I spent some time, a couple of months to be exact. I continued with my usual, relatively stable life. I had an excellent job and received a significant promotion that led to a substantial salary increase. In my family life, things were slowly improving, and I once again felt integrated and loved by my family.
The stability in my personal life brought me complete satisfaction. I took a break from dating through the app and focused on my family. I no longer felt the urgent need to search for new and pleasant experiences on my mobile screen. I even uninstalled the application and deleted my username from it.
During a break from work, I received a message on my cell phone that read, "Who are you?" The sender was an unknown number, but the profile photo seemed familiar. I responded, "I am Mr. Cervantes," with no response. A few long minutes later, I received a reply, "Ah, the lawyer. Of course, I remember you. I'm Layla."
As I mentally searched my memory, suddenly the girl I had seen months ago came to mind, mysterious and beautiful. I remembered the moment vividly, with the pianist playing Yiruma's "Kiss the Rain," her perfect face, sensual lips, piercing blue eyes, and the elegant long-sleeved ball gown. "Layla," I thought to myself. Very few, if any, girls from my previous encounters had reached out to me afterward, so this piqued my curiosity.
Our conversation through messages flowed naturally. She was down-to-earth and had an easygoing and engaging conversation style. After a good amount of conversation, we decided to meet at a 5-star hotel with an elegant restaurant on its premises.
Once again, I arrived first, requested a table in a discreet corner to avoid gossip, and ordered a glass of wine. I saw the young blonde arrive, wearing an elegant short blue dress with a beautiful neckline and long sleeves. We talked for a long time, had a satisfying dinner, and I couldn't help but notice the level of detail she shared about her life.
She came from a middle-class family and was a marine biology student at the university with good grades. To supplement her income, she worked as a brand ambassador for cosmetics and did remote office work from home. I asked her why she agreed to date me, given the age gap. She responded, "I don't know. I like men who have life experience and are upfront about what they want." It's worth noting that in all my dates, my partners were fully aware of my marital status, allowing them to decide how they wanted to proceed.
While her answer didn't completely satisfy me, I accepted it. After drinks, this time neither of us was drunk, we headed to a hotel room.
The night with her could only be described as glorious, a taste of heaven on earth. She knew precisely how to please me, and her knowledge of her own body ensured mutual satisfaction. At dawn, with sunlight filtering through the window, I gazed at her slender body, lightly covered by a sheet, adorned with the tattoos I had seen before. It was a beautiful sight.
From that point, many more meetings followed. They weren't always in luxurious places; we enjoyed simpler activities like going to the movies, taking walks in the park, or having picnics. We got to know each other better with each encounter. She always accompanied her presence with different gifts, from watches to jewelry, each one different from the last. Regardless of what she wore, she remained stunning.
Over a few months, her presence became indispensable in my daily life. She was always the first person to message me in the morning and the last before I went to sleep, filled with affection.
So time passed in a whirlwind of pleasure, affection, and secrecy. Little did I know what destiny had in store for me.
