I don't think I've ever got so tired at work, even if I never wanted to become a lawyer, or rather, I never wanted to be a lawyer in New York, where I find myself defending crazy people, who don't know how to fill their days if not throwing the neighbor's cat from the sixth floor of the skyscraper, like the old woman I had to put up with this morning.
I try to relax in the car, driving slowly to avoid a cat genocide today, also because I can't afford to pay for an accident.
'Because your father has stopped covering your ass and you can't give up on the manicure ...'-his words come to my mind suddenly.
You filthy bastard!
I should have kicked his ass instead of agreeing to share the house with him and his friend, but I hate to admit he's damn right.
His words stuck with me, as did his fierce eyes, as if he wanted to tell me more but couldn't do it.
I park the car in the usual place where I stop every Saturday at 16:00, honking the horn when I realize that there is still no one outside the small house, while I tap the steering wheel with my index finger and bite the inside of my cheek for the nervous.
I have not canceled the announcement on social media, hoping there may be more requests, so that I can scream in the face of that asshole to go and find another house.
He sees me as everyone else looks at me. A woman without a misplaced hair, who spends more time in a beauty salon than at her home, but will get to know me better and will know that I have spent six years of my life practicing boxing in a gym where it was forbidden to women to register.
It took me a few minutes to understand that that bastard is one of those who do not care about anything and that I must avoid, even if this morning I could not help but study him sideways, taking advantage of the fact that he was sitting on the sofa and his attention was caught by the phone between his fingers.
I don't think I've ever met a man so blond and so damn sexy.
It seems that his mother wanted to give birth to a work of art.
When I first met his eyes yesterday, I couldn't hold back my amazement.
The crystalline blue of one eye contrasts the honey color of the other, as if fate did not know which one to choose between the two most beautiful colors that the human eye can have.
It is enough to look him in the eye to understand that he is one of those who give 'a hit and go', who attracts women with his frighteningly muscular shoulders and his fleshy lips always very red.
But that makes me hate him even more, because he may even be a Greek god, but he's like everyone else and doesn't know what it means to appreciate a woman.
"Aunt Valerie!" - I realize that Mary and Tommy got into the car only when I feel the lips resting on my cheek tenderly.
I shake my head to get back to reality, but I can't help it and fold my lips into a toothy smile, glancing at the kids one last time to make sure they have fastened their seat belts.
I hasten to greet the mother, who raises an arm from the window of the small house, and then mimics a 'thank you' with her lips.
She is one of the many examples of why any woman shouldn't trust a man, but she only realized it now, forced to live in a trailer with two children to raise, while her husband ran away with everything she had managed to earn in three years of work.
She was a colleague of mine until three years ago, but now she is forced to be a bartender to give a dignified life to Mary and Tommy.
"Can we watch The Nun today?" - As soon as I leave the parking lot, Tommy hurries to ask, at which I roll my eyes.
"Your mother will send me to jail." - I mumble to myself, although the real reason I don't want them to see horror movies is that ...I'm afraid of horror films!
Here, I said it!
And the movies that force me to see these two pests don't help me at all!
In any case, I decide not to disappoint them when they show me a DVD and cross their little hands in front of my face in prayer:
"Okay." - I give up before they even start torturing me as only they can, while I stop the car in the small courtyard that surrounds my house.
House that is not all mine now.
I make an annoyed grimace, hoping neither of my two new roommates are home now, but luck has never been on my side, so I prepare for the worst as I follow Mary hopping to the entrance.
Babysitting has never helped me much financially, but at least it helps me not to feel alone because of that damn truth that made me lose the person I loved most in my life.
If I can't be a mother, I'll console myself by pretending to be one and surrounding myself with children whenever I'm afraid of spending time alone.
I leave it to Mary to open the front door, while I arrange the bags full of rubbish in my arms to spend the evening in the company of the two children, or rather three, also considering Meredith.
I force a smile when I notice that Mary invites me in first, then I pass her with my arms aching from the weight of the chips and popcorn, but when I look towards the center of the living room and I notice Ethan's presence, all the envelopes land on the floor as I instantly widen my eyes.
The tip of my nose begins to burn with anger and embarrassment alike, as I hasten to bring a hand in front of the little girl's eyes at my side to keep her from seeing a man almost completely naked.
"Ethan!" - I scream without being able to take my eyes off his rigid and inviting skin, but when he finally decides to take a look at me he assumes an annoyed expression, looking up from the phone screen and then getting up from the sofa, contracting the muscles of the abdomen as if to do it on purpose:
"Put on a shirt!" - I start screaming, while Tommy at my side watches the scene almost amused.
"And pants." - I add immediately afterwards, in a whisper, quickly moving my eyes to his boxers, then lowering my head as if it were a horrible scene to see.
Maybe that was the fault of the black shirt he wore yesterday, but I didn't realize that ... he had so many muscles.
"I'll stay as I want to." - he says with a stern tone, but at the same time calm, as if my words made him neither hot nor cold:
"In my house." - he concludes satisfied, giving me the courage to meet his furious eyes.
