The sun's rays enter through the glass window of my suite and make me close my eyes tightly to prevent the light from “blinding” me. It's Wednesday. Middle of the week. And I'm too lazy to get up to teach after yesterday's binge with Robert and... What's her name? Oh it doesn't matter, but I can still hear her moans in my ear as I take her to the water and then to the sand on the beach where we fucked for several hours.
“Good morning Miami, 7:00 and we will bring you the traffic bulletin with my colleague Mar...”.
I turn off the radio and get up for another day even though I don't have much energy. I have a horrible headache from yesterday's drinking. I go to the bathroom and get a pain reliever from one of the drawers. He looks at me in the mirror and I frown at my image. I'm chaos. I shave and when I'm done, I get in the shower and take a really long shower to get rid of the horrible hangover face I have.
After getting dressed I go to the kitchen and prepare my breakfast. I haven't shopped this week and my fridge is a little empty. So I just drink a glass of milk instead of the juices I like so much. Sometimes I am alarmed by the amount of junk people eat in the middle of the street and the junk they buy to take home. Ugh! Just thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach.
My co-workers and Robert keep telling me that I'm like a woman, but give me a break. Just because I'm a man, don't I have the right to maintain a healthy diet? Where is gender equality? Of course, I wasn't always like this, but I learned the hard way to value my health and I won't put it to the test again for things that aren't worth it.
I'm heading to University in my white Boxster that goes perfectly with my sporty look I decided to wear today. Eight o'clock sharp I'm in the teachers' lounge with my laptop taking one last look at today's classes. As I'm getting ready to leave, Alex appears with a smile on his face and sits right in front of me at the conference table. As always, he teases me. What a sucker, man. When is he going to accept that if I work here it's because I deserve it and I got it in half the time others do? And since I really am a cretin, I play to my best cards. Double provocation.
— Look, I know that my presence in the institution bothers you because with me here the “attention” is no longer yours and I understand that you feel inferior because of that. But come on man, can't we put the rivalry aside for a bit?
He huffs in anger and leaves muttering something. I smile even more at his reaction. Take that! Nobody told you to provoke me, now bear it, idiot.
I go to the living room and the first half of the morning passes quickly. Suddenly comes to my mind a beautiful girl with black hair and emerald green eyes. Ellen. I can't wait to have her in my arms. What I had at Rachel's House on Monday was just a small taste of what's to come. She is beautiful and innocently beautiful that took me by surprise. I remember she wasn't wearing anything sexy when I first met her and I pick up my cell phone to talk to Rachel about the girl's needs.
I ask her to buy toiletries and clothes for her, even over her protests. It's not right not to offer the slightest bit of comfort to the girl who's been stealing my thoughts in moments I can't control and that I'll soon corrupt.
I go back to the room to continue the classes and disconnect from Ellen's innocent sensuality in that time. When I finish my workday I go to my favorite restaurant for lunch. Joe's Stone serves the best seafood I've ever had and whenever I go, I have to work out like a convict to burn off all the calories I consume there. Around two I go to the clinic.
I have six patients booked and the sessions last from 30 to 45 minutes. I finish my workday around seven o'clock and come home completely exhausted. Today was a very tiring day and all I want is a long shower and lounging around until bedtime. I decide to call Robert. I haven't heard from him since last night.
When he answers, we chat for a bit and I ask him about his wife and how he reacted to her coming home drunk. As I bring it up, I notice the change in his voice and his sadness comes through the phone. I hear the sound of the television and I don't have to ask to know he's watching Grey's Anatomy – a series that is just like him. After a while, and a few more words – calculated so that I don't reveal anything I know – I hang up the phone. I have to talk to him and tell him everything, but I'm going to see you first. She doesn't tell him why she wants a divorce, but let's see if she'll have the guts to lie to my face when I confront her.
I turn on the stereo and put Bullet for My Valentine to play on random. I go to the cellar and get a nice bottle of Petrus. I inherited from my father a good taste for wines, whiskey and cognac. I am proud to say that my cellar has the rarest and most expensive drinks anyone could ever want. I go out onto the porch and sit on the swing facing the ocean.
My house is almost on the beach. It actually has a wooden access ramp from the porch to the sand. Downstairs, there are no walls, the kitchen and the living room are joined with a beautiful chandelier in the center illuminating the two spaces. The cellar is large and is behind a huge wooden door in a medieval style. Upstairs is just my room and a mini gym. My room is huge and rustic. The bed faces the ocean with floor-to-ceiling glass windows on the front wall. The bathroom has a traditional bathtub and a shower. The view from the top is incredible. During the day you can see the blue horizon beyond the sea and at night the reflection of the moon is indescribable. Dawn and twilight are spectacles apart.
To the sound of good music and a wonderful drink, I see the moonlight from my balcony. A few boats are moored in the nearby marina and I look at my 45-foot yacht with some sadness. He rests peacefully with the others. He must miss me since I haven't had the luxury of enjoying him in a long time.
The moon is beautiful and the sky is full of stars and I find myself thinking that sometimes I miss having someone to share these moments with. No, no Nicholas, you can't go that way, my subconscious reminds me. It is true. I've already gone that way. I already know what it's like and I don't want to go back there. I soon push those disturbing thoughts away. I will never go through moments like this ever again in my life.
I get up, put the rest of my wine in the fridge, and head over to my gym to let go of the nagging thoughts and calories I've consumed at Joe's at lunch. An hour and a half later I fall hard into bed.
The next day goes by like the day before and then it's Friday. Weekend. Rest. Sex. Sex with Ellen. I can't wait to see you tonight. I call Rachel to see how my girl is and she tells me that Ellen is doing very well, fully recovered with just a few bruises, but no pain. I try to focus on classes in the morning and work in the afternoon, but the anxiety consumes me. I need to see you. I've been waiting for this moment all week and now it's finally time. But before all that I still have unfinished business with a certain bitch. I call her and arrange lunch under the guise of talking about Robert.
Two classes later, I leave the University and go to the designated place. She's already there and smiles when she sees me. She is dressed in a cream dress style blouse, Jimmy Choo heels and full of matching accessories. Robert never spared any efforts to give her everything he wanted. We ordered our food and minutes later it was served. So far no one has said anything.
When I open my mouth to speak, I throw everything I've seen in her face, cutting her off before she even makes a lame excuse, but she pretends to be offended and violent impulses come to my mind for a brief moment. Attacking a woman is an irreparable mistake, worthy of only the worst cowards, but I swear there are certain times when some... Better stop here. I just tell her about my intention to tell Robert everything I know, demanding that she be at least decent and get out of his life without hurting him more than she will, but the bitch just laughs in my face, saying that knows how much Robert loves her.