My eyes got a fill of his good looks before I replied. “You do look familiar.”
Staring at him up close, I rummage around my brain for possible places or occasions where I must’ve seen him before. Brío is the only place where I’d place him and his friend, at least from the way they dress up.
His name was Roman Castillo, and nope, we haven’t met at Brío. I’ve seen him in magazines and newspapers. He’s making a name in the real estate industry and as the heir to La Vista, which also explains why he was sitting as a judge in the competition. That doesn’t explain why he said I look familiar. From how confident he speaks, I can tell that he’s one of those guys who threw that line to any woman they see.
He and Nicolás, his sage green-eyed friend with tousled dark hair, invited us to stroll around the plaza for the fair. I was supposed to head home straight after the event to help mom prepare for the bakeshop tomorrow, but she said I should have fun. I’m trying.
Tina and Nicolás walked ahead of us, engrossed in deep conversation, halting in front of a stall with colorful sombreros. I learned Tina is friends with them. Both guys studied abroad and haven’t returned to Las Mencía for the last five years.
I held churros in my hand while the other kept brushing against Roman’s as people squeezed through us to their destination. At one point, I tumbled on him when a group of teenagers ran past us. He caught me, and I felt a stronger wave of electricity as he steadied me. His hands, warm and big, felt so good against my skin.
How can I have fun like this?
“Sorry,” I mumbled, unsure of how to start a conversation with him. We’ve been walking in silence, looking like chaperones for Tina and Nicolás.
“I didn’t peg you for a shy one,” he said in fluent English, yet with that sexy Spanish accent. I don’t understand my thoughts. It’s like I lost the ability to think straight.
Pushing myself away from his hold, I lowered my gaze on the ground while heat flowered from the center of my body. I don’t know why he said that. Lifting my gaze to stare into his eyes, we faced one another, eyes locked with pure, unadulterated intensity. The world moves forward while we’re stuck in our own bubble in the middle of the street.
He chuckled, the sound mingling with the mariachi’s beautiful music at the end of the cobblestone path.
My eyes narrowed to slits. “Are you making fun of me?” I murmured, more like snarled, which made his lips pull into a sexy smirk.
Damn that smile.
I think my brain turned to goo.
God. Why was I feeling like this?
He tipped his head to the side, still smirking, “you were different earlier on the stage, muñeca.”
What is that Spanish word? What if he was calling me something bad? Or dirty?
“W-what does that mean?” my grip on the wrap of churros tightened.
“Muñeca?” he asked, and I nodded. He stepped forward. I stepped back, but he wrapped his arms around my waist, invading my personal space.
My heart did a strange leap at our closeness. He was even larger up close, much more alluring. There was no flaw in his face. Even those freckles on the tip of his nose seemed to add to his charm. The soft waterfall of dark locks that framed his face fell in waves, grazing my cheeks when he leaned forward.
Instinctively, I leaned my head back, but he pulled me closer. A gasp slipped past my lips when I came in contact with a wall of rigid muscles.
“Go out with me, and I’ll tell you,” he mumbled. His voice, warm and velvety, I want to hear it again.
“I-I have work tomorrow.” Wrong answer. I should’ve rejected him and told him I’m not into dating, nor would it be a priority of mine, but there was a silly side of me that wanted to see him again.
“What time should I pick you up?” he reached for the strand of my hair with his free hand, while the one around me gripped my hips deliciously, making my eyes flutter shut.
I shook my head, swallowing hard under his gaze that could sear through steel.
He tucked out his lower lip in a cute pout, twirling a strand of my hair in his fingers. “You’ve won something else tonight, muñeca.”
Maybe that word isn’t that bad. He utters it like it was an endearment, or at least it sounded like that. “I did?”
He hummed, nodding while his fingers traced my jaw to my chin. “Sí”
The pad of his thumb sailed ever so softly over my lips, turning my knees to jelly. “W-what?”
“Mi corazón.”
Smooth. My cheeks burned in response. A sweet talker with a beautiful face who smelled very nice, like summer on the beach bottled in one. The label: Dangerously sweet.
His thumb, still hovering over my lip, pulled the lower one from my furious teeth clamping on it. “Eres tan hermosa, Viviana. I want to kiss you.” (You’re so beautiful)
My name never sounded so beautiful before. I’m slowly falling for his charm, but not quite. “Oh, you do?” I set my hand over his chest; a strong prickle flowed through my palms.
