Monica was sick, did not understand why those stupid jealousy. The little scenes were becoming more frequent, James gave him no respite. Coworkers, friends, this was already high, a new Paripe this time in his office.
The truth is that the relationship had deteriorated enough, the love had become a baby, the glances were practically nonexistent, the routine, monotony, lack of freedom may for convenience ... but was not going at all well, and had no paint that what was going to improve.
Monica and James had overcome many crises, brought together more than seven years, and this was the first time that it was clear that what he had done with James.
Monica Leaving work was accustomed to take a drink at the bar of her friend Zaira, although it was spotless, with white shirt, jersey strategically placed on the shoulders and a black trench coat that made him look smart His eyes were sad, were glassy and no longer shines.
Do not tell me anything, it to you again reassembled! Can not go on baby! - Zaira frowned, and anger was becoming visible in his face and his gestures exaggerated. Zaira
"It's over, a tear from slipping down his cheek, this time I will not fight for something not leads us anywhere.
- You're coming home with me and do not ever take her phone to the cocoon that, enough is enough! - Zaira had never made friends with James, she was a friend of Monica and was limited to respect him.
After a long conversation and the odd glass of wine, Monica got up to go to the bathroom, and felt that someone was watching in the shadows from the bottom of the bar, despite not having his best day Monica was a very attractive woman, his shirt collar and highlighted the pants fit perfectly, also stylize their heels even more.
As he approached to go to the end of the bar to go to the bathroom, discovered blue eyes staring at her, she was a brunette with wavy hair and Indian features, was dressed in elegant but simple. Monica took a brief look at where I was the stranger, but quickly looked away.
After leaving the service, he found himself face to face with those blue eyes, the stranger at the door,
- I? - Said a voice sweet and velvety
- of course - Monica replied nervously
hands lightly touched the two women instantly, a chill ran through Monica, never felt anything like it.
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