The good thing about that place is that in that season it was little visited, so that relaxed her, not having to say hello and smile to anyone seemed perfect, but it was not like that. He entered, after more than five years without seeing him there he was. So many places on the planet and there he was. The hearts were simply attracted.
She thought that the rain and the soaking had made her crazy, she lowered her head, took a sip of coffee and looked up and yes, it was him.
He got up and tipped the waiter and wanted to escape from that nightmare, but the look of the two simply crossed. It was Franco who had entered that restaurant.
Like a puzzle, everything returned to fit in his mind. It can not be, it can not be! She whispered to herself. He had forgotten how sexy and sexy he looked with his worn jeans and a plain white shirt.
It seemed very strange to see him so simple, because his dress was more formal, sacks and suits of brands.
-Some places in the world and we are here Marcela.
I just got off the plane Franco, no idea you frequented this site after so many years?
And you come to take refuge so far He said sarcastically.
-No, on the contrary, I come to put my head in order.
The families of both were partners of a large company in Valencia, they knew each other from a very young age the attraction of one for the other was indisputable.
- You have not confused yourself of place? He laughed. No, answered Marcela. I know where I am.
-What's the matter with you? Why so much question? I already told you that I came to clear my mind, something like a vacation, but I can see that it is difficult to have them.
Marcela had no choice but to fake fatigue with a half yawn and say goodbye with the phrase: "See you soon Franco."
When he arrived at the hotel where he had booked he kept remembering the exquisite fragrance of that handsome man for whom he had spent so many moments of passion and desire. So many shared kisses, so many caresses.
What's wrong Marcela, do not be deluded, that man is your worst suffering! Sure he came to conquer so far and it was just a coincidence, but not anymore.
Marcela had asked at reception that they would not disturb her, she did not want calls, unless it was her sister Mariana, who was the only one who knew where she was in case of any emergency. He asked for water, ice and some pills to calm the migraine.
He opened the water, put it at room temperature undressed to relax in the tub. Two light knocks knocked on the door. He took one of the towels to cover himself and opened it.
Franco, what are you doing here? The desire to jump over her invaded her. His mind traveled quickly as if he had already lived that chapter of his life. His body trembling and eager for that man who for years traveled every inch of his skin, those hands that died from sleeping at his waist ... there he came to himself and covered himself more with the tiny towel that covered her.
Franco was frightened a little when he saw Marcela's astonished face. I knew it had not been a good idea. I followed you to find out which hotel you stayed in. And the receptionist told me the number of your room.
I'm sorry, I did not want to bother you, on the contrary. But he did not stop looking at her eyes, and the lips that he so often nibbled and ran with his tongue. She was his drug, his desire, he was dying to take the towel and kiss her from the feet to the head, but he did not.
She quickly dressed in the bathroom and left.
¿Are you following me? - Marcela asked.
-No, I just wanted to walk a little and I thought it was nice that you were here. And I wanted to take the opportunity to see you and speak again after so many years. I think that since the last board of directors everything was very bad, many strong things were said that day. And I think the signing of that clause definitely distanced us, "Franco said, looking at his silhouette.
Yes, from that time we did not see each other, -Marcela replied quickly, and putting on her coat she said: ¡What are we waiting for Let's walk!.
The clause that signed those years prohibited the existence of some kind of romance between the partners, the children of the majority shareholders, who were their parents they had put Marcela and Franco as heirs. What the parents had not noticed was that they were in love for a while.
The first to sign the document was Franco, Marcela took the same pen and made her signature with hatred and felt that day had died while alive. Nobody noticed. Cups were raised to seal that pact that with the passing of the years was strengthened more and more between their parents.
One day after thinking about it with a cool head, she went to the Franco-Valenzuela office and told her dad that she did not want anything to link her to the company, her father did not accept.
Franco wanted and loved that woman, he knew he had never stopped being attracted, and it was not only because of sex, it shook him, it made him crazy, it made him not think, he got him out of control.
They walked a long time talking superficial things without touching issues that were to explode as bombs or grenades, maybe not to get away more after so many years.
Franco could not take it anymore, he was dying to touch her, to smell her, to feel her and Marcela equal, but he could not take that first step.
He took her tightly, grabbed her by the waist and hugged her, neither of them said anything. Two hearts beating at full speed. Marcela let herself go and slipped her hands and managed to feel more her chest and her arms. Franco took the opportunity to smell his hair, breathe on it very slowly as if he were running out of oxygen. The explosion reached the moment of joining their lips wanted to eat alive, the pace varied between fast, slow and smooth.
Franco found it hard to keep calm by having her so close. He stopped and stared at her, which made Marcela open her eyes quickly, frightened by not knowing what was going through her mind.
He only said: ¿We had everything to be happy Marcela, what happened to us?
TO BE CONTINUE...