Married To My Secretary

Chapter 7

I wake up with a tremendous headache that makes me lie down again between my brown velvet sheets massaging my temples. I prepare my bathtub with all kinds of aromatic essences, I immerse myself in it trying to calm that overwhelming pain, I think I'll have to go for some pills, but how the hell did I get here? I relax while listening to classics in English and suddenly all the memories start to come to my mind, the bar, all the drinks, my father, Kate... Kate? I open my eyes wide, what a shame that Kate saw me that way and incidentally saw me vomit and faint, damn it! I'm bad at getting drunk and I know it, I don't know why I always do it, at least I don't go crazy like Malcom and end up dancing on the internet.

I get out of the bathtub and get dressed as fast as I can to see the time on my watch, for the first time in my life I'll be late, I won't drink like that again, I go down the steps as fast as I can and drive to the office I look at myself in the rearview mirror of the car and at least I look at myself, despite not having slept at all and having fallen unconscious.

I get to the office and Kate is already there, so beautiful in a black skirt that fits her body more than well, although the jacket she's wearing doesn't let me have a great view, she looks at me; I'm going to pretend I don't remember yesterday, I'm embarrassed for the first time in my life to talk to someone.

My life goes on, I go on a trip, I meet girls, I have flings, my mother calls again and again and I refuse to answer, I know what she wants to talk about and I don't want to talk about it, lying to my father is one thing but now lying to my mother is a serious thing. After a couple of weeks his calls are more incessant. I am forced to talk about it when he calls from another number and having no idea who it is, it occurs to me to answer. "Good afternoon," I say when I pick up.

"Santiago for God's sake!" Why do not you answer my calls? What the hell is wrong with you? “ the voice of my annoying mother takes me out of my inner peace.

“Mom, why are you calling from another number?

“Why? Do you still ask why? “I appreciate not being in front of her right now “you don't answer my calls, Santiago.

"Because I know you'll want to talk about the news my father gave you." I lean back relaxedly on the back of my swivel chair, no way, I don't have any other choice.

"Of course, Santiago!" How come you got married and your mother, the person who gave you life, didn't know?

“Because all Dad does is judge.

“But not me!

“Breast...

"I want to meet her," she demands, now more enraged, I've never heard my mother talk to me like this, this isn't right.

"Santiago..." Now my father's hoarse voice is heard on the other line.

“Potato? I frown, now I have to listen to his scolding.

"Why don't you want us to meet her?"

“I already told you...

“Listen Santiago “he pauses “if the reason is because it's him and not her, I have no choice but to accept it, but at least I want to meet him.

“What? "Okay, that bothered me." "Dad, are you serious about what you just said?"

"Is it Malcom?" “What!? Sigh.

“Listen to me, dad, I'll wait for you tomorrow, I'll introduce them to you and listen well, father, it's not Malcom, it's a woman and very beautiful.

With that said, I hang up the call. How can they think I'm gay? If women are the most beautiful creatures in the universe. But now who the hell am I looking for this lie? I don't even have any friends, I start dialing the short number for Malcom's office.

"Santiago..."

Malcom, can you come over?

“Of course.

Two minutes later Malcom walks into my office, he holds some papers in his hand and enters with a frown, I'm staring at a plant in a small pot that's in the corner of my office, Malcom looks where I'm looking.

"What's wrong with that plant?" he asks sarcastically.

"I need a wife, Malcom." Now he turns to see me but I don't take my eyes off the plant.

“Santiago, but that plant is not a good option, even if it looks very sexy in that white pot “he laughs, I immediately look into his eyes with all possible seriousness and all traces of laughter are erased from his face “Good “he says, finally serious sitting in the chair in front “it's because of your father, right? I told you I wouldn't leave you alone.

He thinks I'm gay.

That makes Malcom burst out laughing.

"And he thinks you're my date." Malcom looks at me indignantly and now his lips are just a straight line.

“What? Her hazel eyes flash an angry glint that I recognize. "How can she even think I'm gay?" I am a very macho man, and he also dated his daughter”in”law.

“But he never knew that, Malcom. And I don't think Henry would tell him that his wife dated you.” I start to nuzzle my chin with my elbow resting on the arm of the swivel chair.

"And what the hell do you have in mind?" Maybe you should find a girl and seriously get married “ I can't help but laugh.

"My God, am I married?" Are you serious, Malcom? Besides, I need it by tomorrow.

“Morning? What's wrong with you Santiago?

“I got upset.

“Well, I have some actress friends, I think we have no other.

“I know, but this is not something I can trust to just anyone who can sell it to the media for a few bucks. I need someone to trust. I don't know any woman who can help me with this.

"How about your secretary?" he asks, looking at me intrigued.

"Kate?" I don't believe it.