My Words Were All I Had. William Sanchez
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Название: My Words Were All I Had
Автор: William Sanchez
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
isbn: 9781649520371
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“I’m not sure. I can’t wait to get out of these work boots. I’ll think about it once I’m home.”
“No way! Mr. Muscle Head says no to the gym?” mentioned Mike, surprised.
“Every now and then, it’s good to take a few days off in a row. I’m still sore from last time,” I confessed. Mike took a glance at the office door, which remained shut for the moment. He pulled me away to break down one of his dumb relationship techniques that he had suddenly put together, but I hope he’d never perform it in the real world.
“Listen closely please,” he started to detail his techniques to me. “Soon as you start dating a girl, try your best to woo her. Seduce the hell out of her, have her blindly in love with you… Right?” whispered Mike, with a sharp stare and a smile underneath it. I crossed my arms and focused my ears, awaiting for the purpose of this all. “And when you are so sure she’s in a floating cloud infatuated over you, you dump her!” he blurted.
I jumped up confused as to why he would say this. “And what the hell is that supposed to do?” I shouted.
“Think about it,” he said, with his hand lightly resting on my shoulder. “She’s going to wonder why, without a sign or a fight did, you do such a thing. She’ll beg for forgiveness of the unknown and desire you more!” he said excitedly.
I paused and took offense to the idea. “And that’s it? Hurt her and forget her?” bothered, I questioned him.
“Well no, you take her back. But she’ll see you as unpredictable and will be more likely to behave!” he assured me.
I wasn’t sure if this was one of his sarcastic jokes digging for a reaction. Or if Mike actually meant what he said. Either way, I felt I had to give my advice. “Don’t you ever do that. That’s exactly how you create a psycho out of a woman,” I warned him. But since he shared a horrible tactic assuming it may work, I took it as an opportunity to share with him a much better one. “Hey, you know I understand the feeling. Nice breasts, nice legs, looks so good right? But I don’t care how much you desire a body. Mike that body has a personality, a mind, a soul. That body belongs to a person, in this case a woman. So be the best man you can be, to the woman she is. And you never know, Mike, that woman might just surrender her body to you,” I explained. “Not that crap you just said!” I added, shouting.
As he laughed off his idea, he glanced at the office door again, and suddenly he changed the conversation. “Hey, man, you saw how Old Man Rich just looked at you serious when he mentioned his daughter?” recalled Mike. “He knows she’s hot! So he’s being all protective,” he mocked.
“Nah, man. They’re probably just really close. Can your Dominican ass ever assume something else?” I joked.
“Yeah, well, anyways, can your Puerto Rican ass buy the coffee and breakfast tomorrow?” he argued back.
Mike is this six-foot-one Dominican American, who thinks highly of himself at times and is always in a playful mood. Him being just a few inches taller than me, if it was not short jokes once in a while, it was usually something else that he felt he had over me. He’d feel I could be too serious at times, the same way I felt he could tone down his sarcasm a bit. We’d had our big differences, but we’ve been friends long enough now. I did owe us breakfast this time around too, and there was no arguing there.
Chapter 4
Valerie Is Her Name
They can tell you to smile, I rather be the one to find you a reason to smile.
Most people in Massachusetts, when they see rain in the forecast, they frown. Changing their mood, along with their daily activities. Counting the days or hours that it eventually passes by diminish and leave. I have always thought of it under a different shade of thinking. The tune that the rainfall makes is enough calming music to sooth any cloudy mind. And watching it fall is just as relaxing. That is exactly what kind of day we are waking up to. The smell of fresh coffee was hovering all inside the truck after Mike and I had finished breakfast headed to Rich’s store.
“It’s almost 8:00 a.m. man, I hope she’s there already,” Mike mumbled, appearing half asleep still.
Taking my time down streets covered by streams of water, I drove in silence and said nothing in response. About twenty minutes later, we were carefully rolling the truck into the heavy, soaked parking lot. “Looks like the lights are on,” I pointed out to Mike. “Someone has to be there,” I then assured.
The carpets and padding were left inside yesterday. All we had to bring in were the tools, paint, rollers, and brushes.
A female figure approached the door as we were preparing to exit the truck. “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll open the door!” shouted Valerie as she stuck her head out and back in the door in a peekaboo fashion.
“Sebastian, we have two trips so let’s make this quick!” shouted Mike.
We were partially soaked by the time we were settled inside. Valerie was holding an umbrella, rushing to leave. She carried the same beauty in person as in the pictures, the jet-black hair combined with the shine of her caramel skin. And her curves were still artistically displayed even through her raincoat, which was wrapped around her gorgeous self.
“Hey, guys, my dad told me about the work you guys had to do in the store.”
“Yes, we do,” I declared.
“I’m sorry but I have to go, but I will be back here later. If there’s anything you guys need, the number to reach me at is on the desk in the office,” she informed us.
I didn’t need the use of her number just yet. Just as much as I didn’t expect such a fast encounter. But we did have work to do. And it was best to get busy now, and catch her at a time when she was not in such a hurry.
Four hours had gone by. The painted walls made the room look brighter, the new carpet adding to the life of the store.
“She didn’t even introduce herself,” argued Mike.
“We shouldn’t take it personal. We don’t know exactly what was the reason or state of mind she could be in,” I explained.
“And it’s okay, there’s enough time for that,” I finished saying.
He looked me up and down, becoming even more impatient. “Time?” he blurted, with his eyes almost pushing out of his skull. “I think our time is up, we should get going. To top it off, it stopped raining,” he argued. I grabbed the broom and ignored the hell out him, then proceeded sweeping away the debris in the store. Suddenly from outside I heard a car pulling into the parking lot; it was Valerie.
“Good, she’s here,” Mike sighed, relieved. He proceeded to pace around, thrusting the stuff we brought in, as he grabbed it all. He then stopped and turned toward me. “Um…you plan on talking for a while with this chick? Or are we leaving right away? Just let me know what to expect,” he demanded.
I had a gift card in my wallet that I haven’t used. I pulled it out and held it in front of Mike, in hopes of him grasping what I was about to teach. “Sometimes, my friend, it’s not all about what you say. It’s also what you do,” I promised him.
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