Roman nodded in response, smirking, eyes darkening as they settled on my lip and back to my eyes. He leaned closer, our lips almost touching; my heart was doing shitty flips—dummy organ.
“You have to work for that, Señor Castillo,” I smirked at the bewilderment that washed over his face.
Tina’s voice calling my name rang over the buzz of people around us. I dusted Roman’s chest; his arms still winded around my waist. “You can let go now,” I mumbled, keeping my voice from stuttering.
If I hadn’t been as deranged as I was for the last couple of hours, it would be nice to continue this flirting expedition with him. He has the looks, the charm, the height, and that smile. But I’ll pass. Now is not the time to jump into any complicated things like men when I can’t even get a hold of myself.
Roman’s arm loosened around me; he was still giving me that stunned look, but what he said sent chills down my spine.
“You’ll be surprised how hardworking I am, muñeca.”
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If it were up to me, I’d spend my day working for the bakeshop, but mom won’t allow me to do so. She saw moving here to Spain as an opportunity for me to start anew. She was keen on pushing me to make new friends and live my life the way I did before the accident.
I’m trying. Although obligatory, I swear I am. The ‘making new friends’ part was not that hard to obey; the other thing was.
I didn’t take Roman’s words seriously. How can I, really? Meeting him yesterday left me wondering if everything that happened was just another glitch in my head. The one thousand dollar check waiting to be deposited on my bank account tomorrow says it’s real. Still, I find it hard to believe that he would try to show me how ‘hard working’ he is.
Roman, sporting a plain white tee and dark, fitted jeans and biker boots, stood out among the masses that dropped by our shop every morning. I could barely count the bread I was stuffing inside each bag I served with every customer; knowing that one customer done also meant that he was getting closer to the counter where I was.
Juan still hasn’t come back from delivering the few restaurant orders for the morning. I’m literally sweating from moving around since before the crack of dawn—what a lovely time for him to see how I look in my messy state. Even if I have no intention of impressing him, I still feel self-conscious when he looks utterly edible in the morning.
“Hey,” I smiled, wiping my forehead with the white towel I had on the pocket of my apron. “Buenos días, what can I get you?” I’m mentally patting myself on the back for sounding so cool. Deep inside, I was freaking out.
I controlled the urge to sniff myself if I smelled okay. ‘The hell, Vi?’
“What time will you get off?” He questioned without preamble, eyes focused on the blackboard behind me, containing the drinks available for today and a few specialties.
“I’m busy all day,” I said, nails tapping on the counter, not from impatience but from anxiousness.
Roman tilted his head to the side, regarding me with curious eyes. “Coffee break?”
I shook my head, “working break.”
“Lunch?” I pressed my tongue on the insides of my cheeks, shaking my head. “You should file a complaint against your employer for not giving you a proper break, muñeca.”
I gnawed on my lip, wondering what mom would say if she heard Roman utter those words. Before I could respond, Juan came back with a grimace on his face, rounding the counter, removing his helmet with a huff.
“What’s up?” I asked, moving to serve Roman a latte, realizing that he might not be here to order at all, and the line is piling up.
“Flat tire,” he murmured, stepping inside the employee’s lounge. He came back seconds later in his Sweet Bits apron and took on the second counter. “Good thing it gave up in front of Benny’s house; I asked him to help me with the delivery.”
“I’ll get the truck to the shop tomorrow,” I told him to ease his worry. Juan has been pretty helpful with the shop; he’s even using his own car for the shop’s delivery. “And reimburse your expenses for the tires.”
“Thanks, Vee,” he waved, “but it’s about to happen, anyway.”
I finished making the latte, served it to the waiting Roman. “It’s on me,” I mumbled with a smile. I was hoping for him to sit down somewhere and not take up the entire space on my line of sight so I could continue working.
He studied the white ceramic cup, taking a languid sip without taking his eyes off of me. “I never thought you’d be that eager to go on a date with me.”
My mouth hung open at his words, “w-what?”
He tilted the coffee cup a bit. “It’s cute, although I don’t let my date pay for anything, amor, so let’s make it right, si?”
“I made you that coffee because I want you out of my sight!” I mumbled through gritted teeth.
The annoying man chuckled, “you don’t have to be shy. I knew you couldn’t resist me that long, so let me make it up to you.”
The counter between us didn’t faze him at all or the fact that people were watching us with amusement in their eyes. He reached for my chin, turned my face a little to the side, and planted his lips on my cheeks, using my stunted state to his advantage.
