Chapter 7

• " You always ruin everything, grow up! " I heard Max say to her, furious. "You wanted me to bring a sugar baby, you insisted like beasts. And now you refuse to accept her? You are exasperating, mom."
• I went down the stairs, taking another glass of champagne from a passing waiter and moistening my mouth. People continued to be oblivious to the matter, enjoying the classical music playing, fake conversations, and modest smiles. I reached the bottom of the stairs and left the empty glass on one of the silver trays within my reach.
• I went to the food table because I was already hungry, not caring at all that people stared at me, realizing that I was not part of their stupid community.
• " You even have the audacity to show up here and eat my food."
• I turned around, facing my worst nightmare.
• "We meet again, dear Walter " I muttered, taking another drink to wash down the sandwich stuck in my throat.
• He approached me and brought his disgusting lips close to my ear, making me feel his sour, disgusting perfume. I wanted to step back but the table behind me stopped me.
• "You piece of trash, that's what you are. You'll never amount to anything, a lowlife gold digger, I'm going to make you suck my ****..."
• Without thinking twice, I threw the champagne at his chest, soaking his stupid tuxedo with its contents.
• "I hope you die, you son of a bitch!" I cried, my mouth trembling.
• The music stopped and exclamations and gasps of astonishment filled the room. Walter stood frozen, looking at his soaked chest, and anger overtook him so much that when I saw him about to raise his hand to slap me, Max intervened instantly, intercepting his arm with his huge hand.
• Max was three times bigger than him.
• "Don't even think about it, dad," Max muttered, his teeth clenched and veins bulging in his neck.
• Walter broke free from his son's grip and looked at him, furious, without saying a word.
• "Let's go, Ada," Max pronounced, grabbing a tray of sandwiches on the go and a sealed bottle of white wine on the table.
• Was it necessary to take the food, Max? Oh my God.
• I looked at Walter one last time, chin up and eyebrow raised, savoring that moment which, for me, was pure triumph.
• The same dark car took us back to my apartment. Max preferred to opt for absolute silence, lost in his thoughts, and that strange attitude seemed strange to me but was justifiable. After witnessing a pleasant fight with his mother and father due to my presence, it was more than clear that he no longer wanted to speak to me. I watched as he received a message every minute from someone I couldn't see. He surely preferred to talk to his acquaintances rather than me.
• The idea of suicide continued to be a good idea; it always bothered everyone and ruined everything.
• The car parked in front of my building and the interior lights came on. The darkness of the car was no longer there, allowing me to finally see Max.
• "Tomorrow I will send you the money for tonight's work in cash in an envelope along with the psychologist's address. It's not very far," he finally said, breaking the tense silence.
• His cold tone hurt me. It was clear that he didn't want to see me again. I wanted to remind him that he was supposed to accompany me, but that would sound so stupid on my part that I preferred to keep quiet.
• "Thank you," I said in the same tone, "good night."
• I opened the door, took my purse and got out of the car. I would have liked him to say goodbye at the last moment, but seeing that he had no intention of doing so, I closed the door.
• The car started moving and I watched it drive away, with a lump in my chest. What surprised me the most was that he wasn't heading straight to the luxurious building across the street where he lived.
• Where was he going at that time of night? I quickly told myself that it was none of my business.
• "Do you ever get tired of ruining everything?" I asked myself, feeling low.
• I climbed the stairs with great reluctance, my shoes hurting with every step I took. God, what a disgusting night. I didn't deserve to go through all of that.
• Tears fell as I entered the building, it seemed to be already eleven at night. Only the lights in the hallways were on and the administrative staff had already left.
• I reached my floor, practically dragging my shoes, and when I reached the hallway, my neighbor Hardi was just opening his door, poking his head out.
• "Difficult night?" he asked me with an infectious spirit as soon as he saw me.
• "Do you want to fuck?" I replied with another question, reaching my door with great fatigue and sorrow.
• Hardi was so handsome. His skin was tan covered in tattoos, green eyes, and thick lips. I couldn't remember if he was twenty-eight or twenty-five years old.
• He looked surprised but with a mischievous smile.
• "It's been a while since you asked me, Ada," he said, opening his door to step out into the hallway.
• "I haven't been well lately, but that's over today," I excused myself.
• "I see you had a bad night. Your eye makeup is smudged, you look like a little raccoon."
• What the hell did men have in their heads to compare me to small animals?
• "This little raccoon asks you to fuck her."
• He chuckled, ready to offer me a night that would calm me down and make me forget everything.
• I opened the door without bothering to lock it since it was broken and turned on the light.
• "Thank you for watching the apartment while I was away," I thanked him, "unzip the back of my dress, please. It's too tight and unbearable."
• Hardi closed the door, placing one of the heavy chairs he had against it and proceeded to unzip the dress, making me feel his body heat behind my back.
• "You're a beauty, damn it," he said, as he unzipped the dress and filled my delicate neck with kisses, "I don't know where you've been, but I'm sure you made more than one heart skip a beat with that ass you have."
• I wish it had been a magnificent night as he imagined. The red dress fell to the floor, leaving me only in my black lace panties and stockings and shoes.
• When I was about to take off my panties, Hardi stopped me abruptly.
• " No, stay like that. I want to fuck you like this " he whispered, biting my earlobe and pressing his huge erection against my backside.
• " Shit, how I've missed you " I managed to say, barely, as I was out of breath.
• It had been a long time since I had any carnal contact...
• " And I missed you, Ada."
• Hardi and I used to fuck a lot, but things had gotten cloudy when I started getting lost in my negative thoughts, isolating myself from people.
• When I realized it, I had gotten up from the floor and he gently threw me onto the bed, which soon creaked under my weight. It was a cheap bed that made a different and uncomfortable noise with every movement.
• Naked under Hardi's body, he didn't waste time before delicately penetrating me after putting on the last condom left on my nightstand. His face filled with pleasure was all I needed to see, and I closed my eyes after suppressing a moan. I don't know why I wanted to see Max's face and not Hardi's.
• What the hell was happening to me?
• Each thrust was rough, uncomfortable, and every now and then I told him to be a bit more considerate because I wasn't a damn blow-up doll. "Damn it, Hardi."
• Squeezing one of my thighs with his hands and the other one of my breasts, he was ready to finish. His breathing started to increase, to contract, to start cursing. I knew that when Hardi did that...
• " Shit, Ada " he muttered, sweaty, and let his body fall to the side of mine, breathless and not bothering to remove the condom.
• Did he finish so quickly?
• " I didn't finish " I reminded him, bluntly.
• He looked at me, shrugging.
• " Do I have to apologize for that? Fucking is like a race, Ada; the one who finishes first wins. You should have made an effort to finish."
• Just what I needed...
• " What the hell are you saying, Hardi? Are you kidding me? You didn't even stimulate my clitoris!"
• He looked at me as if I were crazy, not understanding why I was reacting like this.
• " But I penetrated you there!"
• If I had coffee in my mouth, I would have spit it out.
• " Take some sex education classes and then we can sleep together! Oh my god! " I exclaimed, unable to believe what he had said.
• " Ada, what's wrong with you? We always had a good time together and now you're being demanding!"
• I walked to my small dresser to grab one of my long t"shirts that I quickly put on to cover my nudity."
• " Do you seriously not know where the hell the clitoris is, Hardi?"
• He scoffed with a hint of irony, rolling his eyes and looking at me as if I were denying that two plus two equals four. Then, his male pride suddenly disappeared and he shook his head, not even looking at me.
• I let out a breath, realizing too late that I was being too demanding with him.