SHORT STORY A WATCH FOR VALERIA
A WATCH FOR VALERIA
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A luxury car parked in a space near the corner of Wellington Street. Alejandro, a man of about 45, got out and, as he often did, headed towards the private club he frequented.
It was an ideal place to find middle-aged women, generally married and looking for adventures.
Nearby, a small car was heading to the same place when it managed to park. A beautiful young woman of about 30 got out and walked towards the club.
She opened the door, and in the dimness of this exclusive private club, where the smoke of cigars mingled with the intoxicating aroma of expensive perfume, her image immediately stood out. It was Valeria, a woman of hypnotic beauty and enigmatic gaze.
She wore a spectacular black dress, completely form-fitting, revealing curves that seemed sculpted by an artist. Her beautiful red lips promised secrets few dared to uncover.
Her objective was clear: to steal a priceless piece, an antique pocket watch encrusted with diamonds, belonging to Alejandro, the wealthy middle-aged man who had entered shortly before.
He was known for his fortune and his obsession with unique objects. Arrogant and confident, Alejandro had no idea that his world was about to change that night.
Valeria approached him with a smile that blended innocence and provocation. Her words were soft, her gestures calculated to attract his attention and disarm his vigilance.
The conversation flowed between glasses of whiskey and glances charged with desire. She listened, she learned, while her body brushed against his with a subtlety that ignited the atmosphere.
As she had anticipated, Alejandro invited her to his mansion, and Valeria accepted without hesitation. She knew that there, in the safety of his opulent home, she would have the perfect opportunity to execute her plan. The night unfolded amidst whispers and caresses, until, in a moment of distraction, Valeria slid her fingers to the inside pocket of Alejandro’s jacket.
With a dexterity born of experience, she removed the watch without him noticing. Her heart pounded, not only from the risk, but also from the adrenaline rush of this dangerous game.
Before Alejandro could react, she was already out, vanishing into the darkness with the most coveted piece in her hands. Dawn found her far from the city, with her prize and a satisfied smile. She had won more than a valuable object; she had conquered the power of seduction and cunning, leaving behind a man who never imagined falling victim to a woman as irresistible as she was lethal.
A Watch For Valeria – Short stories series – Copyright ©Montserrat Valls and Juan Genovés