Chapter 6
“A heart is a wealth that cannot be sold or bought, but can be given away”
—Gustave Flaubert
In the afternoon I called Sol because I wanted to see her again and clarify whatever was happening between us.
I had realized that my relationship with Henry bothered her, but I couldn’t fully understand why she detested him so much.
Much to my regret, my friend didn’t answer my call, so I had no choice but to send her a message:
“Sol, we need to talk.
Just tell me when and where and I’ll be there.
I love you”
She didn’t even read it, though I could see she was online, so I decided to give her a few days and then go to her house to face this situation once and for all.
For the rest of the day, I lost myself in a tangle of obligations. At seven in the evening, I left the office because I had an appointment with my doctor to discuss birth control options.
While I was in the waiting room, I received a message from Henry:
“What are we doing tonight?
Dinner out or picnic in bed?”
I smiled when I read it.
Me:
“I’m in my doctor’s waiting room
for the birth control thing. Not sure what time
I’ll be done”
Henry:
“I’ll pick you up. Send me the address”
I liked his proposal. I really liked that he wanted to spend time with me, and I allowed myself to enjoy the feeling of being cared for.
Me:
“I came in my car and regarding dinner
I like the picnic idea”
Henry:
“I’m coming anyway. Wait for me
Address?”
I sent him the address by message and couldn’t see if he responded because a minute later they called me to enter Dr. Machin’s consultation room.
After a long talk in which she listed all the contraceptive methods and their advantages and disadvantages, I left having decided on the injection method.
I would need to get it once every 3 months, and it was a safe, practical, and effective method, if done on time.
That same day they gave me the first shot, and I scheduled a medical appointment in 12 weeks for the next one.
The doctor clarified that I should use another method during the first week after getting the injection.
When I left the consultation, I was surprised to see him sitting in the waiting room. As soon as the door opened, he stood up and came toward me.
“Hello, darling,” he greeted me with a sweet kiss on the lips.
“Hi. You surprised me, I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
“I told you I was coming. How did it go?”
“It went well. I decided on the injection and they already gave me the first one.”
“So can we stop using condoms now?” he asked with a smile.
“Not yet, we have to wait at least a week.”
“Well, that’s not long. Shall we go?” he asked, taking my hand.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“To my apartment,” he stated.
When we left the Medical Center, we headed to the parking lot. He walked me to my car; his was on the floor above.
“I’ll send you the address just in case, but try to follow me,” he requested, while sending me the address by message.
“Ok, I’ll wait for you to come down and then I’ll follow you.”
I got into my car, started it, and waited. A few minutes later, a high-end dark gray BMW stopped next to me. Henry lowered the window, signaled for me to follow him, and drove off. I indicated with my hand that I was ready and went after him.
His exclusive and modern apartment was located in the Carrasco neighborhood.
It had a minimalist architectural style and was surrounded by a natural environment that allowed for superb views of the greenery surrounding the building.
He gave me a tour and I found it to be a modern and extremely warm place.
It had three bedrooms, three bathrooms, an office space, a large kitchen, and a spectacular living room with a terrace.
“I really like your apartment, you have incredible views.”
“I feel very comfortable living here, but I spend less time than I’d like.”
“Because of work?” I asked.
He looked at me seriously and came closer to put his hands on my waist.
“You’re the first woman I’ve brought here, I’ve never come with anyone.”
My heart raced at that comment, which seemed to indicate that I was special to him.
I didn’t want to get my hopes up, I didn’t want to focus on those details that led me to believe that the story with him would have a happy ending.
False hopes could end up hurting more than disappointment, so I didn’t want to create expectations.
It was better to enjoy and live in the moment without focusing on the future.
"Why did you never invite them?" I asked, to get an idea of what that comment implied.
"Because I never had a girlfriend. You are one, so I suppose it's right that you know where I live."
"I suppose," I responded, not knowing what else to say.
He gave me a kiss on the lips and pulled me toward the kitchen.
"It's getting a bit late, what do you think about ordering something to eat?"
