable of stealing her breath.

I went back to the room quietly so I wouldn’t wake him, and found him with my underwear between his fingers and the sheet pitched up like a tent.

Five years later I saw her pushing a cart with a little girl inside. She lowered her eyes and ran off. Neither of us wanted to remember what we shot together.

I kissed him in the car before going into the party, never imagining that inside I’d find the last person I wanted to see: my own father.