Love untold

by Debbie Forester

  Months later, he learned that his father had given him ten thousand dollars a girl, while her lover had done for several months. That was what not forgive him, he had had a relationship with her after what happened, regardless of their feelings, when imagine them together, clouding his thinking and gnawed his gut.

  Eventually she made peace with her father but turned cold and distant in his dealings with him. The only thing I did feel was Isabella, loved and protected as anyone. He had forged a thick armor made of cynicism and indifference, one Isabella could get through. What happened with the hotels was the drop that overflowed the glass and further opened the gap that existed between the two.

  As for his relationship with women, I thought Isabella was wrong, do not fall in love because they felt like it, not because Rosario would have done that. The first years after heartbreak, had a low opinion of women, but over time had passed or so I thought, had a few love affairs, had festered a few times and later when he had his alcohol problem and then hard work with hotels, turned their relations in a simple exchange of pleasure, only physical satisfaction. Yes, it was gentle, considerate, kind and very generous, always took them what they were willing to give, was no fool, but unceremoniously dispatched whatsoever if they demanded any kind of commitment. They were there for your use and enjoyment, nothing more.

  chapter VIII

  Mike waited for Lori in the office of the Los Angeles headquarters at three in the afternoon. The driver had gone to pick her up at the airport. Impatience to see her, made tamborileara fingers on the desk and prevented him from concentrating. not seen since the kiss. He had already waited more than enough. He had made his decision, would have it, there was no going back, but it would be honest with her. Would show that face not long flaunted and then beg for beautiful woman filled him with desire, he wanted the same thing.

  He got up and walked around the place. Office, elegant and sober, some paintings of landscapes and vineyards Italian heritage from her grandmother adorned the walls. He returned to his thoughts, what would she think of the proposal that he called? It was a different advertising theme hotels and wanted to know how receptive he was to take the job and also needed her in his room.

  Lori nervous, barely he paid attention to the path and the chaotic city traffic. I did not know personally expect that meeting, at a professional level was not even intrigued, cover any front or difficulty that presented itself, but to see him again after the kiss shared was another story.

  We're here, Miss Stuart.

  The tour had made too short. He removed his glasses and took a look in the mirror out of her purse while the driver turned and opened the door. The wind ruffled his hair, it was a Friday of the last week of September, the fall was in its infancy. He entered the building and went to the floor thirty-two. When he entered the reception office Mike, the secretary looked up and smiled.

  Go on, Miss Stuart, Mr. Donelly he is waiting.

  Lori hesitated a moment before entering, he reassured the pulsations and lightened the stone lodged in his stomach. Upon entering the enclosure few moments to imbibe his image was allowed. Mike Donelly was a man of strong appeal. To say that she was not attracted was a lie and was not used to lying to herself. He approached her with his lopsided smile and firm and springy step. She kissed him on the cheek flushed Lori replied. God, it looked like a silly teenager, berated, lacked only drool. The man looked elegant as always and smelled good.

  Mike slid his gaze down her body, with obvious interest. Lori wearing a business suit with beige silk blouse dark.

  Mike put his hand on his back and possessive gesture invited her to sit down.

  -The Subject in which I called you do not have to do with the campaign Admiral, but is related -the saw me raising an eyebrow a little confused, Mike went on: There is a youth center in a depressed sector of the city that I am benefactor, we want to attract people to grow the project and why summoned your help.

  Lori shifted in the more surprised every passing minute chair. Mike raised the corner of her mouth in a mocking laugh fadeaway.

  Yes, the ogre has his heart.

  Always I've known. Although I also know that any charity you want to do means less taxes for your signature.

  Mike went through her gaze. I stood and walked over to her, leaned on the edge of the desk and put his hands in his pockets.

  In this case, it is not. The firm has nothing to do, it's a project I want you to meet and brindes us your help, I will pay out of my pocket.

  Lori was embarrassed, did not want to sound so harsh and sarcastic with him. Mike was a decent man, a good man. I must leave it to measure the standards imposed on him years ago.

  Excuse me, there are few people of status who care about what happens outside its sphere

  My field is wide, Lori. Some things have been chosen and other inherited me life.

  Why our company? You should have hired someone from here.

  Yes, I could have done it, but not, I want you to be.

  You mean the company that I manage with my brother. I'm an employee.

  I repeat, I want you to be, I do not want to Peter in this, it is something that will drive you and me.

  -das Many things for granted, Mike. He would revirar, but Lori interrupted. I have other commitments besides the Admiral campaign, I'm busy.

  I know what kind of woman you, Lori, pain and desire to help you is no stranger.

  -How do you know? You hardly know me.

  -I know. I would not order you not to know.

  In addition, it was his selfish motive, was a manipulative man and not apologize for it, he was used to get away with it. It was the only way to know if I could have a relationship with her. Without clear ties. He smiled to himself, he was taking a lot of trouble for a woman, was not passed him with Lori hunter instinct surfaced and would do anything to see that wonderful hair scattered on the pillow of her bed.

  Well, tell me what you want to do.

