Season 1, Episode 11
Juan POV
I grasped her neck and gazed at her lovely face. She resembles Elena, and my brain was telling me that it wasn't Elena and that I couldn't replace her. I started kissing her lips tenderly; they didn't taste or feel like Elena's. My hands moved over her bare body; her hair dangled over her face, highlighting her pale skin—exactly like Elena's.
It wasn't Elena, though. I've been playing out my fantasy on this one girl for days now, and I'm starting to realize that she's not Elena.
"You have no idea how much I love you." I spoke softly on her lips.
"Do you love me, Elena?"
"I love you, too, Juan."
I nodded, and her eyes twinkled. This doesn't feel right, but I pushed it to the back of my mind. I restart kissing her soft lips and touching on her thighs; she sighed as my hands hesitantly slipped into her thigh creases. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I could feel my cock immediately away.
"Juan." In my ears, she moaned. My body did not shiver as much as she would . I could feel my cock softening, and before she could notice, I tore away from her, rolled off the bed, and slammed the bathroom door shut.
"Que me estas haciendo Elena." I grumbled. I walked over to the sink, turned on the water, and cleaned my face. I avoid looking in the mirror because I don't want to see how bad I appear. If I ever had children, my first piece of advice would be to avoid falling in love.
If you have a crush, it will crush you instead. Elena was spending all of her time with her husband, and I'm simply here fucking some whore who looked like her. To be honest, I didn't want reality to creep up on me just yet. I wanted to obtain my release and go on my way this week.
"Maldito cerebro!" The girl was still on the bed when I flung the door open. She appeared to be deep in contemplation, most likely about how fucking insane and delirante I was.
"You are free to leave. How much is the cost?" I said this as I put on my clothing.
"Does the name Elena remind you of someone?" She inquired quietly.
"Yeah," I replied quickly.
"How much."
"Do I look anything like her?" She inquired, her lips pressed together. I clinched my teeth; my patient was becoming old, and this little cono was completely blind.
"Yea," I replied. I took my wallet from the sofa in my room. "How much?" I repeated it for the third time.
"Who did I make you think of?" She queried. I glanced at her, trying to think of an answer. But why was I responding to her? I should just pull out my gun and shoot her in the face—no, that would mean I'd shoot Elena. I screamed at myself. So my brain wants to accept that the girl in front of me could pass for Elena.
"My mum. We had an affair." I remarked sarcastically. She nodded, oblivious to the fact that my tone was sarcastic.
"1000$"
"Great." I withdraw $1,500 and hand it to her. She counted it, looked up at me, and asked, "What's the $500 for?"
"I'm not sure. Perhaps you should keep your mouth shut." I smiled, but my tone conveyed something else.
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Julio barged into my room despite my warnings thousands of times. Rather than argue with him, I told him to take a seat.
"Don't go all soft on me, Juan." He emphasized,
"You have a whole operation to run; get your head in the game."
"I won't." "Shoot," he responded, referring to my want to vent about how I felt.
"I sound like shit, I feel like shit, I want to take a shit but am too lazy, and I do shitty stuff." I reminisced about paying $1500 to a girl who resembled Elena. I was completely obsessed with her.
"Yeah, awful stuff like having a girl that looks precisely like Elena. I swear it was her when I saw her show up. She even claimed to be Elena." I laughed, recognizing how fucking ridiculous I am and that I'm not going to get out of this phase any time soon.
"You really love her, don't you?" I nodded and took a puff of my marijuana.
"She doesn't care about me, mane. She hates so much, bruh." "And don't tell me she'll change her mind. She loves that white boy, Carlton." I also included.
"Carlton is her husband. She has every right to be in love with him. Even if he a little dog shit" I said bitterly.
"He's a fucking jerk. Did you know that short dick mother fucker is still fucking that white chick, Marie?"
"Why didn't you tell her?"
"So she can slap me in the face and tell me how much of a liar I am, because her daddy would never do it." I was making fun of Elena's reaction.
"I kissed her, bro." I admitted softly as I looked at him. His pupils dilate.
"You meant you missed her, right?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. My head shakes. "I said I kissed her. On the lips." I went on to explain.
"I really shouldn't have." I quickly added. I know I wanted to, and it feels amazing, but that doesn't mean it was the correct thing to do.
"No, you really shouldn't have."
I shrugged and came to a halt. I remove my bag from the sofa.
"Are you going to go back there?" He inquired. I have no choice. I've been suffering withdrawal symptoms for a week now without seeing her.
"Yep," I said flatly. I knew she wouldn't miss me, but boy did I miss her, especially the smile she gave me when we kissed that night.
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