Hector said goodbye to Theresa after lunch, leaving her with butterflies flying in her stomach and an expectation of meeting him again, even if nothing had happened between them, the sexual tension present in the environment caused both of them to create a crazy desire to exceed the limit of the forbidden.
As soon as she settled on her couch her phone beeped informing her that it had just received a message. Angry at having to get up to pick him up, Theresa walks toward the kitchen counter that divided the kitchen room. When unlocking the device, the following message appeared on the screen:
Albia
Friend, where are you?
09:45 pm
Followed by one more:
Albia
Theresa Michaels
Where have you been?
10:35 pm
And there was another motto of messages like this, with different times throughout the night and morning, in addition to of course one from a minute ago:
Albia
Hi
Friend
This is serious where are you?
Theresa started typing a reply message to her best friend, Albia, but decided to delete it and sent a simple and modest 'Hi', it didn't take long for her cell phone to start ringing, she answered on the third ring already waiting for the spore that would come as soon as her friend started talking.
"Look who decided to show up." Albia said sarcastically.
"Friend, it wasn't my fault you disappeared yesterday..." Theresa replies quietly, embarrassed.
"Then whose fault was it?" she asked curiously.
Theresa was silent for a few seconds, Albia was worried and certainly had reasons to be and stressed and worried, after all she had disappeared for hours, she did not know how Albia Artinha still showed up at her apartment looking for her.
"It would be better if you came to the house so we could talk better and I could tell you everything that happened in the last twelve hours." Theresa said indirectly inviting her friend to her apartment.
"I'm coming right now." Albia said without a second thought, surprising zero people.
Theresa had known her friend was crazy since they met in their freshman year of journalism school, where they were both in their last semester. The day they met was the worst day of Theresa's life and meeting Albia had brought a breath of breath to the busy day of bad events. And the day before was one of these days, so she needed her friend by her side.
"See you in a bit, Albia." Theresa said goodbye to her friend who also said goodbye, informing her that she would soon be with Theresa to tell her everything.
***
As soon as she finished getting dressed after a long and relaxing bath, she darkened the doorbell, was sure it was Albia, so she ran to the front door and opened it at once, her friend dressed in a white and black, wore a water-green sandal and held a small black vegan leather bag.
"Come in, friend" Theresa said, giving Albia space to enter, she knew that her friend was analyzing her from the moment she opened the door and did not care that she did so, never in all the time she knew her had to hide anything from Albia and if she happened to hide it it did not take long for her to do something that denounced him that something was wrong.
She entered the apartment and soon frowned when she noticed a tone of joy in Theresa's voice, not that she meant that her best friend was sad, however, something different she had, Albia alone. She didn't know what it was.
Theresa closed the door behind her and they both walked to the couch in mutual silence. As soon as they settled next to each other , Albia began her interrogation:
"Now tell it, woman. What happened?"
"So, you know I went to surprise Ryan, right?" Theresa began by pausing waiting for her friend to answer her, but she only nodded in agreement. "But what you don't know is that I was the one who was surprised. I caught him cheating on me with some bitch, so I broke off the engagement."
"HOLY SHIT!" Albia exclaimed in a scream. "Keep going."
"So I decided to go to the hottest nightclub in town and ended up drinking them all. So the owner of the place is a friend of my father brought me home."
Albia stared at her with her mouth open, still unable to believe what she had just heard.
***
Hector was lying in his King bed with his eyes closed, but he couldn't nap, his thoughts seething recalling the events of the night before and the day he couldn't stop thinking about Theresa's red lips and what it would be like to kiss them, he couldn't stop imagining what it would be like to make love to her either. He felt his cock stiffen, reflexively squeezing it over his pants and groaning hoarsely.
He opened his eyes after he heard his phone ring, cursed whoever was calling for interrupting him in his moment of pleasure.
"Hector speaking," he said grumpily.
"Boss, we have problems," Salvior said after hearing his boss' voice, that he was not in a good mood and that he would certainly be worse off with what had happened at the club.
"Speak up, Salvior. What happened?"
It's just that the fire department came here to do the security forensics and they want to talk to you.." Salvior said quickly and in a hurry showing his desperation.
"Damn." "I'll be right there." Hector said and hung up the call without waiting for a response from his employee.
He got out of bed, put on his shoes. He took the car keys and left his room. He left the apartment, getting into the elevator. His thoughts were now focused on finding a solution to that problem. The elevator top pulled him out of the inertia of his thoughts, Hector stepping out of the elevator toward his car.
"I just needed that one." He thought as he started the car, put on some music, and headed to the club.