My eyes blinked rapidly; heat bloomed right where his soft lips caressed my skin. All I could do was watch him turn and head towards the corner booth, pinching my arm if this was even real.
Is he for real? And why did I just let him kiss me?
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When Roman finished his coffee, he walked out of the shop, and I felt somewhat torn between disappointment and relief. Anyway, I never thought he’d come here at all, much less stay until I’m free. Besides, I don’t want to go out with him-not really.
Ugh!
Mom walked inside the shop by lunchtime from meeting with Romina Rodríguez, pitching her designs for her daughter’s wedding next month.
“How did it go?” I asked, kissing her on the cheek.
“I got the deal,” she informed me, taking her suit jacket off while tying her loose brown curls up with the hair tie around her wrist.
“Oh, congrats, mom. But I knew you’d nail it.” I might be biased, but mom makes the best cake in the world. Okay, I’m extremely biased.
I poured her a glass of orange juice from the fridge. She took a sip from it, looking at me as if she remembered something. “You got the truck fixed already? How much did it cost?”
I shook my head, “not yet. I’ll call them later to ask for a mechanic.”
“But it’s already out of the garage.” My brows furrowed at her words. “And that mechanic is a hottie.” She wiggled her brows knowingly. Mom knew about Neil, and she kept on urging me to try and get out more often. Try dating again.
“What?” With eyes wide, I scrambled out of the bakeshop only to find our white delivery truck was indeed out of the garage. And the culprit was indeed a hottie.
My hands were clenching on my side as I crossed the street, headed towards the open garage of our home. How the hell did he even get inside the house?
“You,” I planted myself in front of a very sweaty Roman. It was hard to continue my rant out when the white tee he had clings like his second skin. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead while he wiped his greasy hand on the black towel hanging from the pocket of his jeans.
He shifted to face me, the hood of the car still wide open while he stared down at my five-foot-five glory.
“Me,” he mumbled, flashing me that patented smirk. It’s charming, but it’s starting to get on my nerves. It seems like that smile gets him off the hook all the time.
I swallowed hard, urging my eyes to stay focused on his face and not ogle him, but it was hard. I’ve always had a thing for men who have good hands with cars, plus truly hard working men are hot. Shaking that thought aside, I glared at him. “Why are you fixing our truck? And how did you get it out of the garage?”
“I told you I’ll make it up to you. And Juan let me in.”
So I’m in this situation because of that latte? And why did Juan let this stranger inside our home? I need to have a chat with that kid about security. He will never hear the end of it. I grew up with mostly mom and me in the house, and Dad imparted that security should never be taken lightly.
As if reading my thoughts, Roman set his hands over my shoulder. He acts so cool and confident around me, making the gesture of holding me look so natural. He smelled of grease, yet his citrus ocean scent still lingers in the air. “Amor, before you scold the poor kid, I told him I’m helping my girlfriend out.”
“Y-your what?!”
Roman stared at me as if I was speaking Martian. He was in deep thought; a crease was present on his sweaty forehead. My shoulders were starting to relax, assuming that he found his claim unreasonable. When he opened his mouth, however, I nearly tripped while standing flat on my shoes. “Have we had sex before?” he asked with utter seriousness, as if he was asking me what date it was. “What!?” I slapped his hand from my shoulder, “no. And no, that’s not gonna happen.” He tilted his head to the side, still with that crease on his forehead. “You really look familiar, amor. But no one has ever denied having sex with me, so I believe you.” Seriously. This man has no filter! I did not need to know that detail, and I still have
~Roman~ I reminded myself to take things slowly, to respect her boundaries, as she warned me this morning. It was fucking hard not to touch her, kiss her. I’m not the kind of guy who does the courting thing. There was no need for that in my world. But she has proven that she's different from the women I’ve been with before. And I promised her mom that my intention for her daughter was more than a one-time thing. She’s a sweet lady, Janet, but there was an underlying threat in her voice when she talked to me before calling Viviana down from her room earlier - more like grilled me in the span of five minutes. I don’t date. I don’t pick up girls from their homes or bring them flowers because they’re usually crawling around my feet, offering themselves to my disposal. Being ‘me’ has its perks, but most of the time, n
~Roman~ Viviana moaned in a frenzy as I sucked on the tip of her tongue. She squirmed above me when I gripped her creamy thigh with one hand while the other traced the outline of her panties. A thong to be precise, a lacy one. I indulge in this discovery, marking one of the checklists I noted in my head on my crash course, Viviana. I swallowed the gasp she released, pressing my thumb on the fabric of her underwear, growling when I realized that she’d made a mess down there. “Viviana,” I didn’t want to let her lips go, but we were both running out of breath. This was one of those times when I hoped that breathing wasn’t a necessity in life. Her lips tasted of vanilla with a pinch of the wine we had over dinner. She whimpered, eyes fluttering close when I traced the le