"That's fine with me."
"Do you like Chinese food? There's a place nearby where they prepare it very well and deliver quickly."
"Yes, that sounds good."
He took the phone and placed the order. While he was doing that, I looked around the place. When I saw a picture frame, I went closer to look at it. It was the only photo I had seen in his apartment, and it showed him with his sister and who I assumed were his parents.
"Those are my parents," he said, standing behind me and embracing me around the waist.
"You have your mother's eyes, they're a beautiful color."
"Yes; Niky has them too, but they don't compare to yours." He turned me around and looked at me seriously. "Those gorgeous eyes have the most incredible violet-blue color I've ever seen in my life. You have an exquisite beauty that drives me crazy."
He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me eagerly, with desire, and I returned the kiss with the same intensity.
Since I had seen him when leaving the doctor's office, I had needed to kiss him like this.
He also drove me crazy; I couldn't stop thinking about him and longed to see him again.
Henry Woollardy was taking over my heart at a dizzying pace, and that, rather than calming me, made me uneasy.
We both seemed to have run out of air when we separated.
He looked at me, took my hand, and led me to the living room sofa.
He sat down first and made me sit straddling him, facing him with one leg on each side of his body.
I was wearing a black pencil skirt with a white blouse.
He began to lift my skirt while caressing my legs wrapped in fine silk stockings with lace garters.
When he reached the lace area, he threw his head back and moaned.
"Damn! These stockings drive me crazy," he whispered.
He began unbuttoning my blouse and kissing my neck while I also unbuttoned his shirt.
"You smell so delicious," he said, and took possession of my mouth again.
I held him by his hair and returned the kiss, matching his passion. When he pulled away, he leaned back against the sofa and looked at me seriously.
"What are you doing to me?" he asked.
"Probably the same thing you're doing to me."
He took my face in his hands and kissed me again. Just as his hands descended to my underwear, the doorbell rang.
"For the love of God!" he exclaimed, releasing my lips and resting his head on the back of the sofa.
"You said they were quick delivering food and you weren't wrong," I said, smiling and standing up.
"Evidently I didn't think that through," he said, smiling, "but this is just beginning, beautiful."
He got up, buttoned his shirt, and headed for the door. I stayed behind, adjusting my clothes and watching him walk. His gait was elegant and confident, not seeming like someone who had completely lost control just moments before.
We sat at the kitchen counter and ate calmly while he asked me to tell him what the doctor had said and how the chosen contraceptive method worked.
"Dessert?" he asked, with a mischievous smile that indicated he wasn't thinking of that word in a literal sense.
"Dinner was delicious, but I'm already full, so I'll pass on dessert, thanks."
"I wouldn't dream of skipping dessert. In fact, I've been looking forward to that part," he assured me, leaving his chair and slowly approaching me.
"What's for dessert?" I asked, trying not to smile and avoiding showing that I understood his innuendo.
"Mine is right in front of me," he maintained.
When he reached my side, he turned my stool and positioned himself between my legs. Without taking his eyes off mine, he lowered to my lips and kissed me slowly and seductively.
"This is the most delicious delicacy I've ever tasted," he whispered against my lips.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to take the initiative and kiss him passionately, in a fiery contest. Without stopping kissing me, he lifted me up, made me wrap my legs around his waist, and carried me to his bedroom.
When we arrived, he set me down carefully on the floor and continued kissing me while beginning again the task of removing my clothes.
Without hesitation, I also unbuttoned each of the buttons on his shirt, and when it left his body, my hands caressed his bare back and his defined abs.
Henry was panting and breathing raggedly, and every so often, he would come close to my ear to whisper how much he desired me.
"I'm going to leave these stockings on that drive me crazy," he said, and made me move backward until I was lying on the bed.
Without taking his eyes off mine, he finished undressing. When he was completely naked, he crawled up my body until he was on top of me with his face looking at me seriously.
“I desire you so much that... I can't explain it with words, but I'm completely defenseless before you,” he said, and descended to my lips to take possession of them and completely subjugate me to him.