  Mike glanced to his lips. The tone in which the words uttered led him to imagine naked in his arms and looked delivered suddenly made him tense. It was a key man in all aspects of her life and she sensed submission passion. He forced himself to think of something else.

  'Right now I want one thing above all others He relished his lips in a carnal gesture that made Lori rebullera in his chair, but until we have some certainties, will not do anything about it.

  Lori knew she spoke of her, he was disturbed and decided to take the line of work again.

  'When I will know your project?

  We'll start tonight, I need you to come with me to a place. Tomorrow we go to the youth center.

  They talked about other minutes after telling the pick up at the hotel at seven to dress casual, goodbye.

  Lori stayed in a suite hotels Admiral and after unpacking and answer several emails from work, he began to get ready for the night. He chose a light jeans, black boots and dark blue wool sweater. While waiting to Mike he devoted himself to chat with Jack by WhatsApp, invited her to eat that night.

  "I can not heaven, I'm in LA"

  "I imagine you're reunited with Minka Dobson"

  Jack was referring to the designer shoes, to which the advertising company he managed a portfolio of services. The young designer had started with a small business, but the quality of their work and advice of Lori had opened many doors and now owned several shoe boutiques in California. It was one of the campaigns which he was proudest, Jack had presented the nine months ago.

  "No dear, is not she the meeting, although I gather tomorrow in your business before returning to San Francisco."

  "???????"

  "Meeting with Mike"

  "Wow" surprised emoticons.

  Lori proceeded to explain what happened at the meeting.

  "Did you try to kiss you again?

  "No, how can you think, the meeting proceeded as if the kiss had not happened."

  "And how did you feel?"

  "Normal."

  Although it was a li
e, he was a bit disappointed because I wanted to insist. She wanted him, but this time, he would have to take the first steps for conquest. He proceeded to relate the new work that Mike had offered. The talk was interrupted when they knocked on the door and a bellboy came with a bouquet of pink orchids. Le tipped the young as she was alone opened the small envelope where the card came.

  "Thanks for being here, and wanting to know a little more. It means a lot to me. This color reminded me your cheeks when you blush, makes you real.

  Of yours,

  Mike "

  Lori wrote immediately to Jack.

  "I just received a bouquet of pink orchids, it's beautiful."

  "Let me guess, the dark prince. What does the card say? "

  Lori took the bouquet photograph and the card and sent it right away.

  "Shit. It is a statement of intent hahaha. He sent the erotic flower par excellence and as the color indicates he wants sex. Although the content of the card is something simple and cheesy. It is noted that is not used to court. "

  "How the hell do you know that?"

  "I'm gay but I'm still man hehehehe. It is good time to let things clear, if you do not want anything with it. "

  "I do not know, Jack, I'm somewhat confused. I'm not for games and loves of adolescence. "

  "Who said anything about love? And games are all, do not take it so seriously. Enjoy a bit of the beauty of man I am sure knows how to make a woman feel. "

  Lori rolled his eyes.

  "You need someone to go out with Jack. You're out of your head, you need company and urgent. "

  "LOL. He spoke the woman who more than a year ago a powder is not cast, I at least I did recently. "

  "No need to remind me of my absent sexual life, thank you very much."

  The room phone rang, Lori replied, reception he announced that Mr. Michael Donelly had arrived and waited. He felt an upset stomach.

  Lori said goodbye to Jack what he said.

  "Behave badly and have a good time. Do it for me."

  When Mike spoke to dress casual, she thought it was for her, but seeing him with his pint of bad biker boy, the body burned him. With worn and tight jeans, white T-shirt and leather jacket typical biker, was perfect. He found it difficult to control the feeling that came over her, she forced herself to breathe slowly so when Mike with his smile from the house, reached her. He returned the gesture.

  -do Not seen dressed like that from your college days she said to say anything.

  Mike pursed his shoulders.

  -having regard so often.

  Already at the check out Lori he noticed the gleaming Harley and the pair of helmets. Night had fallen and the weather had dropped a few degrees, Lori is further wrapped himself in his jacket.

  -go Mouthed in surprise, did not remember montabas.

  -Amount Whenever I can I reply with a tone of voice indecent, he looked up and down with hunger and the carnal gesture that made her tongue when reviewing your teeth with it, teasing reappeared. Lori held his gaze for a while until he broke down and deflected.

  Thanks for orchids, you would not have bothered.

  Mike laughed softly. He handed the helmet, as his gaze wandered down her body, satisfied with what he saw. The jean fit perfectly the curve of her back, chest stuck out and was hidden by the sweater and jacket. the color of her nipples She imagined and was sure that was the fantasy of any teenager. The trip to Compton would be torture.

  Lori skin bristled when Mike brushed and revised the closure helmet it would have been tight. They started through the streets of Los Angeles that were crowded to be Friday night. Mike sat as an expert. He is pushing the machine with power. You could tell he knew the motorcycle, respected and handled with skill and mastery. Soon he ate kilometers of road. Lori clinging to his back, at the beginning I was a bit stressed, but as the minutes passed, relaxed, snuggled closer to him and enjoyed the journey. He had not rode a bike.

  Mike stopped in the parking lot of the church, there were several cars in place.

  -We arrived.

