His DarknessI have the feeling that I will spend the day alone in the room. I feel it; When I woke up, Silvain was gone. He hasn't returned yet and it's almost noon, unlike yesterday I have the freedom to go out, but I'm not sure about walking around Rome without company. However, I get ready, put on my clothes and pick up the phone before going through the eternal city and breathing in that Roman air.The streets are full of pedestrians; normal influx in a country so frequented by tourists from all over the world. The beauty of the capital surrounds me on the walk, I manage to disconnect from reality, from that toxic loop of events that awaken states of anger and sadness.I take some photos of the tour and send them to Mila. I smile when I read her response, she claims that they are too beautiful and admits to wanting to be with me, to which I respond with a heart emoji. Then come the questions.Mila: Are you with Silvain?Me: No, I went out alone.Mila: Where is that idiot?Me: It'

—If it's not necessary, no thanks, I prefer to stay here. —I decline, surprised by the invitation. Although I should have asked where I was going, just to satisfy my curiosity.—Stay, as you wish. —He pretends that the rejection doesn't affect him in the least.I go to the other side of the suite, giving him privacy. I don't want him to think that I'm a freeloader, my attention already feeds his ego and, if I notice his athletic body, my head gets messy. For the sake of my idiotic emotional stability, I walk away.He dresses casually and that image hits me hard. Both hemispheres freeze, it is so perfect that it seems dreamlike, something so unreal that it can only be seen in dreams. The fact that he is made of flesh and blood takes the wind out of me, in and of itself he manages my emotions at will without knowing it, I am already delirious in silence. Suddenly I close my mouth, magnificence already emerges on his lips. Here where I put myself again would be to the point of bordering

Draper tells me to lie down on the stretcher, coming with Gaspard makes me nervous. The doctor knows that he is not the father of my baby, since he introduced himself and the other time I mentioned Silvain's name. It has become clear to him that he is nothing more than a friend."Okay, you can sit here, Gaspard." —he says, bringing him a chair near the stretcher.He thanks me and gives me a reassuring smile. By then he takes my hand and gently shakes it in his. The gesture has a positive impact, lightening the nervous torrent that eagerly moves under the layers of my skin."Thank you..." I whisper.—Let's start, lift your blouse.I do what he asks, exposing my abdomen, in his view he places that cold gel on the area and runs a device over it. At the same time we stare at the screen. I don't have eyes for anything else. It is exciting on an incomprehensible level, making the moment ideal and special. I'm grateful to be living it with someone else, although Silvain should be occupying t

From the Eyes of a NarcissistPOV Silvain De CastelbajacThree years later...Monday, May 8th.A pile of papers on the desk, the phone ringing constantly, the secretary coming in to notify me of Fabrizio's unforeseen visit, and I have a meeting in half an hour. Saturated, stressed, I am on the verge of a breakdown. I stand up, straightening my back, and head to the minibar. One glass of whiskey or however many doesn't ease the pressure I feel right now.Curse!They knock on the door. Exasperated I swallow the foul language, the agitation of this day does not stop.—What's wrong, Micaela? —loose, busy.—Sir, can I come in? I have news about the gallery. —he says, from the other side.My expression changes, "the gallery is relevant."—Yes, come in.Pretty face, attractive body and sweet eyes. Today she is wearing a tight dress that marks her silhouette; She is the only secretary I am not involved with yet, nor have any interest in doing so. She almost always has her reddish hair braided

A few days ago I bought her these jeans with suspenders, which together with the white shirt and black shoes look beautiful.—Look how handsome you are, honey. All that's left is... —I reach for the brush, combing her hair to the side—. "I think I fell in love, you are a handsome gentleman, Mr. Samuele," I joke, imitating the voice of a screeching female, and I kiss his hand.He starts laughing, infecting me instantly. Afterwards I fill him with many kisses, I am grateful that my lipstick is matte, otherwise I would ruin his little white shirt.“Time to go,” my friend croons, leaning out.-Aunt! - my little one exclaims, that's how anxious he gets when he sees her."Yes, my darling, here's your favorite aunt, come on." She opens her arms, he jumps on top of her and catches him. You smell so good, darling.—You too. —he says hugging her.I melt with tenderness.Soon we got into Gaspard's sports car, if I knew where we were going I would have left with my son in my car.During the journ