"But I don't know how to make her stop?"
"It can't be that bad." - I recognize Andrew's voice and take a confused expression, trying to understand what they are saying.
"I've been sleeping on the sofa for two days because of Clara."
Because you deserve it, asshole! I drit my teeth as soon as I realize his annoyed voice.
"Because you don't know how to treat a woman, bro." - I thank Andrew mentally when he replies.
"With her everything works in reverse: if I had known I would never have left America."
I take a step back to those words: his serious voice makes my blood run cold and I would like to scream at him to give me a slap in my face just to withdraw those words.
'I would never have left America' - without even realizing it I enter the salon, for the fear of hearing something that makes me feel worse than I already feel.
I have an uncontrollable urge to slap him, but all I have the courage to do is stay silent and try not to look him in the eye as I greet Andrew with a hand up.
I look sideways at the two who exchange dirty looks and in the meantime I go to the stove to prepare dinner, even if it is early. I have to stay busy not to think about what he just said.
"Did I interrupt something?" -I clear my voice when Andrew gets up from the sofa, then sits down opposite to me, but neither of them answers my questions.
"I'll stay at your place for dinner." -he takes a better position on the stool, making me force a smile to make him understand that it's not a problem.
"If you really have to." -I joke. I really wanted to talk to Alex, but after his words I decide to find out everything by myself.
I am more disappointed than angry because he did nothing but confirm my fears: he got tired of me.
And perhaps this is one of the reasons he got close Catherine: my hands shake at these thoughts and, as Andrew makes a grimace similar to a smile, the glass tumbler that I was holding before falls to the ground and shatters into a thousand pieces.
"Are you okay?" - Andrew gets up from his chair, and then comes close to me passing the island that separates us, as he looks at the mess I made on the floor.
I close my eyes and curse myself mentally for getting his attention.
I can feel Alex's eyes burning behind me, but he doesn't bother to worry, so I wave his friend away.
"Be careful." - I take the broom and start cleaning slowly, with my hands that continue trembling in front of his eyes.
"If you like, I'll call John, let's have dinner together." - he says soon after with a low tone, while I nod distracted, watching him take the phone in his hands.
I go back to marinating the meat, while the two continue swearing while watching a football match.
I watch Alex laugh and I lose myself for the umpteenth time in my thoughts:
he's so relaxed and arrogant as I torment myself trying to figure out what he's up to behind my back.
How can I spy on him? How do I know where Catherine lives?
As I ponder an evil plan, Alex's phone starts vibrating on the salon table.
I snap my head up: his phone! I have to get his phone. It's the only way I can contact that woman.
I see that he closes the call, without answering, which does nothing but arouse suspicion in me.
Why don't you answer?! Infamous, hypocritical ...
I cut with all the strength I have the carrot on the counter, but my attention is caught by the bell that rings.
"I'll open it, it must be John." - Andrew rushes to the door, then my friend makes his theatrical entrance as soon as the door opens.
«Here he is!» - I smile at Andrew as his boyfriend reaches me.
He leaves a kiss in my hair, and then nods his head to Alex, who instead just raises a hand.
For a split second he meets my eyes, but I avert them immediately.
I see the clock in order not to forget about Juliet, but I notice that it's still early, so I just set the table with the help of John, who gives me strange looks to ask if I have talked to Alex about it.
I shake my head, and then position myself on the stool, followed by my friend. I look over his shoulder to make sure neither Andrew nor Alex are listening to us.
"I don't have the courage to ask him. What if it confirms what I fear? "-I say with a low tone, so scared that my friend tries to make me reason:
"What do you want to do? Stay with that doubt for all your life? "
"No, I want to spy on Catherine!" - I whisper firmly, approaching his ear.
"What would it change?"-his confused tone make me almost feel stupid, but I try to explain him:
"It would hurt less than he says it." - I frown, shaken again by my suspicions.
«Anyway, I have to get Juliet back first.» - I withdraw my tears and change the subject.
"No, stay. I'll go get her, hoping to have the opportunity to meet the sexy teacher. »- he raises his voice towards the last words, and while Andrew rolls his eyes, Alex jerks his head up.
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