  Lori waited until he turned off the bike, removed his helmet and hair stirred, a spark of excitement peopled the color of his eyes. He had enjoyed the trip.

  Mike was nervous, got off the bike and gave it no more the word. He put his hand on his back and entered the house. The hall, hung with posters and notices, smelled like floor cleaner. Mike frowning led her to one of the halls of stay. Lori smiled.

  -What's up? Mike asked, seeing Lori despintaba not even a second.

  Nothing in this environment look like an outlaw of the Old West.

  Mike assigned him a look that Lori was sure, if they had been alone, I would have kissed. He nodded at hand some young people at the entrance. He opened a door with the logo of wood stuck in the group. When they entered the room, the heart of Lori shot. He distracted her a man of Latin descent and beautiful green eyes who came to say hello.

  -¡Cabronazo! I did not know you were coming.

  Mike greeted him with a hug.

  I arrived yesterday in Las Vegas.

  Lori remained in the background while friends catching up on news. Lori Lucas looked at him and smiled.

  Hello, you're welcome and as this son of a bitch does not present us'm Lucas Escamilla.

  The man gave her hand to Lori that waved back.

  Much like Lori Stuart.

  Lucas invited to take a seat, offered him something to drink, she refused with a smile. They left and followed the talk.

  Lori noted that it was an attractive man, what struck her eyes were a deep green, tender and vivacious look. Exuded confidence and total absence of cynicism, that he had plenty of that to Mike, his look and appearance were those of a man who struggles and resilience had become a sympathetic and good. Lori was not sure yet what was the reason for being in that place but it meant and did not want to guess more or be put to mourn. Had many questions and hoped that Mike's answer everyone. She watched as he greeted a beautiful young brunette eyes with concern and affection and two other boys in their twenties. The people gathered there shared a common past. Mike remembered the note that had sent him with orchids "Thank you for wanting to know a little more." In the living room there were a dozen people. They came three others. Suddenly there was silence. Mike briskly, stood at the foot of the lectern, took the microphone and began to speak. The firm tone of voice, steely and certainty that what was about to hear would change many things, plunged into silence, but was alert to every gesture and word. She stared at him and turned to inspect it. The hair was scrambled after removing his helmet, was frowning, the shadow of beard at that time gave manly appearance, and hands gripping the lectern as if he were nervous, but had a strength or inner strength that put him over men who were in the place. It would be an honor and a source of pride to have the heart of Mike, the woman who achieved a grand prix would take.

  "Goodnight. -All Responded to the greeting. Let's start with the Serenity Prayer: God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference; living one day at a time. My name is Michael Donelly and I'm an alcoholic. "

  chapter IX

  Mike took a coin out of his jacket pocket, raised it and showed it to those present.

  I've been four years without drinking a drop of alcohol. He heard sighs and comments between two women who were sitting in the last chairs. Mike continued to stare at present, occasionally glimpses destined Lori was left static. I started drinking at sixteen. My mother died when I was twelve, he was an alcoholic and depressive. The look is darkened. He lived away from us, almost all day drinking going on in his room. "Give me a moment affection" was the phrase heard in our childhood. I did not know if his drinking was because my father was my father was never or never because she drank, the truth is that we were two kids, my sister and I, playing alone or with serfdom. He drank in high school and then college. He was drunk to class. My teachers never noticed. When I graduated from college and had to
face a number of responsibilities, alcohol was the only thing that helped me with fingers pointed in inverted commas, to support the work stress. He denied having any problem with drinking, he insisted that had control and could leave whenever I wanted. I thought I had learned to control it, because consuming more and not intoxicated me. I began to notice that the day after having drunk not remember what happened the night before and I realized that I could think sporadically since I was in college and then increased the 'I often went to Lori a penetrating look she held him without batting an eye-. Everything changed the day I got up at eight o'clock in a room in a place that did not know and in the company of two prostitutes. I did not use condoms and lasted months with the anguish of having contracted any disease. I realized that although it had not bottomed out, the relationship with my sister was not the best and I had problems to solve with my company. Hundreds of families depend on me and my actions. My family, I have left, I need my five senses. I have two nieces that love for the world and let my illness get them. I come to this site, because this was where I decided after a long walk and to know the work of Lucas and Father Gregory. We are all united by a common problem: alcoholism. This meeting is important and it is vital to know that we are not alone and that sharing with others and help allows us to maintain sobriety. It is difficult to take the first step, the beginnings are not easy and the problem with us alcoholics is not the second, third or fourth cup, is the first drink that we already generates the chain that leads us to lose ourselves in alcohol . It is not easy to learn to be sober conviction. So, my friends, the decision is in each of you He raised the coin, so that they saw all those present. We need not feel degraded or different, we are constantly fighting warriors, my friends. Ahead!

  Everyone applauded, Lori heard the story with frozen face, invaded tribulation as Mike had about their disease. His heart wept sorry for the child who had been abandoned and alone and confused teenager who had received years ago. He understood many things and knew he could not blame him for what happened seven years ago. If Mike had been sober, it would not have been anything that night. He was a man who had traveled to hell and as a good warrior, emerged victorious from the war.