~Roman~ I drove over the speed limit, aiming to head straight to my bedroom and take care of the tightening in my jeans. A cold shower, perhaps. But seeing my father’s SUV parked in front of my villa was a somewhat effective way of killing this lust I garnered in my time with Viviana, anger replacing it. When I got home from Nevada, the first thing I did was to overhaul this place - mom’s place, which she left in my care. From locks, wiring, even the walls. I had every runner from the club turn this place over inside out. Having a bug in my home, or worse, having someone watching me in my private hours, is the last thing I wanted. It’s better to be safe than sorry. I got my father’s invitation to a meeting as soon as I set foot in Spain six days ago. There was no rea
~Viviana~ Since moving here to Spain, my day begins and ends with thoughts of how I would help mom. We would wake up before the crack of dawn; she’d busied herself baking while I took over the customer area of Sweet Bits. Now, however, another thought is running through my head as I clean up tables while waiting for customers to come in. Roman. When he drove me home last night, we kissed some more in his car. Mom was already asleep when I stepped inside, and I hadn’t told her about Roman’s invitation for the weekend. I told Roman that mom wouldn’t allow me to spend the weekend with him in the heat of the moment. In reality, I was the one who was skeptical about his invitation. The attraction between us was explosive. It’
~Roman~ It was nearing midday outside, but time doesn’t really matter when you are underground. Below the Outlaws Tavern, a human ring formed by club members betting on Mateo and me. They cheered like we were gamecocks as excitement oozed from all corners of the basement, waiting for a bloody cockfight. This is where we settle the club members’ differences, and this is the first time I’ve ever been below the flickering, reticent fluorescent lights, facing one of my brothers. All because of a woman. Also, a first, but will surely be the last. This man seemed to have forgotten what the Outlaws stand for. “Welcome home, cabrón,” Mateo murmured, both of us stepping clockwise, seizing one another. Our hands, wrapped with white bandages, leveled with our chest, knuckles cr
~Love is patient; Love is kind. For two hearts lost in the world of danger and deceit, Love is A Game With No Rules.~ Hello, thank you for reaching this far on the story ;)I’d like to introduce my books before AGWNR if it’s your first time stumbling upon my work. 1|Devin ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance2|Don’s Fiancée ~ Mafia Romance3|Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.]4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone]5|Falling For My Husband ~ Mafia Romance Lastly, this novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. Don't forget to follow me on lnstagram CastielLj for updates on my works ;)xx P.S. This book will be a lot longer than my previous ones.
~Viviana~My day went on without the presence of Roman. Not that I’ve been thinking about him since I woke up, or I’ve been waiting for a message or call from him, not really. He promised to see me today but didn’t specify the time, and now that the day is almost at its end, I’m torn between being grateful and upset that he decided not to pursue me anymore.My shift ended at Brío, and I walked home with Maya like every night. Through the entire twenty-minute stroll, Maya couldn’t stop grilling me about Roman. I think she’s more excited than me about this huge turn on my non-existent love life.It’s too early to put a label on what Roman and I have, and I don’t want to put any label on it, for that matter. But from what my friends told me about him, this is the f
~Viviana~ Our wedding passed by like bliss. I hardly paid attention to everything that we rehearsed, the vow I’ve written, the food we’ve taken time to choose, and the toast by Nico and Tina for Roman and me. Everything was perfect, I’m sure, because now I’m wearing my wedding ring and have Roman’s name. All I wanted to do was get Roman alone. If it was up to me, I would invite him to miss out on our own reception and act as though we’re eloping teenagers, get away with him. But I can’t do that. Nana Teresa was here, and she’d kill us if we did - literally. My mom, who walked me down the aisle and handed my hand to Roman with teary eyes, might understand our eagerness to be alone, but that won’t stop her from chastising us. We cannot just abandon our friends who witn
~Roman~ It’s funny how time flies by when it felt like yesterday; I was naked, kneeling down on one knee, pleading for Viviana to accept me and be my wife. Three months have gone by since then. In our villa’s guest room in Las Mencía, I studied the reflection of the man staring back at me in the full-body mirror. A perfectly pressed Prussian-blue suit clung to his body with crisp white dress shirt underneath and a tie with light blue and silver patterns clinging to the collar. A boutonniere of white orchids and lavenders attached to his lapel, a miniature version of his wife’s bridal bouquet. What he wore looks expensive, a magazine-worthy attire, but that isn’t what he wanted to freeze at this moment. It’s the happiness
~Viviana~ It was no surprise that everyone was already out of the villa when Roman and I stepped out of our room. No wonder they put me far from everyone’s room. I don’t know if I should be thankful to my friends for torturing me. They knew how much I missed Roman and still kept this a secret from me. Anyway, what matters is Roman is here. I won’t feel rueful to have fun while he’s still working. “You should’ve told me.” I nudged his shoulder as we walked down the stone path leading to the beach. We were both sporting casual beachwear. Topping our swimwear with white tanks, khaki shorts, and flip-flops. Sunglasses protect our eyes, but our smiles mirror one another. Roman had his hair tied in a low ponytail while mine was in a high ponytail.
