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Andrea couldn't concentrate on the meeting with the partners, he had the cat-eyed beggars stuck in his head.

"Fuck! What's wrong with you, man? Have you never seen a woman?" He mentally reprimanded himself trying to get the little woman out of his mind. But she had her little pink lips, her dazzling red hair, and her upturned nose etched in her mind. She was very beautiful, sexy, and definitely for the bitter CEO Andrea Laureti it was a warmth to his beautiful, but lonely body.

After attending the meeting, his chauffeur drove him home, more burdened with work than when he went. He didn't pay any attention to what investors were talking about, and now he had more doubts than clarifications about the electric toy station that his sister Fernanda wanted to create.

He rolled down the car window to light a cigarette, he couldn't help but think of Astrid, it had been two years since her death, and he still remembered her every day, he missed her so much, that he hadn't fallen in love with any other woman again.

As he poured in the cigarette, suddenly Amber's eyes came to his mind.

"What an insolent little girl." He smiled, shaking his head.

When he saw the car pull into the mansion, he threw away the butt of his cigarette. He didn't want his nanny, Ramona, to bother him with the issue that was bad for his health.

He got out of the car, removing his jacket to feel more comfortable when he heard the screams of his little boy running down the stairs.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy!" Dante cried the little boy who, though he did not bear his blood, loved with his soul.

Andrea bent down to pick him up and hold him to his chest.

"Hello champion, did you miss me?" He asked, taking it and twirling with it in the air.

"Hmm," he put his little hand in thought. A little daddy, it's just that my uncle Fernando came and kept me company all afternoon," Andrea smiled. She likes having her twin at home; many times, he felt lonely and if it weren't for the fact that the nanny had gone to live with them, he would surely have fallen into depression after Astrid's death.

"And where's that melon head?" He asked, entering the house.

"He's in the pool, he said he'd be with girls," Andrea frowned. I didn't understand why Fernando was so promiscuous. He didn't like the fact that I took it upon himself to bring women into the house. What could his son learn if he saw his uncle with a different woman every time he came?

With wrinkled eyebrows, he led the boy into the kitchen. There was a tremendous uproar in the background, which annoyed Andrea greatly.

"Nana, you can make Dante cereal and put him to bed, I'll go talk to Fernando," she asked Ramona entering the kitchen, who was heavy on work because of the private party Fernando had organized.

"It's okay my boy, try not to bother yourself too much, you should go and have some fun too," said the elderly woman with a smile. Andrea glared at her. He wasn't going to allow just any woman to touch his body, he only had one mistress, with whom he vented his anger from time to time, and he was someone "decent".

He walked to the pool and was paralyzed by the sight of the great scene.

Fernando was with two women on the edge of the pool, making out with one, while the other was tucked into his lap.

Andrea's eyes widened.

"Fernando Laureti!" He cried out with rage. He felt that his heart was going to burst with annoyance at any moment.

"Andrea, join in, man, come here," said the twin, as soon as he realized that his dear brother had arrived.

Andrea was motionless, unable to believe what he was seeing, couldn't he settle for a woman? Why did it have to be two? Fuck! From whom had he gotten the promiscuous?

Fernando, seeing that Andrea did not move, left the small and beautiful women there, to take him by the hand.

"Yes, let that daddy join!" One of them shouted.

Andrea looked her up and down like she was crazy and set his sights on his brother's.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked annoyed.

"Please, Andrea, you haven't done it so long that you don't know what I'm doing.

"You crazy beggar, you know what I mean.

"It's just sex, you know, blondes, rich things, women, fun, come on, cheer up, tomorrow we have to go back to work, and you need to be relaxed," he tried to pull him to drag him with him, but Andrea stopped him.

"Get out!" He shouted annoyed.

"Calm down, brother, don't ruin my fun," Ferdinand pleaded with his hands. He walked over to grab them by the hands and pull them out.

"Fernando, won't you do anything?" One of them asked when she saw that the young man did not move.

"I'm sorry, he's older than me, and I can't contradict him," he beckoned.

When he saw the women leave, he turned to Andrea with a smile...

"You're the best fucking twin ever," Andrea looked at him strangely. He was supposed to have ruined his private party. Why was his brother's madman thanking him?

"I've always thought that I stole parts of your neurons when we were in my mother's womb, because you're completely unhinged. Andrea asked, surprised.

"I just didn't know how to get rid of them, I have a date with a beautiful woman who wants me to be her master and I couldn't figure out how to get there," Andrea shook his head.

"You're the shame of my family!" She shouted as she saw him leave.

Fernando smiled as he shook his hand excitedly.

"And the most handsome!" Andrea smiled. He was the only one who made her smile.

They were so physically identical that it was almost impossible to recognize them, if it wasn't for Fernando having a tattoo on his arm, it would be impossible to do it, only Evangelina could do it without even looking at them. She said that each one had a different smell and look, but of the rest, the twins had managed to fool even their own father. However, they had a very distinct personality. Andrea was a serious and arrogant man, and Fernando was the crazy man of the family, a womanizer like Demetrio, but with that youthful and fresh touch that characterized him.

