Chapter 15

I release myself from so many compliments and from everyone concerned eyes about my relationship with Kahin by the end of dinner. The brunette's gaze didn't leave me while we were at the table. I go to the bar and I hate not being able to consume alcohol right now, so I drown my feelings with water.

"My God!" I hear the voice of misfortune, “how beautiful you are,” when I turn I see Kahin's wife, I hate that she is so sweet without knowing who I really am, “when I have my baby, I want to look as beautiful as you please. It doesn't seem like you've had a child. ”

Forcing a smile, I shrug, “if you had seen me hours after giving birth, you would have been sad to say that."

She laughs as if we were two great friends, "I’m telling you, when she doesn’t let me sleep and I'm exhausted, my face looks like a zombie. Now imagine when I'm screaming and not with pleasure." Her damn words make me uncomfortable and make me feel jealous that I shouldn't feel.

"I confirm," I turn to take a sip of my water.

"The only bad thing about all this, is that I can't have fun the way I like," I look at her again and raise an eyebrow, “you know, drinking alcohol, jumping, running, being where the fun is.”

That makes me laugh, “the day my son was born, I was in a club full of people, my pregnancy was not easy, but it didn't prevent me at all. I obviously didn't drink alcohol.”

She looks at me in amazement, "what a strong woman you are made of," I wink at her, dismissing it. "Let's dance, being pregnant isn't going to get rid of me," Loan tugs at her with pampering, “bitch, let me go," she turns away laughing, "Carla please tell your boyfriend to leave me alone," my friend raises her eyebrows and takes away all guilt. Loan manages to take her away.

"Are you okay?" Asks my friend, standing next to me.

"I haven't seen Kahin for a while, so," I sigh, “you can say yes, but that his wife speaking to me so freely makes me feel bad. Do you know how she will feel if she finds out the truth?"

My friend rests one of her elbows on the bar and looks me straight in the eyes, “Marilí, I tell you...”

"Good evening ladies," interrupts a man, “would you do me the honor of dancing this piece with me?" Holding back the laugh, I purse my lips.

"Of course I do," I say as if I was a Queen. My friend turns away her face so as not to show that she is laughing.

“What a relief that you have not refused,” he breathes out, “you are really pretty.” We got to the floor, being a waltz, we must be close, “I can't believe you came alone with your friend,” I look into his eyes, I know what this one wants.

"Easy, I don't need to have a man by my side to have fun," I smile at him.

"But it would be nice, every woman deserves a man by her side."

My smile grows bigger, “it may be if we deserve one, but I insist, I personally don't need a male figure to have fun, be happy or feel fulfilled...”

"You let me," a voice interrupts me, hearing that voice makes me turn cold.

"But we just started," the man refuses.

“I don’t care. May I?” he asks hoarsely and almost threateningly.

"You heard him, we just started," I emphasize. Kahin looks at me without moving an inch.

"You can go through your dismissal letter tomorrow, González," the man separates from me as if I stinks, the corners of Kahin's lips curl a little. I turn around to go, but I didn't take more than one step without him stopping me, of course he wasn't going to let me go that easy, “stop playing hard, Sweetie,” he whispers in my ear. His hand on my lower back makes an agile movement and my body is completely glued to his. His BOSS perfume penetrates my nostrils and brings back thousands of memories. His body against mine makes me shiver.

“Don't call me like that,” I try to sound calm, “you should separate a little more, your wife can get angry and I don't want trouble for misunderstandings,” his nose sliding down my neck makes my legs weaken and I press my sex.

“She shouldn't matter to you,” when Luismi's ‘accomplices’ starts to play, I tense up. This can't be happening to me, not now, not here, “now it's just you and me,” his tone of voice almost lost me as before, but I have to stop this.

"We're here to dance, not to talk," I try to stop him, but as he is, he doesn't allow it, “if you want to talk, you can go with your wife and that's it, you have nothing to talk about with me. You know what you did, so don't screw me,” I warn him.

“Leave that temper,” he looks into my eyes as if nothing had happened between us, “tell me about that baby you have.”

All my nerve endings stop working, “don't bring my son into this," I almost yell, "let me go, I don't want to dance anymore."

He squeezes me tighter when I try to pull away with more determination, “your son?" he almost growled in my ear, "I can tell what your son's age is." He emphasizes the ‘your son’.

I’m almost losing control of the situation and fighting for him to let me go, “you don't have to know, that's none of your business," I look at him with a frown and showing him that I'm not comfortable with him.

“Stupid or ignorant?” He asks leaving me confused and bewildered, “which of the two do you take me for?” I feel the air coming out of my lungs and they don't come back anymore , “I'm not an idiot Dulce,” he keeps moving on the track and I become lost, I don't know how to do it, I don't know how to get him out of those doubts without being exposed.

"I don't know what you're talking about, let me go, I don't want to dance anymore."

He smiles as he look at me, “enjoy the dance," he says nothing more, his hand goes down to my ass and presses me more, causing more intimacy between us, his strong body as always gives off that heat that makes me feel good, that heat that now belongs to another.

My mind immediately begins to wonder, will Kahin know that my son is his? Does he know what I'm hiding from him? These are questions that leave my body without a soul. His caresses on my ass take me out of my contradictory state. "Stop groping," I look at him, “you have a woman, Kahin, I'm not going to allow this, I like to respect what isn't mine."

He smiles at me in that way that shows me his dimples, “you are mine Sweet, don't forget,” he approaches my ear again, “there is a current contract. I can decide when I want and you will be mine.”

This time, pushing him hard, I look at him disgusted, “if you love your wife, you wouldn't do this to me," I say, agitated by the direction the situation is taking.

"And I love her," he shrugs, "but you're mine and you can't change that."

Furiously, I move further away from him, “you let me go," I scream almost indignant at what he said and I run.

Kahin Hamann, alias Mr. 'I can do anything' is doing it again, how does he claim me to be his, when he has a wife and is expecting a child? The insecurity that he knows that my son is his passes in the background, I can't go on with that contract, I can't be the lover, I can't be his.