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I DON’T KNOW why I told him that, but I’m relieved. The news has been nagging at me since earlier, like a tiny splinter that progressively gets worse as the hours pass.
My mother is leaving my father, something that isn’t allowed inside of our social circle. First families don’t split up. You don’t air your dirty laundry for the world to see.
Instead, you shut up and suffer in silence.
The husband is the head of your familial unit, and his decisions are the law.
You have no word or say. Nothing comes before having the perfect unifying appearance for your constituents to envy.
But why now? Why is she doing this after confirming a wedding I want no part of?
“I don’t like it when you look sad.” His voice pulls me away from my thoughts. “All you need to do is ask, and I’ll fix it. Tell me what you need.”
“You are nothing like I thought you’d be.” My voice is low inside the car, my attention solely on him and not the world around us as his employees retake their posts and the ones who’re in charge of Signio’s well-being have disappeared to another section of his property.
Something that should worry me but doesn’t. I don’t care about him in the least.
And while Laura’s blinded by pretty words and empty promises, I’ve always known he was just another opportunistic abuser. Another man like the ones whose blood runs through my veins.
Alejandro exits the car, a chuckle escaping right before closing his door. I watch him as he comes around to my side, his natural swagger holding just the right amount of cockiness, and the smirk on his lips is maddening. In an amazing way. In a panty-destroying way. He’s enjoying my perusal while making me wait—not that I’m made to sit here for long—at the most thirty seconds pass when my door is opened and his hand appears in my line of sight.
There’s not a single second of hesitation from me as I let him pull me out. No regret as he wraps an arm around my waist and keeps me flush against his chest, lips hovering over my temple. A tiny kiss, and I shiver. A firmer grip and I bring my arms up, wrapping them around his neck, something that without these high heels I’d never be able to do.
Tipping my head back, I meet his warm eyes. They crinkle a bit at the corner with his smile. “Hello, Mr. Lucas.”
“Hello, Miss Quintero.” The long fingers of his unoccupied hand embed in my hair, pulling out the few bobby pins on the right side where a section was pulled back before wrapping them around his fists. “What did you think I’d be like? What did you know about me?”
“A woman has a right to her secrets.”
“Not when it comes to us.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” His lips kiss a path down the side of my face until reaching the corner of my mouth. “Now answer the question, Solimar. What did you know about me?” The way he’s looking at me as if he already knows about my childhood crush makes me flush. It starts at my hairline and sweeps down in a telltale sign of my obsession. “Why are you blushing?”
“Can we skip this part of the evening?”
“I might be persuaded to push it back until later for a kiss.”
“How many and where?”
“That’s a dangerous offer to make.”
“How many and where?” I’ve never been so bold in my life, and what’s more dangerous is how naturally it comes with him. Even earlier today when Dad was sending me away with Signio, the urge to tell him how I felt was strong and had the man my father chose for me not pulled me away, the words would’ve slipped without a second thought. That courage comes from Alejandro. From being allowed to be me without fear of repercussion. “Time’s ticking, Mr. Lucas.”
“Five in total, and one on the mouth for now.”
“Deal—”
“But I choose the time to pick up this conversation again.”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, Patron.”
“Sassy little thing, aren’t you.”
“Sometimes…Alejandro!” It comes out a mixture between a giggle and a scream as he lifts me and throws me over his shoulder, marching up the steps of what I assume is his home. “Put me down!”
“No.” We’re not in the city, maybe a little over two hours out, but I’m not sure in which direction. I should’ve been paying better attention, but didn’t. Instead of looking at signs or taking notes of mile markers, I watched him drive. Took in the way his arms flexed as he changed gears. The tick of his jaw as my thighs clenched.
