Damn woman. But it's completely true. Robert loves her so much. If he finds out he will suffer like a convict and she doesn't even care. How can she be with someone for so long and not care about hurting her feelings like that? I just do not get it. But I owe him the truth. I have to tell you everything. I'd rather tell it in a friendly way than wait for her to talk all venomous or even for him to catch them someday like I did. Your disdainful face that fills me with disgust. I put my cell phone in my pants pocket, leave the money in the account and get up to leave.
It's hard to believe my friend's wife just told me the things she said. I saw them meet. I saw them dating and getting engaged. I saw them getting married. I watched Robert make plans to start a family with her, and now I watch her trade it all for money and some goddamn son of a bitch without caring about hurting my good friend in the process. Yup. They're all the same. Women are always women. Cold and cruel. All are. The best thing I ever did for myself was cut the relationships out of my life forever. I need to speak to Robert urgently and tell him everything I know. I call him, but he informs me that he is leaving for New York for a medical conference. So instead of telling, I let him enjoy a weekend before part of his life comes crashing down. And he encourages me to do the same with the girl who's been on my mind.
Then I turn off the phone. In the second I count. I'll give him that time. And he's still worried about my weekend. Robert is without a doubt the best friend anyone can have. The only one I trust close to me. I have been damaged in the past by a good friend and it was Robert who helped me through it all. He is the guy. I'm going to do what he said – enjoy the weekend I've waited so long for and hope his world doesn't break as much as mine once did.
When I arrive in front of Rachel's House, I'm nervous like a teenager. I double-check my appearance in the car mirror and get inside. The sensual music that always plays here has been replaced by a tasteful electronic beat. The girls of the House soon come to me, offering me drinks and their bodies. But today there's only one body I want to enjoy all night.
I look for Rachel, but I can't find her so I decide to go to the bar and get something to warm up. The movement today is bigger than usual. Usually the weekends are very busy, but today it is much more than that.
— The usual Louis. I order at the bar.
'Of course, Mr Hoffman.
In two minutes I'm served a double shot of whiskey. I drink my drink, paying attention to the men there, vying for the attention of the girls. Perhaps today the demand is greater than the supply. I smile thinking that Rachel must be crazy with all this clientele and at that moment she appears beside me.
— Hi Nicholas. — She looks very worried — I don't have good news for you.
- What are you talking about? - I ask without being upset, because knowing Rachel, this could be a serious thing or simply an exaggerated nonsense.
“It's about Ellen. she says and I, worried, jump out of my chair at once.
'What's wrong with her?' I can't hide the anxiety in my voice.
- She left.
- Although? — Scream — How come she left?
“I looked all over the house with some of my girls and we couldn't find her. I was just about to call you when one of the girls found something she left for you.
Rachel hands me a paper with my name written on it. It smells like women's perfume and is folded into a stationery format. I take her hands in exasperation and open it. Rachel moves away so I have privacy and I sit back on the bar stool. I start to read.
“Nicholas,
Thank you for taking care of me this week and caring enough about me to respect me when we first met. I couldn't stay to give you what you expect from me because I'm not what you think I am. I could have told you right away, but the truth is, I needed everything you've done for me and you probably wouldn't have done it if you'd known. We won't see each other again and for that I want to apologize for using you to get what I wanted without giving you anything in return.
With all my gratitude, Ellen"
I read the letter about five times wishing it wasn't true. May she still be here. Let Rachel come to me and tell me that it's all a joke and that she's in her room waiting for me. I've been waiting all week for this night to finally have her and she's not here. I'm disappointed. My desire for this girl seems to have reached the point of insanity. I've wanted her before, but after that letter, her behavior, tonight, I'm on fire.
I get up and go upstairs to the room where she was staying and enter unceremoniously. One of the girls is there.
- Who are you? I ask sullenly.
— Angela.
- What are you doing here? My voice is icy.
- Setting the room. I have work to do soon.
I look down. The room doesn't have the same energy it had when I was here earlier in the week. Clearly she is no longer here. The girl approaches me and seems to want to say something, but she is reluctant.
“Look, cat,” she says at last, “I was the one who found Ellen and brought her here. She pretty much just talked to me, but I can't say why she left.
I look at her and for a minute I'm jealous that she's been around Ellen for so long and I haven't been here to see her even once.
“This morning I spoke to her and she seemed fine.
"Did she ever mention anything that might make you suspect she didn't want to be here?" Anything that might have hinted at that?
- No. In fact”—she frowns like she's remembering something—“she once told me she wasn't like us. He didn't go into details and I didn't insist.
'What did she mean?' I ask distractedly.
“Maybe she wasn't a prostitute. She laughs, shrugging her shoulders.
IT IS. But then why did she agree to stay here? I know she had nowhere else to go, but that would be a very high price. Prostitute yourself to support yourself? I never thought much about these things. What drives a woman to sell her body? Desire? Poverty? stupidity? All I ever wanted to know was that when I wanted a woman, she would be here for me.
Ellen told me in the letter that she used me, and that's true, maybe prostitution was her last outing and somehow I spared her that. On the inside I'm happy for her, but on the outside I'm a little sad. I think without this House, I won't see it anymore. I don't know anything about her or even where to start looking for her if I wanted to. Watch your way, Nick.
“Think about it,” the girl pulls me back into the room, “if that's what she meant, it must have been good for her that you gave her all that money and time to heal with nothing in return. You saved her from this life.
I look at her very seriously and agree. The only problem is all this unreleased sexual desire I have for Ellen. This is killing me here. The girl approaches.
“I can tell you really wanted to see her tonight.
- As you know?
“Well…her dick is about to rip her pants off and she's not even here. She points to my erection.
I've been with her since I joined and it hasn't diminished yet, on the contrary, it seems to have grown more with the events.
"If you're okay with it, I can take care of her." I'm not Ellen, but I'm really good at what I do and I can help you.
I think a little. Maybe a good session of wild sex can get Ellen out of my mind and make my desire assuage.
- Why not? - I advance towards her - I hope you can put up with brutal things.
I wake up on Saturday after eleven in the morning. Besides the girl in Ellen's room, I had sex with three others until dawn. I'm exhausted so I keep lying in bed for several minutes before I decide to take a shower.
In the shower, a wave of desire washes over me. I close my eyes briefly and have a vision of a white-skinned girl with black hair and emerald green eyes. Completely naked. Without even realizing it, I take one of my hands to my dick and start jerking off. Fuck. I haven't done this in at least five years. I've never needed to, I've always had my sexual desire under control since I adopted my philosophy of life. I never lacked women. Anytime, whenever I wanted. My movements are quick reflecting my will and in an instant I come, splattering semen on the wall. It seems like one isn't enough so I start all over again.
It's noon when I'm heading to an Italian restaurant for lunch. I need dough to replenish the energies I spent last night and this morning. I haven't touched one in a while and today there were three in the shower. What is this girl doing to me? As I sit down, I see a redhead walk through the door and grab a table by the window. She's Charlie's secretary. She is wearing a very short print dress and very high heels. It looks edible. A waiter takes my order and brings it back in a few minutes. Like watching her, and when she's finished and is about to leave I jump out of my chair and catch up.