20

We are lying in bed awake, Matthew gets up and from his pants he takes out a very small box with which it is held with a wine-colored ribbon. I remember that the day we met at university there were wine-colored ribbons on the decorations.

"Open it, it's your gift," he announces, stretching out his hand and handing me the small box.

"A pen," I frown, while I cover my chest with the gray sheet.

—How naive you are Julia, it seems that you still don't know all the toys with which you can have an incredible orgasm.

"So what is it?" I question, confused, looking at the pen carefully.

He laughs underneath, crossing his arms watching my reaction—It's a vibrator, it's for you to use when you're bored and he's not by your side.

"But in the shape of a pen," I inform, biting my lower lip.

—It's so that it goes unnoticed in your house, just don't leave it visible.

I blush at his comment —It occurs to me that maybe we can release it one of these days.

—If one day, the sooner the better it will be for both of us, don't you think—he gives me a kiss on the corner of my lips—let's sleep, it's late, I have to take you home.

I lie down next to him and he wraps his arms around me tightly, making me feel protected and loved in a thousand and one possible ways.

"Tell me, will you continue to love me no matter what happens?" I fix my gaze on his face.

"Until death, dear, and even if I die, I will continue to love you wherever I am," he whispers in a very low tone.

—And if our love fades—I respond with my eyes down.

—We will see each other's eyes again and our love will be reborn because our bodies and souls are magnets that attract each other—He comments, kissing my forehead.

—And if I become uglier—I blurt out.

—I will wake up every morning and tell you how beautiful you are to me.

I begin to fall asleep lightly and my eyes close, seeing Matthew's perfect smile along with the dimples that appear on his cheeks.

From a deep sleep I opened my eyes and extended my arms. It's a beautiful morning, lovely view, I put on my white shirt and go out to the balcony to observe the view, I turn to the bed and Matthew is asleep, I can't believe that he is asleep and shining so beautifully before my eyes.

Oh my God! What time will it be, emerged from my deep thoughts and I bend my left hand turning on the light of the clock, 3:00 a.m. my parents will kill me; I couldn't stay until dawn for Matthew to take me. I gasp in desperation. I quickly put on my clothes and take my shoes in my hands. I leave him a note and get out of there quickly.

The lights in the house remain off, thank God! I say while I put the key in and open the door slightly without making any kind of fuss, I tiptoe so as not to be discovered and go to my room as quickly as possible... 5 seconds pass and someone turns on the light in the dining room. I turn and my mother is sitting in one of the chairs.

“It's time to arrive,” he says, with his gaze fixed on his glass of tequila.

—The party, mom, it's been over for half an hour —I lie, placing my arms behind me.

—Yes, and why are you not wearing your shoes—he fixes his gaze on my feet, And please don't lie, remember that when you go I already went and came twice.

"Well, I was at a party, but I was also with Matthew Styles," I murmur, while I sit next to her.

"What?" Opens his eyes wide; with your father's partner, you know that if he finds out it could go very badly for you, right Julia.

"I know, but you won't tell him and it will be our secret." He smiled.

—I will, if you promise to stay out of it, you know what I mean, no.

I shake my head in denial.

—No sex with him and he can only come to see you from Monday to Saturday from 7 to 10.

"Seriously, mother," I replied, furious, "7 to 10 is very little and not having sex, but mom, I'm of legal age."

"Julia, don't complain, remember that here, there are rules while you live in this house, and you see it every day at work," he answers.

I remain silent before the last thing he says, he had literally already disobeyed all his rules, what difference did it make if he continued fucking Matthew. Overall, we won't do it here.

I go up to the room and fall onto my bed.

Flash back

The colors in my room were very light pink, I remember playing with a boy, he was not Jack nor Mike, he was totally different, he had black hair and very penetrating blue eyes.

"Julia, let's play," he says, moving me with his small hand.

We went out to the patio where there were some swings, one blue and the other yellow, we both sat down to start swinging and be able to rise a little in the air.

"I just hope that when we grow up we'll still be friends," I shout a little.

—Of course, you will end up marrying me, remember this well.

—We'll see about that.

I wake up and look at Matthew, he looks so much like that child. I go down to drink some water, the memories, I wonder if it's him or someone else, it doesn't happen to them that they dream about someone and then they appear in your life, well to me it always happens to me

I grab the glass and grab some fresh water that is in the refrigerator, I feel how it cools every part of my body, I go to the balcony and think about my dad trying to understand since when he had cancer, the simple fact of losing him overwhelms me consumed inside. A tear rolls down my cheek but it doesn't stop falling completely.

I go back to bed and see the pink pen that Matthew gave me, this is really curious, I want to use it thinking about him, but I stop myself and don't take it, he kept it in one of the drawers hiding it in my underwear hoping that my mother don't find it completely.