With a more relaxed body she went up to her room to take a shower, she knew that Fernando had an apartment in the city and would surely stay there, she had never been there, but she was aware that it was the room she used to subdue her submissives. The man was obsessed with sex, and constantly, although he took many women to bed, he always had a sex slave whom he would dryly subdue to soothe his lustful desires.

After taking a bath, she had a light dinner and went to her son's room. He was already asleep and looked like an angel. She lay down next to him, spooning him to sleep while stroking his head.

"How I wish I could change the world to one that was perfect for you, my son, and for your mother to be alive, or perhaps to give you one that would give you the warmth you need," he exclaimed.

...

Amber tiptoed up the stairs of her house without anyone hearing her. I lived in a beautiful house in an expensive area of Florida. Her mother was a wealthy woman, but after having died a few years earlier she had had to go out to work, which was difficult for her, because she had never done so, in fact, she had never washed dishes or served food; She always had it all, but despite that she was raised with so much love and humility that it was not a problem for her to work.

"Amber, Dad, wants to know if you brought the money," he turned slowly to see Angelica at the bottom of the stairs.

"Dad, you couldn't get your own money," he snorted. Like you Angelica, I shouldn't be the one who worked for the debts of the house, I'm tired of everything I earn being asked for.

"You know Daddy is sick..."

"And you can't ruin your beautiful nails to help me?" I work my life, so they don't take our house, and you just don't consider me. She shouted up the stairs, but a few minutes later her sister came up to interrupt her as she took off her clothes.

"You know that if you don't cooperate Daddy will kick you out of the house, my mother didn't leave anything to you Amber, I've told you a thousand times, everything belongs to me, I'm the universal heiress of this house, so if you don't want to sleep like a dog under a bridge, you'd better give us money," said her sister wickedly.

Amber swallowed thickly.

"I don't want to sleep under a bridge." He thought in fear just imagining it.

With a lump in her throat, she went to the closet where she had some small savings and under the gaze of her sister, she took out some bills.

"Please save it, I've been fired from my job, and I don't have much saved," he said, handing the bill to his sister, who immediately took it with a smile.

Amber's tears fell to the floor. It was the money he was saving for his studies. She had barely finished high school, and she wanted to study so much fashion design that she had saved up for enrollment.

"Someday I'll fulfill my dreams," he said as he stroked one of his designs on the wall of his room.

...

The alarm barely sounded. Amber rushed out to the shower, quickly dressed in some of the clothes her mother wore when she had business dinners and left for the company.

"'Office 145, arrive early and try to be discreet, the boss is moody.'" He read the message while driving his mother's car.

It was the only thing they let her use of her, and that's because she had to work to maintain them.

When he reached the huge building he opened his lips wide, it was immense.

She hurriedly got out of the car. She looked beautiful, even though she was simple Amber didn't even realize how beautiful she was, how beautiful her curves were.

When she entered the building, all eyes fell on her. With those red hairs that matched her lips perfectly, she couldn't go unnoticed.

He looked around to know which way to go and came across the elevators on the right.

"Wait, sir, don't close!" He yelled as he ran so he wouldn't close the elevator.

At that moment when she ran agitated, the heel of her high sandals bent, causing her to fall on top of a tall man with blue eyes, scattering the documents that the young man had in his hand.

Andrea Laureti felt rage take hold of him when he saw the papers scattered around the place, it was Fernanda's new project!

"Damn, child! Don't you know that there are two elevators to take? Andrea exclaimed, not seeing her and leaving her lying on the floor.

Fernando, who had noticed the fall, bent down to the girl to take her by the hand.

"Try not to fall on him, there are better options next time," she said, referring to him as she held out her hand.

Amber stood up, taking Fernando's hand, and was speechless.

"Shit! I've hit myself so hard that now I see double," she thought, clutching her head, frustrated.

"Pick up the papers and stop looking at the clumsy one, like this," Andrea inferred, swallowing thickly when he realized that it was the same one from the restaurant.

"And what is Mr. Aceite doing here?" he thought, looking at the young woman, her heart pounding.

Amber was going to protest: "Who was he to call him clumsy?"

"Look, Mr. Bird, it's not that I'm clumsy, it's that you, you..." Andrea looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "He's conceited..." He snorted, taking the other elevator.

"She's cute, isn't she?" Fernando asked when he saw how his twin had been stunned by the sight of the girl.

"Normal," Andrea cleared his throat nervously.

"Normal?! You look like a sensational Saturday comedian, normal!!

"Leave me alone!" She glared at him.

When Andrea arrived at his office, he found that his new secretary had not arrived, he was about to leave to send for another one, when the door of the office opened deftly.

"You?" The two asked, puzzled at the same time.