~Viviana~Saturday morning, Penny practically knocked down my door and strutted into my room. I lay on my front, covering my head with a pillow, when she tried to wake me up. When I kept on refusing to get out of bed, Penny dropped her voluptuous blond ass on my back.“Get off!” I groaned, wiggling from under her, but she shifted and draped her entire frame over me like there was no human being under her.“It smells like shit in here,” she murmured, lying eagle spread above me, her front pressed on my back. “No wonder Roman isn’t eager to go home to you.”“Shut up,” I groaned, voice muffled by the mattress as Penny made herself comfortable.It has been six agonizing days s
~Roman~Three days. That’s how long I’ve been away from Viviana, and I was already losing my cool. Turns out, Rio didn’t only make a mess at the Phantom’s pub, but he also messed up a business deal Red was trying to close that night.No wonder Red was damned pissed he didn’t even want to answer my calls. I had to get to the bottom of the situation before seeing him personally. We might be friends, but just like me, he also answers to the people he’s working with.“What do you want?” Was Red’s warm welcome to me, a scowl etched on his face.He kept the door of his Malibu mansion wide open. I took it as an offer to come in. If this was any other guy, I wouldn’t walk through the angry lion’s den. But Red and
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~Viviana~One could hardly tell Rio and Roman’s relationship based on their looks. Roman had electric blue eyes while Rio had smoke-gray hues. Roman had sharp jaws, high cheekbones, while Rio had soft-edged jaws and delicate-looking cheeks.Last I saw him, his figure was lean, not too muscular but taut enough that you’ll know he’s taking good care of his body. Now, he’s almost flesh and bones. His hollow cheeks forced his cheekbones to look edgy, the kind that tells a story on its own. He’s deprived of nutrients - by choice or not, I couldn’t tell. His skin was dry as if one scratch and he’ll bleed. The white shirt he had on and jeans were hanging loose on his body as if they were two sizes too big on him.Even in this state, my heart is void of sympathy for him. All I have
~Viviana~After making sure that Roman had already boarded his flight to California, I also boarded my flight to Colorado.I never thought I would exploit having Zia as a friend, but she and Xavier were more than happy to help me, tossing in Bo as my company. As the miles between me and my hometown grew thinner, my heart kept pulsing against my temple, turning my vision hazy and the knots in my stomach twisted painfully.It had been seven years since the last time I set foot in the states. Even when Lu told me it was already safe for me to go back, I refused to do so. His warning to stay away from US grounds gave me a reason not to visit the painful memory this place had given me, and I kept holding onto it up to this day.Tot steps, I told myself. I have to face my fear
~Viviana~ After giving me a chance to catch my breath, Roman slipped out of bed and headed to the ensuite just in time for the dawn to break. The explosion of orange, yellow, and delicate pink slivers passing through the ajar balcony door bounced on my face, making my eyes squint. Groaning, I groped for a pillow and shielded my face from the soft morning light. The soft tap of Roman’s feet on the carpet mingled with his hearty chuckle. “Come on now,” he scooped my tender frame in his arms, taking me into the bathroom. I sighed as soon as my body submerged into the warm water he filled the tub with. He set me in the middle, sliding in behind me, his masculine scent mixed with the evidence of our coupling, and violet mist demanded me to keep my eyes closed.