Episode 1

My name is Valeria Guzman and I am currently 24 years old and I'm not going to paint you a wonderful excuse of how I ended up being the lover of a man 18 years older than me. Yes, as you are reading it, my sentimental partner is a 42-year-old man and he is the one who "sponsors" my grandiose life of luxury, but before continuing and that you hate me, let me tell you how it all happened, I know that there is no valid justification, but it is not like I robbed or murdered and much less stole anyone's husband. I am an adult woman who made a decision and assumes everything that this entails.

It all started when I was 22 and I was drowning in endless debts with 3 part-time jobs, I could barely survive day to day. I studied at a public institute, but that did not mean that the material was also free. The situation was bleak and simply exhausting.

One day I could not resist the pressure anymore when I saw the eviction sign for non-payment pasted on my door, what was the point of working so hard if in the end nothing changed. I let myself collapse in that ugly hallway while remembering a conceited girl from my classroom.

That girl who used to be in my same class one day, as if by magic, changed completely, arriving with branded bags and beautiful clothes, even inviting several students to eat in expensive places. I remember thinking for hours how the hell she did it to change her life like that and one night I discovered it.

Her group of friends arrived just at the place where I worked as a waitress and while cleaning the table right next to theirs I heard their conversation.

"Girls, soon I'm going to move to a nice apartment in the center, my dear is so generous with me."

"Aren't you disgusted, he is 20 years older than you."

"Tell me baby, would you be disgusted to go out wearing these luxury clothes accompanied by a designer bag and return to a fully furnished apartment without having to pay a single penny for it."

"Well, it's not free either."

"My darling gives me everything I need and in return I make him happy so it's a fair agreement for both of us. I prefer this a thousand times to ending up with a deadbeat who can't even afford tacos at the corner."

"It's amazing how you think."

"If you were smart you would understand that the guys our age are good for nothing more than a good fuck and many cheates, but a mature man who has already lived his life not only gives you comfort but also security, they do know how to treat you like a queen."

They were discussing the pros and cons of that controversial lifestyle, but for me it was the solution I was begging for so much, I desperately needed to find a way out, I was breaking my back and I was not getting any results so I did not think about it and when my shift was over I went straight to the apartment and chose the most beautiful dress I had, the best thing is that it was not blatant and gave me an air of mature woman who knows what she wants.

My stupid fantasy that everything would go well for me from the beginning quickly vanished when I saw that all I was getting was unpleasant men who were more broken than me.

I went through a couple of places without any luck until from an exclusive restaurant I saw the perfect man come out with his impeccable suit, his perfume was of a fragrance that I had never known in my poor life. He was the perfect man so I quickly threw myself into his arms, literally cornering him against the wall.

His cold look made me doubt. - Sorry I just twisted my ankle.

"Are you okay?"

"It hurts a little."

To my surprise, far from pushing me away, he lifted me in his arms and took me inside his car, the driver watched us through the rearview mirror and at a simple signal he began the journey. During the trip I did not dare to say anything, in fact all the confidence I had had already vanished from me.

What if he's taking me to the police station? How the hell am I going to pay a fine when I can't even pay rent.

I was amazed when we stopped in front of a luxurious hotel and that man extended his hand to help me down. My head was a mess, I wanted to run away, but at the same time I couldn't; I wouldn't have another opportunity like this.

He remained silent until we reached the room, I, scared, simply sat on the couch. His high-pitched voice echoed in the silent place.

"Is your ankle feeling better?"

"Ah emm yes, it doesn't hurt so much anymore. Thank you for your help."

I see him go to the bar and pour himself a drink of whiskey while my heart beat faster and faster.

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