Okay... it's one of those fucked up days, I thought, throwing the phone on the couch just to see it bounce and land flat on its screen on the tiled floor. Shit! that didn't sound good; I picked it up and saw the screen shattered. FUUUUUUCK! Fuccck!
It's okay; I have insurance... but Fuck! Inspecting the screen, I see an IG DM from Camilla.
"Do not let Fred inside! He is dangerous!" LoL, of course I thought so, that femme fatale intuition at work, she almost guessed it all right, he was indeed about to show up and crash on my couch. I reply: "Hey Camilla, we spoke on the phone 3 minutes ago; he's quite distressed after what happened between the two of you tonight..; he needs to take it easy. Take care of yourself." / "And sorry for your dog - RIP."
I throw back the phone on the couch, this time more gently — what a shitshow. I had mixed feelings about Camilla; she was a golddigger. I met her in Calvi summer of 2018 during a business trip. She was bartending at Tao; that club was hectic. She was the only good thing there, so I sat all night at the bar chatting and drinking with her. She knew how to motivate me. At around 4 AM, after the 20'th shot of tequila, she grabbed my collar with one hand, pulled me over the bar, kissed me, and whispered in my ear; "I like you, stay with me till the end of my shift, and I will show you what I'm best at" turning around slowly pushing her ass up so I can take a good look at it and, smiles back at me nasty. Of course, I stayed and took her to my hotel; we fucked till midday, and that night she stuck around for dinner, and I didn't quite mind till she met Fed, who fell in love with her on the spot. In his characteristic style, he ordered champagne and three more bottles of wine, showered her with compliments, and told her she was the most beautiful woman in the world. The bastard started talking about marriage. I watched this entire show speechless like a program on the discovery channel, catching a glimpse from the corner of my eye at Camilla, giggling and pretending to be listening with interest. "Mark, I like your friend; he is so funny" Yea, right, I thought. Fed wanted to show off, so he drove us in his brand new Taycan turbo s to the restaurant on the beach. It was no surprise Camilla liked him.
The boiler apparently was fucked too; nothing was working. I get dressed, open the windows to let some air in, return to the living room, and make myself an espresso. I pick up the phone and see another message from Camilla: "He's got a knife tucked in his jacket, be careful!". Strange, why would he walk around with a knife? I called him back, but he wouldn't answer. Fed and I have been friends for over ten years. We had a special bond, something Camilla could never understand... I wrote back to her: "Maybe he wants to make himself a sandwich, chill." I heard the doorbell ring; I open the door, it was Fed.
Mark: Yo man?
Fed: Yo, thanks bro.
Mark: Do you have a fucking knife on you?
Fed: Yea bro, (pulling a large Japanese kitchen knife from his jacket)
Mark: Oh, nice. Damascus steel. Is it an original?
Fed: What do you think bro? Of course, it is, and it's for sale; special offer for you half the price, only 900€ but I need em cash, today.
Mark: No worries bro, I'll get you some cash, but you have to tell me what happened with you and Camilla? She's freaked out
It's okay; I have insurance... but Fuck! Inspecting the screen, I see an IG DM from Camilla.
"Do not let Fred inside! He is dangerous!" LoL, of course I thought so, that femme fatale intuition at work, she almost guessed it all right, he was indeed about to show up and crash on my couch. I reply: "Hey Camilla, we spoke on the phone 3 minutes ago; he's quite distressed after what happened between the two of you tonight..; he needs to take it easy. Take care of yourself." / "And sorry for your dog - RIP."
I throw back the phone on the couch, this time more gently — what a shitshow. I had mixed feelings about Camilla; she was a golddigger. I met her in Calvi summer of 2018 during a business trip. She was bartending at Tao; that club was hectic. She was the only good thing there, so I sat all night at the bar chatting and drinking with her. She knew how to motivate me. At around 4 AM, after the 20'th shot of tequila, she grabbed my collar with one hand, pulled me over the bar, kissed me, and whispered in my ear; "I like you, stay with me till the end of my shift, and I will show you what I'm best at" turning around slowly pushing her ass up so I can take a good look at it and, smiles back at me nasty. Of course, I stayed and took her to my hotel; we fucked till midday, and that night she stuck around for dinner, and I didn't quite mind till she met Fed, who fell in love with her on the spot. In his characteristic style, he ordered champagne and three more bottles of wine, showered her with compliments, and told her she was the most beautiful woman in the world. The bastard started talking about marriage. I watched this entire show speechless like a program on the discovery channel, catching a glimpse from the corner of my eye at Camilla, giggling and pretending to be listening with interest. "Mark, I like your friend; he is so funny" Yea, right, I thought. Fed wanted to show off, so he drove us in his brand new Taycan turbo s to the restaurant on the beach. It was no surprise Camilla liked him.
The boiler apparently was fucked too; nothing was working. I get dressed, open the windows to let some air in, return to the living room, and make myself an espresso. I pick up the phone and see another message from Camilla: "He's got a knife tucked in his jacket, be careful!". Strange, why would he walk around with a knife? I called him back, but he wouldn't answer. Fed and I have been friends for over ten years. We had a special bond, something Camilla could never understand... I wrote back to her: "Maybe he wants to make himself a sandwich, chill." I heard the doorbell ring; I open the door, it was Fed.
Mark: Yo man?
Fed: Yo, thanks bro.
Mark: Do you have a fucking knife on you?
Fed: Yea bro, (pulling a large Japanese kitchen knife from his jacket)
Mark: Oh, nice. Damascus steel. Is it an original?
Fed: What do you think bro? Of course, it is, and it's for sale; special offer for you half the price, only 900€ but I need em cash, today.
Mark: No worries bro, I'll get you some cash, but you have to tell me what happened with you and Camilla? She's freaked out
