Chapter 8

Samantha

I can't believe I managed to sleep after the call. I can't believe Damion, that greek god, called and it was really nice to hear his voice, just remembering his words makes me happy, ah! That delicious Greek judge, damn it!!!!!

I remember the whole conversation:

“Good night, Lord Damion Filip,” I say, not even believing this call, should I pinch myself? I don't think so.

— I see you haven't forgotten me… — And can you forget that voice?

“No, Mister Filip, I haven't forgotten.

- Let's get you out, Samantha, I hope I'm not disturbing you - he says in that sexy voice.

“Okay Damion, you're not bothering me, I live alone, don't worry, I called you to talk about the car. There's a way for us to schedule a meeting to talk about the repair. — I should say that he is, yes, getting in the way of what little sense I have, I don't know why, when I start to get anxious, I keep saying things I shouldn't, for example, that I live alone.

“Of course I do, sorry about the time. he begins. — It's okay, it's just that my secretary Isa only told me when she was leaving and when I called, the phone only rang and it was already after 5:30 pm. — Listening to her voice, I wonder so much.

— Oh, yes, I didn't hear, I was teaching, when I called you, your secretary told me that you were or were going to an audience. — I didn't even know what to say to him anymore, I was getting so anxious.

- I was leaving when I saw you on the phone, but I didn't realize it was you, Samantha.

— No problem, I told her I was going to teach some classes — I answer, I'll say I care, na, na, ni, na, no.

— I'm sorry, Samantha, do you teach children? Because, coincidentally, I got your phone from the mother of one of my daughter's friends.... — Oops, did he really say what I heard? Oh, please, motherfucker Cupid, I was falling in love with a married man... oh no, huh? And another, he is commenting that he has a daughter. I find myself so lost thinking about it when I hear his worried voice: — Hello, Samantha, how are you? — I should answer, but I should already know that he is married and a father, I envy that woman. He talks about the school, that he wants to make his daughter dance, I wonder if I'll have to watch him or his wife, then, Dad, it's too much, huh!

— Yes, I'm sorry, I'm surprised by the coincidences, now answering your question, there is one at my school, but I'm not the one who teaches.

— You don't teach what? I can see he was surprised and a little curious.

— I only teach ballroom dancing, tango, etc...

— Oh, okay, because my daughter wants to do it. “Damn, again, I adore children and, being his, they must be beautiful. Oh, this cruel world.

“Bring her here, along with your wife. — I am annoyed, but soon he clears the doubt.

- I'm separated, Samantha, and she has no contact with her mother, it's the two of us and my housekeeper, who works with me since I separated.

“Oh, I'm sorry, Damion, I didn't know.

"That's it, how would you know, right?" I ended up laughing at your answer.

- Well, let's go. You can meet me at my school tomorrow.

- Samantha, it's fine by me, hope I don't have an audience.

"I'm sorry... are you a lawyer?"

“I'm a judge. "Bloody hell, that Greek god is still a judge!"

“Bloody hell, then, I have to call you Your Honor. - Samantha, control yourself!

“If you want, you can do anything. — Oops, what was that, do I understand correctly? The Greek judge just shaved me, I say a thank you, my lady of the Greek judges! - I'm sorry, Samantha, only in court they call me that.

“Okay, so I'll call you Damion. Don't you want to write down the school address?

- Only a moment.

— Did you write it down? I ask.

— Yes, I wrote it down. This number that appears on the display of your cell phone is the private phone, only I answer it.

“Okay, so I'll save now. — I put Judge Greek Cat.

“I saved yours too,” he says.

I look at the viewer and see that it is very late, it was already past midnight, the problem is that, for me, I would stay until God gives, but I couldn't, I had to get up early to teach. Oh, unjust world, I resolve, with pain in my heart, to call the night to an end.

“Damion, if I could, I'd talk to you until late, except that I have early class tomorrow.

- Me too, Samantha. Good night and sleep with God, see you tomorrow. “I feel like he wanted to talk more, too.

— And you too, I say the same, a kiss. — How bold I am!

“Another one,” he replies.

We hang up the call and I think how nice it would be if he was with me. You're dreaming a lot, Miss Samantha. When he returned the kiss, oh, oh... I wanted to feel it right away. Am I in love with this man? Isn't it fast?

I don't want to suffer any more disappointment, enough, I felt really bad when my ex rejected me at the time of let's see. Yeah, my friends... my boyfriend, who used to say in love with me, humiliated me, saying he would never go to bed like a woman like me. He sent me a text message, telling me where we were going to meet. Arriving at the address, the door was open, I enter and I start to hear moans. Upon entering, I see my ex's dog with some whore. Then I start clapping, and they stop almost immediately.

— Carry on! Pretend I'm not here.

I see the betrayer leaving her and at that time I thank God that I hadn't had sex with him, I saw that they weren't using condoms and I wonder, to reach this level, they should have been together for a long time.

— Look, honey, it's not what you're imagining — the dog has the nerve to say that.

- Oh no! What do I see then? My boyfriend's dog having sex with a fifth-rate slut.

The slut looks at me and says:

“Slut, I can be in bed with him, since you're making fun of him.

I want to go there and slap her, but then I think: why get my hands dirty with her?

“You promised you'd wait when you were ready to turn me in, and now you're rubbing your dick in that slut?

He looks at me like I'm wrong and says:

— If you think I was going to wait to have sex with you, you must be crazy, I thank God I was just playing my boyfriend role, I bet with some friends that I wanted to take you to bed.

I can't help but slap him in the face.

"You think I'm a business for you and that bunch of bums to think I'm a bet for the stud?"

“I think so,” he answers me in the most cock-faced manner.

"Well, then, you don't know me at all."

— Well, well, I'm a good catch, I would take your virginity, think about it. - He says with an air of mockery.

I stop myself from slapping him again.

— Well, you can be sad and tell your bums friends that you just lost the bet and that I'm not going to sleep with idiots like you.

When I'm about to leave the room, I hear a clap:

“It would be hard for me to really be with you, you fat one. You must be really frigid in bed, I was even sorry for kissing you...

His words hurt me so much that I went to him and punched him this time; I ended up hurting my hand, but I turned to the bitch and said:

— Thank you for the message you sent me — I see surprise on her face and complete — it's all yours, if I were you, I'd take your lover to the hospital, because I just broke his nose and I recommend you at least get changed , before leaving. — I turn my back and leave with my head light, my heart hurt not by the betrayal, I won't say that I loved him, I liked him as a friend, but, yes, for the offending words he said to me.

I notice that my hand starts to swell, so I head towards the nearest emergency room; when I leave there, I also end a cycle in my life.

I shake my head and forget about the past, lie on my bed and think about Damion. Tomorrow we'll meet, maybe something will happen, because satisfying myself alone doesn't work out very well. So I turn out the lights, I'm so tired I fall asleep instantly, dreaming of the next day.