Deception

Virginia

Facing the evident horror on Mariana's face, I agreed with her wish, and we decided that the best thing to be done was to leave the club.

We had already had a good time and as I feared that the Murilo who was with the famous actress was the same one with whom I had spent a wonderful night, I thought it best that we should leave.

" I'll just tell Luan that we're leaving," Mariana said. "He's on the other side of the hall. Will you come with me?”

"I need to go to the bathroom. Do you mind going alone?" I asked fearfully, but I needed to go.

" No, no problem" Mariana agreed and seemed calmer. "Meet me at the bar?”

I confirmed, understanding that she didn't want to continue there, in the VIP area, for whatever reason.

We separated, Mariana and I, and each went in a different direction. I followed the signs to the restrooms and soon found myself in a long corridor, which followed the same pattern as the nightclub in lighting, with its diffused lights and where you could barely see people's faces unless you looked carefully.

So I walked without at least looking at the people who passed by me, coming from all directions, and when I was about to enter the bathroom, again that strange feeling took over me, and only then I looked around, in search of what could have triggered that strangely disturbing reaction, noticing several couples leaning back in the corridor, some just talking, others more eager, kissing and hugging.

Even though it seemed strange to the people who saw me, I kept looking analytically at the people there, until I found the one responsible for leaving me in that crazy and confused state of nerves and, to my chagrin, he was still holding the famous actress, their bodies glued to each other and the atmosphere was hot.

I realized that just being in the same environment as the man I suspected to be Murilo was enough to leave me in that confused state and, looking closely at the couple leaning against the wall, exchanging hot kisses and perhaps something else, I realized that this was the same Murilo who had taken my virginity at the Season Hot club.

He had his back to the passers and the distance between the door of the ladies' room and the place where he was with the famous actress could be deceiving, but seeing his movements toward the woman's body, the way he had one hand on her waist while the other held her head, gave me another indication that it was Murilo.

I remembered perfectly how intense and maddening his grip was. Although it had been almost two months and I had only seen him once, that was enough to mark that man in my memory and I felt shivers of excitement just imagining myself in that woman's place.

" Excuse me! " A girl, apparently about my age, spoke up, bumping into me "Stand in the middle of the road!”

I looked at her in astonishment, as I received first an apology and then a curse. But she was right, and I was indeed standing practically in the middle of the entrance door to the women's restroom, hindering the flow of people entering the place, and I decided to get in at once.

Before however, I looked once more at the scene where the couple was having sex, not bothered by anything else but the desire between them, but I figured that having an audience shouldn't be a problem for Lavinia Moura, I thought cynically, as I remembered some of the roles she had played and that in some, her character did things like that.

I sat down in one of the booths, and only when I felt a tear fall into my lap did I realize that I was crying, without even realizing that I was doing it.

But the truth is that it hurt to see Murilo like that with a woman other than me. It hurt to have to avoid meeting the man with whom I had lived wonderful moments since what we had was not a normal encounter, something ordinary, as happened daily.

But I felt anger and jealousy at seeing him like that. Of course, this was crazy, and I shouldn't think that way, when I didn't want him to see me and, much worse, to recognize me.

Not to mention that I know nothing about him, other than the fact that he is rich enough to pay a million reais for a virgin.

This in itself was a strong enough reason for me not to have any expectations about Murilo, because we were people from different worlds and I couldn't even imagine myself in the same environments that he used to frequent.

I remembered that Mariana should be waiting for me at the bar, while I was suffering for something that I had already decided had no chance of happening.

I hurried out of the toilet, like a hurricane, without having done what I went there for. As I left, I avoided looking in the direction I knew the couple was going, but at the last moment, I couldn't help myself and turned around to look at them.

To my utter dismay, he, who was still hugging Lavinia Moura, but no longer "moving", was looking coincidentally in the same direction I was now standing, in shock, because I had just proven that this man was, in fact, the same Murilo with whom I lost my virginity a few weeks ago!

"Summer!”

I read his lips more than I heard my name, and, not knowing what to do, I just turned towards the exit of the corridor and walked with great strides, running away from that confrontation.

I walked wondering, how, in a huge city the way São Paulo was, I could find the man with whom I had my first night of sex, in such an unusual way.

" Let's get out of here, friend," I said to Mariana, finding her sitting on one of the bar stools, "I'll call a cab.”

I grabbed my cell phone from my purse just to check the time, when I noticed someone stopping exactly beside me, already holding my wrist with a terrifying intimacy, but it wasn't fear, because my body recognized that touch.

It was horror, for it seemed that the moment had arrived when I would have to face the man with whom I had spent a wonderful evening, but whom I never wanted to have to face to face, even more so after what I saw in the corridor.

" Summer! " Murilo called out, "I need to talk to you.”

I noticed that he looked a little out of breath as if he had come running over there.

" You're out of your mind. I'm not Summer" I said, trying a last resort, pretending I didn't know him "Let go of my arm.”

"Please don't pretend you don't know who I am," he asked, looking sad.