Chapter 4

Chapter 4. The Game Is Over

By Alejo

We went in and the place was full of people, so it took me a few minutes to get to the private booths at the back, those where there was some privacy.

My friends were coming behind me, my steps were automatic, I think I was dragging my feet, or maybe I was taking my time on purpose so as not to discover the inevitable.

I stopped a few meters before arriving and took out of my shirt pocket the little box that contained the ring that I bought with so much excitement and love.

I show it to my friends, none of them dare to speak.

With the case in my hand, I keep walking, my legs are trembling, my hands are sweating, and my throat is dry.

Damn modern nightclubs, where everyone hooks up anywhere, without caring if someone is watching.

I know I used to do the same thing, well, at first... we didn't do it there anymore, after those first few times, we always went to a hotel.

When I arrived at what I thought was our spot, I saw her; she was sitting with her back to me, on top of that guy, who was quite a bit older than us; we're all in our 22s.

That man was probably over 30 years old and was so engrossed in burying his head in my chest that he thought it was just me, that he didn't even notice I was watching them. My friends were standing on either side of me, and I think they would have stopped me if I decided to punch him.

I was actually enveloped in a nebula, with buckets of frozen water falling on my head and knives stabbing into my heart.

I grabbed Marina's hair and pulled it back; her body, with the momentum, also went backward, and her magnificent breasts were fully exposed.

-What's the matter?

The guy yells at me.

Marina was pale, she didn't know what to do.

—I see you weren't expecting me.

I say with a hint of sarcasm.

—What does this mean?

The guy is complaining.

Was she playing both sides?

He stops and, of course, the guy's member is left hanging in the air.

Just in case I had any doubt that I was getting laid.

He straightened his clothes and the guy put away his member; his fun was over, at least for the moment.

—I…I’m sorry…I was wrong…it’s just that…

-What's the matter?

The idiot who was with her asks her.

—I waited three years for the moment to graduate so I could propose to you, yesterday I fulfilled part of my dream and today…

I open the case to the astonishment of my friends, who for a moment thought I was going to propose to her.

—It's the ring that symbolizes my love and loyalty. I was faithful to you even in thought. I stood up to my friends when they tried to talk to me about you, and even to my family, whom I didn't tell my plans to, because on Monday I'm becoming the deputy director of Electrodomésticos Monti SRL. I thought that nothing would separate us from you becoming my wife... you're not even worth my thoughts.

—Alejo…I love you, forgive me.

I laughed until tears sprang to my eyes.

—You're not the lady I thought you were, I was crazy about you and your tits that that miserable wretch was just sucking on.

—It was just a slip-up…

The hypocrite said.

—What the hell are you talking about? We're about to move in together, we've been dating for six months.

The guy said.

—You're a bitch, a common prostitute.

—Don't insult her!

—I do what I want and it's true, let's see how you're going to live when you can't count on my bank deposits.

I show him the ring.

—Do you want it? It's yours!

I'm about to give him the ring, when Walter takes it out of my hand.

—Are you crazy? It's worth half a million dollars!

Shout.

He didn't know how much I paid her, although the figure he said wasn't far from the truth, but I'm sure he said it to annoy Marina and see what she lost, for being a whore, for being a damned woman.

I don't understand, she had me wrapped around her little finger, I'm an excellent candidate, I'm a millionaire and we were good in bed.

There is no possibility of moving forward with it.

He took everything from me.

It brought me joy.

I don't know why he did it.

She had me completely, I was only hers, I'm crazy about her.

It means everything to me; something inside me truly died at this moment.

—Ale…love…forgive me, I love you.

He said, hugging me.

He must have realized that he lost a lot tonight.

I don't think she cared about losing my love; when she heard how much the ring was worth, her eyes almost rolled back, and when I finally told her the name of my companies, even the wretch who was with her shut his mouth.

Walter put the ring in his pocket; I didn't care anymore.

I felt like my soul and my heart were dry.

It's not that what we felt ended, she never felt anything.

She never valued me. I remember that first night together, on that same couch in that same nightclub, she was surprised when I told her I wanted something serious. For me, she wasn't a passing fling; for me, she was the love of my life.

The guy she was with must have been a rat; he was over 30 and was hooking up in a nightclub like a teenager.

Of course Marina is going to miss me, at least she's going to miss my money.

I feel unhappy.

I lost the woman of my life, maybe she was never mine.

He slept with me the first time we were together and I believed him when he told me that he had only slept with one other person before me.

Am I really that naive?

Everyone was trying to tell me what she was like.

Even my parents must know what it's like.

Walter must have seen her at the entrance of the nightclub, that's why he came looking for me.

I remember he spent all day trying to get me to listen to him.

I was obsessed with her damn tits and wouldn't listen to reason.

I felt like I was on fire just thinking about her.

She's a traitor, I hope she suffers like the damn bitch she is.

I wish him the worst; I really can't wish him anything good.

Luckily, thanks to my friends, I discovered their game; they knew the truth.

At university I refused to cheat on her and although I was dying to have sex a thousand times, I spent all my time just masturbating.

I was an idiot.

With my friends, we went to the bar of the place, I had never been drunk, I had drunk a little too much and I did it many times, but getting drunk to the point of losing consciousness, I had never done it, until that moment.

I thought I was going to die of pain.

She tried to approach me, but Nazareno pushed her away.

—She finally figured out your game, get out of here, you fucking whore.

-I love you!

She yelled at me.

I looked at her and it's true, she's beautiful, sexy, sensual and drives me crazy, but I found her hooking up with another guy at a nightclub and from what that guy said, he'd been seeing her for months.

I shared it, and who knows how many times I did it.

Did he think about marrying me?

I placed my heart in her hands; I never doubted her.

If my family finds out that I opened a bank account for him, they'll say all sorts of things to me, although maybe not, because they took pity on me for my pain.

He wasn't her only man, and that must have been the case from the beginning.

She's not going to be happy, I'm sure of it.

I treated her like a lady, more than that, I treated her like a queen.

It marked my life.

She was nothing more than a common prostitute, with that luxurious body.

I'd like to dive into those tits one last time, but they must even have that guy's saliva on them.

I'm dying of love.

She ruined what should have been one of the most perfect days of my life.

Nazareno had drunk quite a bit, but not as much as me, who couldn't stand up.

I asked for another drink, but Walter, who was the most sober of the three, tried to stop me, so I drank it anyway.

—You're going to go into an alcoholic coma, that's enough.

I don't know when we left the nightclub; I think Walter was dragging us both out.

—Why the hell are you drinking too?

He tells Nazareno.

Just then a friend showed up and told him to take him to his house, and that he would take me to mine.

Nazareno left and at that moment Walter received a phone call saying that his grandfather had collapsed and was hospitalized; he was asking for him, apparently these were his last moments.

I know for a fact that Walter adored his grandfather.

He couldn't leave me and I had to go to the hospital.

He helped me into the passenger seat, and then I heard him talking to someone, although I couldn't quite understand what he was saying; it was a girl.

For a moment I think he's talking to Marina and that it was all a nightmare.

—I live on your block and I know how to drive, don't worry, I'll take you and even let you know when we arrive.

I thought I heard that, although I forgot it later; as soon as the truck started, I fainted or at least lost consciousness.