I hold my breath for a thousandth of a second, then try to concentrate and point with my arm and index finger at his room:
"Go get changed." - I try to appear as mature as possible and imitate his tone, but when I see him raise an overbearing eyebrow and turn his back to lie down on the sofa again, I hasten to make him understand that I'm the one in charge:
"Now!" - Tommy stops giggling and jumps on the spot, while Mary forces me to remove my hand from her sight, curious to know who I'm arguing with.
"I don't want to see you naked!" - I add immediately after, as soon as he rests his bare back on a pillow, highlighting the chest:
"You mind them?" -he points the index finger on his sculpted pecs, but I try not to satisfy him by answering sincerely and I just whimper:
"Yes!" - I exclaim exasperated and at the limit of endurance, bringing my eyes to his boxers to make him understand that it is not normal, but he interprets my gesture to his advantage:
"So why are you staring at my cock?" - I part my lips and hold back a strangled moan trying to avoid swearing in front of the children, but I don't think twice before walking in his direction with a soft step.
My eyes cloud with nervousness, even though he doesn't look shaken at all and just looks at me with the same grimace as I approach him in anger.
He looks at me with such arrogance from below that I bend down to his height and grab his elbow with both hands to drag him up and force him to get up.
"Get up!" - my curls escape from the tail in exasperation and begin to cover my view, when I notice that it does not move an inch.
It is the fault of the skirt that prevents me from moving, otherwise I would have locked him up in his room by now!
I widen my eyes as he pulls his mighty arm in his direction, dragging me over his body and taking advantage of the fact that I'm wearing a pair of high heels that make me lose my balance.
My heart starts pounding as my hands come into contact with his broad shoulders, while my chest adheres to his at the exact moment when a restrained sigh comes from his full lips.
I feel my cheeks catch fire as her warm breath mixes with mine as I meet his lighter-than-usual eyes.
The clenched jaw and pressed lips hypnotize me to the point that I can't help but get lost in his puddles, almost wanting to understand what color her eyes really are, but I tilt my head when a moan comes out of her mouth:
«Valerie.» - I swallow my saliva in hearing him pronounce my name with so much sensuality that I completely forget that we are not alone.
He keeps looking me straight in the eyes brazenly, but I understand the reason of his grimace only when he holds my body in his hands, holding my forearms between his fingers:
"Valerie, fuck! The knee ... »- he says in a strangled tone, forcing me to return to reality and form an 'o' with my lips when I bring my head down, letting the rebellious curls fall on his face as I notice that my knee pushes between his legs.
I push with both palms on his chest and hurry to stand up and take a few steps back, clearing my throat and turning away from him, as I pull a lock of hair behind my ear that ends up in front of my eyes again.
Out of the corner of my eye I watch him bring both hands to the center of his boxers to hide his intimacy as he takes a quick glance at Mery and Tommy.
"Who are those?" - he raises his chin towards the children, returning to a severe expression to hide the pain.
"I'm a babysitter." - I hurry to nod embarrassed, but his cold tone gets on my nerves again:
"I don't want children in the house." - he says in an authoritative tone, making me regret not having made him sterile just now, especially when he silences Tommy with a threatening glare, making him stop laughing instantly, while Mary closes the door behind him .
"Let it be the last time I see them." - he adds immediately after, standing up without taking off a hand in front of his boxers and turning his back to me at the exact moment in which I can not restrain myself:
"Bastard." - I whisper, but he can hear me regardless, so much that he stops suddenly, making my eyes widen slightly:
"It's so hot that I could even take off my panties ..." - he starts to say and brings his hands up to the hem of his boxers, but I interrupt him with a shrill voice:
"No!" - I exclaim, shaking my head even though he can't see me, and then start talking again: "No, please." - my voice fades as I mentally slap myself.
I've never apologized to a man and I won't do it to this pervert I've known for less than twenty-four hours.
"I don't think I heard." - assumes a grimace of annoyance as he turns his head to the side, continuing to turn his back to me.
My expression hardens and I start to offend him, as I cross my arms over my chest, but I change my mind as he tightens the hem of his boxers and seems to be on the verge of lowering them.
"Wait!" - I raise a hand in the air, while Ethan raises an eyebrow bully.
I locked up the most dangerous criminals in the capital and put my exes in bankruptcy before they apologized on my knees.
Now, however, I let myself be humiliated by a man who threatens to show me his genitals in the middle of the living room of my house, in front of two innocent children and frightened by his arrogant attitude!
"Sorry ..." - I let it go out of my lips with a stifled moan from the effort I put into it, and then conclude between my teeth: "... Ethan."
You'll pay for it, Ethan.
I press my lips hard to say nothing more and wait for him to walk away satisfied to have the opportunity to scream with his face immersed in one of the cushions on the sofa, but he doesn't seem to be satisfied:
"That's what I thought, puppy."
.... puppy.
Puppy!
I sink my fingernails into my skin to force myself not to jump on him and punch him, but I relax when I notice that he leaves his boxers and starts walking back to his room, while I tap my forearm with my index finger and think of a way to reverse the situation.