Page 6 of Curve Ball
¡Hijo de puta!
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GAEL
The clock ticks away the seconds, each one a reminder of my loneliness. I lie in bed, phone clutched tightly, staring at her feed, aching for what could have been.
Adriana.
I wake up to the familiar hum of the city outside the window, the sun barely a hint on the horizon. My mind is already racing, filled with the echoes of last night’s encounter with Adriana. Her smile, her laugh, the way her eyes bore into mine when we had our brief flirting.
I need to see her again.
Getting out of bed, the cool morning air is a stark contrast to the heat of the thoughts filling my head. So I do the only thing I know will help calm my mind. I grab my gym bag, throwing in my workout clothes and a towel. The gym is my sanctuary, and maybe a good workout will clear my mind.
The stadium is quiet at this hour, the usual bustle of activity yet to begin. I make my way to the gym, the echo of my footsteps on the concrete are a steady rhythm that does little to calm the storm in my head. I hit the weights, pushing myself harder thanusual, trying to outrun the thoughts of her. Each rep is a battle, each set a war against the obsession that’s taking over.
I’ve never had a woman dig her nails this deep into me.
And what I would give to feel her scratching down my back.
Sweat drips down my face as I bench press, the barbell a blur above me.I can’t escape her.Her face is everything I see; her voice echoes in every sound. I’m losing this battle, and it’s only been a few hours since I last saw her.
Since I just met her.
I need to see her, to talk to her, to feel her under me. This longing is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and it’s consuming me.
Now I’m not normally a guy that hits it and dips out in the morning, and my gut is screaming at me that if this were to happen. If divine intervention brought her back to me, that’s not how it would go.
I mean, fuck, I’m already obsessing over her and all I know is her name.
With my workout finished, my body was spent, but my mind was still racing. I head to the showers, the hot water doing little to relax me.This is torture.I need to channel this energy to make it work for me instead of against me.
You know what? Fuck this! I can’t just sit around and wait for fate to bring her back into my life. I need to take action to find her and make her mine. The thought of her with someone else, of her not feeling this same pull, this same obsession, is unbearable. I know that if I can’t find her on my own, I could always reach out to Kai.
Isla is her best friend.
Would she really give me the number of her best friend, though? I mean, is there some sort of girl code that says she can’t?
Never mind, I can do this on my own.
When I get home, I toss my bag on the couch and head straight for the kitchen. Once I have a protein shake, some eggs, and tortillas, I park my ass at the bar and start digging. Adriana has already posted a story on her feed and it’s of her and the redhead from last night, getting coffee and breakfast at some local cafe. She looks like something I’d rather be eating for breakfast, and Mama looks like a whole fucking meal in her crop top and leggings.
Her crop top says, “Latinas do it better,” and my eyes zero in on what looks like her hard, pierced nipples.
“Fuck, Mama. You’re killing me.” I mutter under my breath as I reach down to adjust my cock that likes what I’m seeing.
The next few stories are of her back at her place—well, I’m assuming her place—getting ready for work and wishing her friend a happy wedding. The happy couple is eloping and left early this morning for Hawaii. Her last post is about going to Carbón in the city tonight to let loose.
Bingo!
Looks like I’m heading to the city tonight.
I know for a fact that Kai’s going to be busy with Isla, so I’m just going to fly solo and hope that Adriana doesn’t have any friends with her to get in the way again.
Carbón is a lively place,the bass of the reggaeton vibrating through the soles of my shoes as I step inside. The crowd is thick, bodies pressed together on the dance floor, but I don’t let it deter me. I scan the room, my eyes searching for that familiar face, that smile that has consumed me since I met her.
Come on, mama. Where you at?
