Christmas Eve arrived. It was a few hours before the beginning of the celebration.The most disconcerting thing for Carla, in all her life, was not having recognized an evildoer, an obstacle of her boss Maximiliano Bastidas, some months ago. Or collaborating with the city's justice system, or with the authorities, to have one of the most wanted men in the whole country imprisoned. Much less that those events that happened not so long ago made her and Max interact better, get to know each other a little more, just a little, and come to feel something, a kind of attraction that could be summed up physically.Nor was it finding out that her father had thought of her at a certain point in her life and left her an inheritance she did not want, much less signing a non-disclosure agreement and a prenuptial document, something she had never thought of doing, at least not under those circumstances and much less without a lawyer to back her up. What was truly disconcerting was receiving at home
"Can you explain to me how you're getting married? Have you gone crazy?!" Seda Bastidas arrived at Maximiliano's house as if she were the devil in the mood to argue that morning."Good morning, Mother," the son greeted, still eating his breakfast at the main table, while glancing at the newspaper, wearing blue pajama overalls and a white cotton flannel.His hair was wet because of the shower after exercising early in the morning."Please join me." He pointed to one of the chairs that were usually empty."Answer me, Maximiliano!"He raised his eyebrows and looked at her."Who told you?""Lenis Evans."Maximiliano sighed."I completely forgot that you two are friends.""Of course, we are friends, very close indeed. And as a good friend of mine, she asked me if I bought the dress for your wedding."Without remedy, Seda, a very well-preserved elderly woman, with long and abundant red hair, wearing long pants and armhole sleeves with bronze and white stripes, low and cork shoes, plus a pai
The task was done for Maximiliano. The prenuptial contract was in front of him, George had sent it to him.The plans of the English property too there, on the other side, he had been looking at them since the morning, after the discussion with Carla in the living room of his house. Never forget the reason that business strategy exists and is worth it.He leaned his body against his chair and sighed, felt pissed off with himself. Never treated a woman the way he had treated Carla that morning. Her face seething, desperate to carve out trenches where could protect herself, where she could sit and understand that could demand her rights, demonstrating, with her annoyance, that don't and wouldn't agree with any of the decisions he made and would make from now on. The situation, the subtle mistrust, the future wedding, having her at home, the December pressure, getting married, and even Carla's very existence were hitting his judgment. Also, he was aware that he liked her. If she hadn't s
Maximiliano stopped the Mercedes at the entrance of a building full of journalists and onlookers, stepping onto a red carpet that seemed unnecessary to the CEO himself.They were celebrating Christmas, not an anniversary or the most spectacular investment, even so, he was very happy that his press team and the organization of the Protocol department were doing well their job."Maximiliano!" shouted the cameramen. "Here, Max! Here!"With an arrogant smile, he looked at one camera and another and greeted some people who were also arriving, workers of the consortium, and businessmen, all of them joining the Christmas cheer.Lenis smiled, standing on the other side of the double doors."George is the luckiest man in the world. You look beautiful, as always, but today more," he complimented the woman, who was dressed in gold from head to toe."Here." She handed him a Christmas hat."You're kidding."She smiled more openly and denied it."Not at all."Max smiled back, flashing his sexy smil
An hour later, the CEO parked in front of Carla Davis' house. It was almost midnight, so if his plan worked, he had to hurry up."B.J., I'm right behind you."The bodyguard, with the loudspeaker on, corroborated the information his boss gave him."Sir?""You can go. "The street has cameras yet?"Correct. They were re-installed recently, but we hadn't put them to work until we received the order.""I'll give it now. Connect with them, you don't need to be here. Get some rest and Merry Christmas.""Are you sure, sir?""Merry Christmas, B.J." Max reiterated and hung up the call.He stepped out of the vehicle, still wearing his tuxedo.He pulled a package from the passenger seat and walked to the front door of Carla's house.He sighed deeply, avoiding that strange feeling that had settled in the pit of his stomach since he parked in front of the house.He watched as B.J. walked away, leaving him alone. Rang the doorbell a couple of times, heard the noise after a few minutes, and also kno
Max left his small plate with the spoon on the tablet and turned around to tell her things more clearly."After the signing, after we make our agreement a reality, the world will know about it, that's how it is. Sooner or later the press will talk. Of course, we can talk about it as much as you want, there's no problem. We can define what we would like to be known and what not. We can put together a story if you want, the people don't speculate anything bad about this situation, but you have to understand that it's something that is going to happen. Unfortunately, I'm a public figure and I've been rubbing elbows with the press for a long time. They will know about our marriage. I know how they act, they will know." He paused. "Just as they'll know about our divorce."She looked at him. Carla wanted to say something. Her lips parted, but nothing came out.He cocked his head."Why are you looking at me like that? Isn't that what's going to happen as the year goes by?Obviously yes, she
Rays of midday light streamed through the glass panels of the wide windows of that luxurious room.Daniel Glint, with his eyes closed, wrinkled his face from the discomfort and warmth that the brightness gave.On top of the large mattress of his bed began to wake up. Stirred his naked body between the sheets, managing to wake up little by little, rubbing his eyelids and massaging his temples. He was carrying a slight headache.It was the twenty-sixth of December. He had barely been able to celebrate the dates the day before, since on the twenty-fourth he had decided to open the GLINT bar, the largest and most original home of his most prized possessions.He looked to his right, he was not alone.He sighed, feeling annoyed with himself for being so absent-minded.He pulled himself up to a sitting position, resting his feet on the floor of his bedroom. He looked at the time on his cell phone, it was 12:30. He turned his face to the blonde still lying on the bed, apparently also naked.H
(The wedding's day). Carla was silent for the entire drive. She took a deep breath as the van drove through the black-painted iron gates of the large open-air garage of her new home.As B.J. parked the vehicle and turned it off, he glanced at her in the rearview mirror. She closed her eyes and stayed that way for several seconds. He would give her all the time she needed.The moment he tried to get out of the vehicle, she spoke:"Don't yet." Her soft voice cut through the van.He obeyed. Carla sighed."How much do you know?""Excuse me?""How much do you know about what's going to happen today," she said without a questioning tone."As much as necessary, Miss...""Davis," she snapped. "You were going to call me Bastidas, weren't you? I'm not married to him yet."He cleared his throat but said nothing about it.She looked at Gladis through the glass, who came out to greet her. The lady was already frowning because no one was getting out of the car."B.J., I don't have anyone in this t