Lisa
I know it will be Maximo's birthday, but the thought of going to his party at the office makes my stomach churn. I don't know how to present myself there, whether I would be his friend or a guest, and I would have security and his protection at all times, as he is the boss and the highest authority. But still, I feel nervous.
Since there is no staff, I went to the room to the right of the main one, but after tossing and turning, I couldn't fall asleep. I pick up that notebook that I hate with all my being and head to get a glass of water. I read those names over and over again, most of them unknown to me, and when I least expect it, I feel that exquisite fragrance, and he is behind me, looking curiously at those words.
"What... what are you doing here? I'll go now, I just... just came for a glass of water."
"You're not leaving. Why so nervous? Why do you have all those names written down and those sums of money?"
"It's a personal matter."
"I'm your husband, tell me. Why do you have the names of many of my employees there? Why are you so nervous and with tears in your eyes?"
"I can't tell you, it's embarrassing and humiliating. I was stupid, okay?"
"Give me your side of the story and let me judge for myself."
"I won't talk about those intimate subjects with you. I already told you, I was stupid, I trusted, and I was let down."
"Please tell me."I hugged her, and for a moment she struggled to break free, but I didn't let her go until she simply stopped fighting and cried.
"Forgive me for this, I'm not like this."
"Go to my room, I'll bring you some tea, and we'll talk."
Resigned, she went there while I prepared two cups of tea and brought them over. I sat on the bed next to her and handed her a cup, waiting for her to speak.
"When my mother started working at your company, she made several friends there. Sometimes they would come to our house to look for her and then go out dancing or drinking, I don't know and I don't care. She would sometimes come back drunk or not even return for the entire weekend. As you can imagine, it was normal and happened several times a month. It was also not surprising that her friends would visit our house on workdays. I didn't interact with them; I didn't feel comfortable, and I was not allowed to approach her when she was with her friends. One visitor became more frequent, and in a way, I got used to seeing him more and more often."
"Was he your boyfriend?"
"I don't know what we were. Either way, my mother would ask me to talk to him and she wouldn't mind if we spoke for a few minutes. He treated me well," said things to make me feel beautiful, but what I liked the most was his sense of humor. I would have fun with his jokes. He was the only person I talked to, and for the minutes his visits lasted, I forgot how miserable my life was. One day he kissed me, and I can't say that I liked it, but he kept doing it over time. I was stupid and naive.
"Didn't you feel anything?"
"Then one day he started insisting that he was a man, that he had needs, and if I didn't agree to go further, he wouldn't see me anymore. I thought about it a lot; I had never considered the idea of being with someone, especially not like that. I didn't want to, but I assumed it was okay, that it was normal. I agreed anyway because he treated me well, and in a way, I didn't want to lose the only person I had. But like an idiot, I fell for it. I made the biggest mistake of my life, and there hasn't been a day when I haven't regretted it."
"Didn't he treat you well? Did he have a girlfriend, maybe?"
"I don't know what it means to be treated well. The only positive thing was that the suffering didn't last long, just a few minutes, and then he told me to get dressed and leave because he needed to sleep. I went home in pain and crying; I regretted it before it even started. I didn't see him at home again until a month later. He came to find me just because he wanted to repeat it. I didn't agree; it was horrible and painful, so he hit me hard in the stomach and left."
"Did he hit you when I met you?"
"No, Maximo, he had nothing to do with that. It happened months before."
"Then I don't understand. Who are all the people in the notebook, and what does it have to do with your first time?"
"That he went home and my mother had the brilliant idea of making a bet with all those people for yes or no. That is, if I had sex with him or if I refused. He was with me for that reason only, so he did what he was, took his money, and that was it."
"Your own mother? I can't believe it, and there's no word that can describe him because even"son of a bitch"falls short."
"When I met you, I discovered the notebook and the evidence he left in my mother's room. That's why all those names are there. Next time he asks you not to talk, don't press him. If just thinking about sex disgusts me, having to tell you all this is worse."
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