rrect the spreadsheet that she herself made mistakes, leaning over my desk to the point of throwing her ass in my face. And for a moment my focus stops being trying to find a cruel enough model

o faster, harder, angrier, until I myself manage to reach my climax, squinting my eyes and feeling the condom to fill. - Oh! - Camila sighs, stroking herself, a smile on her mouth as I pull out of her. - I love it when you fuck me hard. What does it matter if I'm happy? Why does he care now? Because he will die, is a very easy answer. - I need lunch - I say and quickly follow Camila to sit down, looking at me with disappointment as I get rid of the condom and tie it before heading to the bathroom in my office. - Go back to your seat, please. I don't want to keep anyone waiting. But the thing is, I don't want to hear Camila's post-sex sighs and compliments. She has that. Make me feel like the best guy in sex. Throw my ego up there. Which is cool, up to a point. Until the point where she starts to bother her. At the end of the day, I don't go home. Nor do I accept Camila's invitation to go to her dinner. I don't need more time with her. What we go through in the office is enough. As I enter the bar, my cell phone notifies me of a new message. I pick it up to check it out while taking a seat on one of the stools near the counter. I order a shot of whiskey, remembering Tina communicating that my father's health complications were also triggered quickly by the large amount of alcohol he consumed. Screw this? I'm not him. As the bartender gets my drink, my view wanders to the cell phone screen. Samuel sent me a photo of the new house, letting me know that I needed to attend the opening lunch. It's a law and I'll be arrested if I don't go. This makes me smile. And it's not even because I want to make fun of my friend. I feel happy for him and Ryan. Really. If they needed to find someone to complete them, great, they did well, may they always be very happy. Which isn't my case, fortunately either. Alone I am free; alone there is no one waiting for me with a series of questions that demand why; alone I only decide for myself, I speak for myself, I think only about myself and I don't have to worry about anyone else, just myself. And this thing about fallin