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I understood why Alejandro was more slender than Emilio.
What was I doing here, in a dirty, opulent hotel room with a cocaine addict?
I looked at the door.
“Don’t let us keep you, little girl.”
I looked at Emilio, and he must have seen the worry and discomfort in my eyes.
“Listen, Ale, you can’t keep living like this. You’re a father now.”
“Bitch only wanted a meal ticket. She was happy enough to ditch the baby.”
“Where is she?”
“No clue.”
Emilio banged his fist on the table.
“You don’t know where your daughter is?”
“No, I don’t know where my ex-girlfriend is. My daughter is at home.”
I looked around the hotel, but there wasn’t any evidence of a baby, which was good considering the fine film of cocaine everywhere.
“Not the Quito house.”
“The Cotacachi one.”
Something passed between the two brothers.
“She’s fine,” Alejandro mumbled. “Our nanny is taking care of her.”
“Chabe?”
“Yes.”
Emilio sighed.
“At least you can do that much.”
“Great,” Alejandro said with false cheer. “Now get the fuck out.”
“I’ll be back,” Emilio said. I didn’t know if it was a threat or promise. “And we’ll have a real talk.”
“Good luck with that,” Alejandro said, opening another baggie and doing another line.
I clenched my jaw. I really couldn’t be here. I knew that people did drugs, but I’d never been right next to someone doing them.
“Bye, Alejandro.”
He ignored me.
I walked out to the hallway and leaned against the wall. I had my arms wrapped around me.
I felt cold, very cold. Their air conditioning must be set to the coldest setting, because I was shivering.
Emilio came out only a few seconds after I did, closing the door with a quiet click.
He saw me leaning against the wall and braced his arm above my head. He brought his face close to mine.
“I’m sorry that you had to see that,” he whispered a half inch from my face.
“Can we go home?”
Paler
Naelle
H is lips touched mine gently .
“Yes.”
His arm was around me as we got back into the elevator. The mirror showed someone who was substantially paler than I’d been the first time around.
His arm kept me close. I was glad that he was anchoring me in place. As the elevator descended, he pulled me into his arms, so that my face was against his hard chest.
“You want to talk about it?”
I shook my head.
He kissed the top of my head.
“We’ll talk about it later.”
“You said that he had a daughter?”
“Sofia,” Emilio said softly. “The best part of him.”
When we walked out of the hotel, the doorman hailed a cab, which we got into quickly. Emilio told him where to go, and we were quickly on our way.
“How did he know that we needed a cab?” I asked Emilio. It was as if the doorman had ESP.
“I didn’t come in my car.”
“We could’ve parked nearby.”
“People like me don’t drive themselves, here, cari.”
“Cari?”
“Cariñosa,” he said, stroking my arm gently. “I’m going to get you home and we’re both going to forget about what happened today.”
He kissed my cheek before moving to my mouth. I saw the driver looking at the two of us in the rearview mirror. I felt embarrassed, but Emilio didn’t seem to want to stop, and I didn’t know if I wanted to stop, either.
The car came to a stop after we kissed for what felt like forever.
The driver cleared his throat. Emilio dug into his pocket for cash.
I realized that I’d never seen him pay for anything with a card.
Strange.
My eyes were wide when I saw how much money he gave the taxi driver, but I didn’t say anything. It was five times what I’d expect to pay for a taxi here in Quito.
Then we were getting out of the cab and going to the gate of Emilio’s mansion.
Like the doorman at the hotel, Emilio’s gatekeeper let us in without a word. Emilio nodded at him, sitting there in the gatehouse, and the gatekeeper gave us one in turn. I wondered if it
What was I doing here, in a dirty, opulent hotel room with a cocaine addict?
I looked at the door.
“Don’t let us keep you, little girl.”
I looked at Emilio, and he must have seen the worry and discomfort in my eyes.
“Listen, Ale, you can’t keep living like this. You’re a father now.”
“Bitch only wanted a meal ticket. She was happy enough to ditch the baby.”
“Where is she?”
“No clue.”
Emilio banged his fist on the table.
“You don’t know where your daughter is?”
“No, I don’t know where my ex-girlfriend is. My daughter is at home.”
I looked around the hotel, but there wasn’t any evidence of a baby, which was good considering the fine film of cocaine everywhere.
“Not the Quito house.”
“The Cotacachi one.”
Something passed between the two brothers.
“She’s fine,” Alejandro mumbled. “Our nanny is taking care of her.”
“Chabe?”
“Yes.”
Emilio sighed.
“At least you can do that much.”
“Great,” Alejandro said with false cheer. “Now get the fuck out.”
“I’ll be back,” Emilio said. I didn’t know if it was a threat or promise. “And we’ll have a real talk.”
“Good luck with that,” Alejandro said, opening another baggie and doing another line.
I clenched my jaw. I really couldn’t be here. I knew that people did drugs, but I’d never been right next to someone doing them.
“Bye, Alejandro.”
He ignored me.
I walked out to the hallway and leaned against the wall. I had my arms wrapped around me.
I felt cold, very cold. Their air conditioning must be set to the coldest setting, because I was shivering.
Emilio came out only a few seconds after I did, closing the door with a quiet click.
He saw me leaning against the wall and braced his arm above my head. He brought his face close to mine.
“I’m sorry that you had to see that,” he whispered a half inch from my face.
“Can we go home?”
Paler
Naelle
H is lips touched mine gently .
“Yes.”
His arm was around me as we got back into the elevator. The mirror showed someone who was substantially paler than I’d been the first time around.
His arm kept me close. I was glad that he was anchoring me in place. As the elevator descended, he pulled me into his arms, so that my face was against his hard chest.
“You want to talk about it?”
I shook my head.
He kissed the top of my head.
“We’ll talk about it later.”
“You said that he had a daughter?”
“Sofia,” Emilio said softly. “The best part of him.”
When we walked out of the hotel, the doorman hailed a cab, which we got into quickly. Emilio told him where to go, and we were quickly on our way.
“How did he know that we needed a cab?” I asked Emilio. It was as if the doorman had ESP.
“I didn’t come in my car.”
“We could’ve parked nearby.”
“People like me don’t drive themselves, here, cari.”
“Cari?”
“Cariñosa,” he said, stroking my arm gently. “I’m going to get you home and we’re both going to forget about what happened today.”
He kissed my cheek before moving to my mouth. I saw the driver looking at the two of us in the rearview mirror. I felt embarrassed, but Emilio didn’t seem to want to stop, and I didn’t know if I wanted to stop, either.
The car came to a stop after we kissed for what felt like forever.
The driver cleared his throat. Emilio dug into his pocket for cash.
I realized that I’d never seen him pay for anything with a card.
Strange.
My eyes were wide when I saw how much money he gave the taxi driver, but I didn’t say anything. It was five times what I’d expect to pay for a taxi here in Quito.
Then we were getting out of the cab and going to the gate of Emilio’s mansion.
Like the doorman at the hotel, Emilio’s gatekeeper let us in without a word. Emilio nodded at him, sitting there in the gatehouse, and the gatekeeper gave us one in turn. I wondered if it
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