
The following days passed in total tranquility, my husband was still traveling with his little lover, he had not spoken to Carlos, he did not have a specific job for him, and after the last meeting I feel a bit ashamed for what happened that afternoon" night, for me it was wonderful, but I supposed that he was used to this type of events, because despite not being a gigolo, all my friends hired him to be their companion, to the spa, to the hairdresser, shopping, to  do some bank paperwork, among many other things that rich people do every day, and how not to appreciate their company, if it was wonderful.
A call takes me out of my thoughts... Lucia?
"Hello Amanda, aww! sorry for calling you, but I don't have family in the city, and your stupid husband is with his lover, my water broke, Samantha must stay with him baby, could you help me at the hospital please? at least while my son is bo


Carlos arrives at the hospital a few minutes after I call him, he is dressed totally different from what he normally does, he is in a tight sports shirt, dark sports pants and sneakers, his hair is messy and his cheeks are rosy.
"Hello Mrs. Amanda, how is Lucia?"
"Hello... hello, Carlos, thank you very much for being here, I feel bad about the situation, and well, I need a drink, do you want to come with me?"
"Of course, Miss Amanda, I'm free for today, let's go" Carlos extends his arm to me so that I can take it by hook.
We leave the hospital as if we were a couple of friends who have known each other for a long time, I can tell that his arm is quite muscular, I make a face with my mouth, I feel nervous, but I love it, I love to feel it.
I hired a chosen driver to take my car and we went out to a bar that is outside the city, we ordered a couple of drinks and we started to chat, I took


We arrived at the most beautiful restaurant in the city, as it was clear that Carlos was the driver of the upper class, if he knew the best places, and he acted with total etiquette and glamor, who could be mistaken for someone from a high class without any problem Although I had no problem with his background at all, I liked him as a person, and that was what really mattered.
We did not sit at one of the hidden tables in the place, because we did not have a reservation, we could not adjust the best positions, good for the elitist class, they are discriminatory even with those who are the same as them, we could have left the place, but Carlos is too decent and convinced me to stay there and go unnoticed.
"What is the invitation, Miss. Amanda?" asks Carlos surprised.
"I'm happy Carlos, and thanks to your help I have achieved many things these days, so he deserves it. For me you can ask what you want, good rewards will come for you".
"Ma'am, I'm just doing my job and thanks for the invitation, but my mother taught me that ladies don't pay bills, unfortunately I don't have to pay everything, but if I do my part and I won't accept what she tells me, don't think I can't pay some dish from here" Carlos winks and I didn't waste my time refuting him, I was learning to know him.
"Well, let's proceed to order!"  I call the waiter, a young guy, who could tell he was starting to work, he treated us wonderfully and quickly, despite being at the most forgotten tables in the restaurant, he always had a priority towards us.
We ate the best dish of the night, I was impressed that Carlos had ordered it, it cost two days of his salary, but he tasted it with such satisfaction, he valued even an expensive plate of food, and he valued me as his company.
"Well, now we'll have a bottle of champagne, you can't tell me no."
"Miss. Amanda I'm driving; I must take the car to the company".
"You forget that your boss is my friend, I can access your services the way I want, because you're not just a driver, or that's what my friends told me".
Carlos immediately blushes.
"I don't know what your friends have told you, but I'm not a gigolo, I accompany you to your paperwork, to the hairdresser, to eat, to the park, but I don't provide services, the way you want" Take a drink of water.
"Please, Carlos! I don't want him to be my gigolo, for heaven's sake! I misunderstand" Waiter, please bring your best champagne" I served two well" filled glasses and offered one to Carlos. Although he refused until the last moment, when he saw a message on his phone sent by my friend, her boss, he proceeded to toast me, the car had already been picked up, so I would have Carlos all afternoon to myself.
He told me that he lived alone with his mother and a brother who was paying for the university, he was married for two years, but his wife went abroad leaving his heart broken, but that issue was already overcome, he had no children, and he works for being the support of his home, his university was suspended... and well, I could only see how he modulated each word with his slightly thick and outlined lips.
Fortunately, the restaurant turned into a bar until midnight, and until now it was seven at night, after a couple of drinks that had me on point, I felt free to ask Carlos to dance, it seemed a good Samaritan, he said no to nothing ;;could it be that he would help me hide my husband's body?!;;, the stupidest thought had come to my head, how could I remember Christopher when the am i having such a good time
"Are you okay Miss. Amanda?"  Carlos asks me while we dance a ballad in English.
"Yes, perfect", just that the music is somewhat moving, besides, it had been years since I went out dancing, I almost forgot, I don't know how I'm doing.
"It's fine for me, more than fine" He takes me by the waist and pulls me closer to him. I feel his marked body, if not more than his clothes you could appreciate how well cared for, he was, and his smell, it was not a typical perfume from Paris, but a soft woody tone, that impregnated my nose, I let myself be carried away by it while the song was playing.
Carlos sang consent in my ear while we both danced heartily, her voice was romantic and sweet, it echoed in my ears...
"I went to the doctor.
guess what he told me?
He said girl you should try to have fun no matter what you do.
but he is a fool.
Because nothing compares to you
When I heard his voice, my skin crawled, I don't know if it was the champagne glasses, or if I really heard it exciting in my ears, I wasn't talking about sexual arousal, I meant that it was a kind of relaxation, I was so immersed in nothing, who had forgotten that it felt simple, to dance love songs with a man who seemed more like an angel
Well, I'm drunk! Time to go to sleep.
"Carlos, it's a little late, it's almost 9 o'clock, could you ask us for a taxi, where do you live?"
"On the other side of where you live, Miss. Amanda, I will take care of taking you home with one of the company's services and return to mine".
"Yes, yes, it's fine, thank you very much".
"Did I bother you in the year, Miss. Amanda?" Carlos says with a pained voice
"Of course not! only that the drinks are already going to my head and I'm seeing it pretty" I react when I say that and I cover my mouth with both hands, I look at him and he's red as a tomato. After these we both burst out laughing, he thought it was a joke, I preferred him to think that.
We left that almost magical place, I say almost, because the only thing missing was the perfect location of our table, we gave a very good tip to the waiter who served us, who perhaps when he saw the ticket caused him to kiss each one of us, Carlos and I We can only laugh with complicity, we ask for the service and he leaves me at home.
"Goodbye Mrs. Amanda, see you next week".
"Goodbye Carlos, take care of yourself".
;;What the hell was that?;;

The following days passed in total tranquility, my husband was still traveling with his little lover, he had not spoken to Carlos, he did not have a specific job for him, and after the last meeting I feel a bit ashamed for what happened that afternoon" night, for me it was wonderful, but I supposed that he was used to this type of events, because despite not being a gigolo, all my friends hired him to be their companion, to the spa, to the hairdresser, shopping, to  do some bank paperwork, among many other things that rich people do every day, and how not to appreciate their company, if it was wonderful.
A call takes me out of my thoughts... Lucia?
"Hello Amanda, aww! sorry for calling you, but I don't have family in the city, and your stupid husband is with his lover, my water broke, Samantha must stay with him baby, could you help me at the hospital please? at least while my son is born."
Lucia's voice surprised me, a chill ran through my body, and I didn't expect her to call me t

Chapter 11 Poor Lucia