Hard narrating: To have her, to feel her, to see her there naked on the bed of a cold and moldy smelling apartment while my body shuddered in desire and fulfillment, she was the anchor that kept me standing, it was for her that I chose not to war anymore with mafias, I felt I didn't need anything else but her, not even power or money, for the first time in life, the warmth of a naked body and naive eyes full of pain were able to thaw the ice stone that I imagined I had in place of a heart, someone was able to make me shiver into something beyond hate, beyond pleasure. The silence was perfect beside her, even seeing the seepage stains on the ceiling above us, my hands passed around her waist, and her sweet smell mixed with alcohol, was the only one I wanted to feel during the rest of my lonely days: -Leonor... - I said, startled, watching her get out of bed and walk towards her clothes. -I have to go ... - Leonor answered me in a saddened tone of voice as she looked
Leonor narrating; With my legs still shaky, I walked, with each step, I felt in me the desire to escape from there, to run away, retracing the path back to Hard. On the balcony of the house, my body slipped, leaving me on the ground once again. The tears came down, with pain, with longing, my father was gone, and it was my fault, it was my fault for having believed in a love that only carries greed. I knew that money to Call's family is like quicksand, and no matter what they need to pull into the hole for support to always be out of the hole. In my hands contained the destruction of Call's family, if the secrets, if who they really are, were thrown in front of the fan, all the power they hold so dear would be gone. Not even all their money could clean up the mess that would tarnish the name of their companies. The problem is that everything around me will be pulled down, just as my father was, just as Hard can be. I had never imagined that the phrase love is blind, could be re
Leonor Juice narrating: Leonor Juice, I'm just a woman sitting on the sofa at a luxurious party, with a glass of drink in hand, with several people around me and my face closed. I get up and go to the drinks table positioned in front of the huge glass wall with a perfect view of Boston. Dinner is from my husband's company, Call Juice, a businessman and owner of one of the largest investment companies, our companionship in business is something very envied, I strongly hold his hand in every decision he makes. But I just found out that he's practically broke, that we're even about to lose our house, and that's not the problem, but the fact that I found out in the middle of this quiet party where everyone looks at me with pity, feeling the weight of my husband's immaturity who didn't even tell me what was going on: - I'm sorry Eleanor. I felt unable to say anything. – he said approaching with a desperate tone. - unable or out of time? - said in a cold way, without lookin
Call Juice narrating: Taking a deep breath, I understood perfectly the irritated way that Leonor got up from the bathtub. It wasn't that he wasn't attracted to her, but he hated the fact that he felt so much attraction that he hated that he'd faltered and failed. I felt proud to have a strong woman by my side, holding my hand even in the immature decisions I made, but I hated the fact that I felt that Leonor was more capable than me, she managed to solve situations and have a broad view of the business in a way that I couldn't, and not being macho, the more I felt weak around her. As if I didn't want to accept the fact that she had all the skills I lacked to solve the problems she got me into. Leonor lay down naked on the bed and with her back to me she fell asleep quickly. She couldn't even touch her, and it tortured me to think of how she managed not to lose the roof over our heads. At nine in the morning, I prepared coffee in the kitchen in a calm way so as not to wake
Call Juice narrating: - what? - He said amazed. - that's what you heard, one night with Leonor and I pay all the debts that led you to bankruptcy, I take more profits as your partner, and you keep her under the roof of your house. - I will not accept this... - you know, that's my proposal. - Hard said getting up from the table as he drank his last drink from the glass. - Feel free, it's on the house. He said, patting me on the shoulder and leaving. Completely intrigued, I kept thinking about the words he said to me, looking at every corner of that restaurant that had details in pure gold, I drank the glass of whiskey quickly, I felt frustrated with everything, I couldn't even continue there knowing that it would depend on the guy who asked one night with my wife: - Call, you over here? – an old businessman friend said when he found me. - It's... business lunch. - I heard about how it's growing too. I just opened another company in Poland maybe.... - Sorry,
- you know what's crazy? – I questioned him. Drunk and with the bottle in hand – to imagine that while I cook a shitty dinner to save our relationship, you sell me because you can't take your bruised ego... - I called and said I acted on the spur of the moment.... - he said interrupting me. - shut up. You sold me out, you made that decision without even talking to me, and now I'm going to... I'm going to do what no wife does, spend a night with her partner, because of course, you don't even realize how much weight this is going to have then, just look at the side that recovers your company and will be able to tell your friends... I can't believe we're talking about this. - I'll take the couch. - Do you think I'm an immature teenager like you? It doesn't matter if we're going to sleep as far away as possible, but sharing the bed. I told him going upstairs before we broached the subject again, deep down the alcohol made me question if I was happy to be under that
Hard narrating: When my eyes found Leonor's body and sweetness, for the first time I discovered what it was like to be jealous of something. I was jealous of their relationship, I've always been a good judge and it wasn't difficult to judge her closed face of who was a frustrated woman, I questioned myself as I saw her leave through the door of the room, how someone left a woman like her frustrated. Even if my body wanted her in contact with it, naked, and my hands wanted to roam that perfect body, that was not my intention in proposing a night with her, but knowing the other ways that made her perfect. All I wanted was to be able to sit across from her and give her another kind of excitement, to be looked at and heard like she wasn't at home. As it is not for her husband. She was beautiful, low cut, and would be the type of woman who would put her up against the wall without measuring efforts, who would enjoy that night but the incredible thing is that she would manage t
Leonor juice narrating: Waking up in bed, I realized it was empty. Different from what I imagined, even after having spent a whole night awake, I didn't feel sleepy, and it was still nine in the morning. I went downstairs, Call wasn't home, neither was his bag of papers from the service, he had gone to work, even drunk, even without sleep, the messy sofa made me see that he had dozed off there for at least an hour, without giving a damn. the job of lying down next to me in bed, there was no coffee, no flowers, much less a note, it was our tradition, as if it were something that only belonged to us, but whenever we made a mistake, or we had a fight, to prepare coffee and a written note that had bothered us was the starting point of finding calm for a conversation. And oddly enough, it really worked, because whenever there was a note and a coffee we remembered how we respected and cared for each other in our relationship and Call came up with the idea of writing our feelings down