Page 78 of Stronger Than Fate
“And I become confused,” he said, his gaze reflecting vulnerability.“I have the right to be confused by a creature like you,” he defended himself.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes before saying what I was thinking.
“It’s hard for me to believe when I know clearly that in these last few days you’ve been with many women. I’m not criticizing or judging you—you were free to do whatever you wanted—but if you were confused as you say, you wouldn’t have been going from bed to bed.”
“Maybe it was precisely because of that,” he affirmed.
I got up from the armchair, and he did the same.
“You’re right, we should discuss these matters somewhere more private,” I said, beginning to walk toward the elevators.
“Are we going to your suite?”
“Yes.”
While we waited for the elevator, he couldn’t take his eyes off me.
“You looked very beautiful today in that white dress.”
“Thank you,” I replied, remembering what I had heard him tell Niky about my appearance.
“Why didn’t you tell me it wasn’t yours?”
“Because you didn’t let me speak.”
The elevator doors opened and we went up. In that confined space the journey was intense because I could feel his eyes fixed on me. He had his back against one of the side walls and was looking at me without trying to hide it.
“Can you stop staring at me?” I whispered, looking at him for a moment, because we were accompanied by three people and he didn’t seem to care.
“No,” was his only response.
I exhaled in defeat, I wasn’t going to change his mind, that man was stubborn and obstinate like few others. We were the last ones to get off because the suite was on the top floor. As soon as we entered, I asked him to wait in the living room while I went to the bathroom. I wanted to freshen up and calm down a bit. I looked at myself in the mirror.
“It’s just a conversation...” I told myself.
My pep talk helped very little, so I looked at myself one last time in the mirror and went out. He was sitting on the living room sofa and seemed thoughtful, but he looked stunning. God help me!
“Would you like something to drink?” I asked, before sitting down and to break the ice.
“Whatever you have to offer and as long as you join me.”
“A beer? A glass of wine? Water?”
“A glass of wine would be fine,” he replied.
I went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of wine, noticing that my hands were shaking. I was nervous and I knew why. I was determined to be honest. If after everything we’d been through together, we were both willing to talk about us again, there was no point in keeping my feelings for him a secret. My love for Henry was my greatest treasure and I guarded it carefully, but that day I was determined to open my heart and soul. If that meant he would run away, then I would accept it bravely. I was sure that his interest in me was purely sexual, even though I had heard him tell Niky that I was special. I suspected it was because of my age and because he had been my first. If he felt something for me, he couldn’t have been cuddling, hugging, kissing, and having sex, as he surely had been daily, with other women. I had seen it in person and his sister had confessed it to me. For me it would be impossible. Although I was about to kiss Nacho, I knew I wouldn’t have gone further than that because I couldn’t have been with someone else, it would only have made me think more about him. In fact, I might not even have been able to kiss him.
“Thank you,” he said when I handed him the glass.
I sat on the same sofa he was on, but at the opposite end.
“I’m listening, Henry. You’re the one who came here because you insist we need to talk.”
“I want us to get back together,” he stated, looking at me seriously, though he seemed a bit nervous.
“Get back to what?” I asked, determined to make things more than clear.
For a few seconds he remained silent, then took a sip of wine and placed the glass on the coffee table.
