Bound To Diego El Diablo

“Where is she?” Diego El Diablo barked. “W-who, sir?” The maid stuttered, irritating him. “Estella,” he clarified. He had woken up that morning by exactly six am and had discovered that he was in bed alone. It wasn’t unusual for him, except that that morning, his pillow smelled like vanilla and there was a spot of blood on the sheets that gave him pause. It was evidence enough that what had happened last night hadn’t been a dream. He had finally gotten her in his bed and he planned on keeping her there. “She went home early, sir,” the maid replied. He narrowed his eyes at her in a way that made the maid take a wary step backward. “I need her address, now.” He gritted out. “Yes, sir.” As soon as he had the address, he marched out to the garage and handed it to his driver. “Get me there, immediately.” “Yes, sir.” It took about twenty-five minutes to get to the run-down apartment building where Estella lived. The whole time anger boiled through him at her having the guts to s

After a day spent running around trying to satisfy all of Blyce’s whims, Estella was more than exhausted. All her muscles hurt and she just wanted to soak in a hot tub and go to bed. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a tub in her room. She walked into her room, too wrung out to even bother taking a bath. Tiredly, she kicked off her shoes, pulled out her hair tie to let her hair free from its ponytail, and began to slip off her dress. She was in only her underwear when she reached for the light bulb and switched it on. The scream that tore off her mouth at the sight of the figure lounging against the opposite wall could be heard from a mile away. Diego hurried towards her and covered her mouth with his hand, giving her a warning look. She pushed his hand off at once, “What do you think you’re doing here?” “It’s my house, I can be wherever I like.” “You’re not welcome here,” she insisted, but her words were useless as Diego’s attention had moved to her body covered by basic matching

"Do you call this mopping?" Blyse snapped, "Even an untrained monkey could do a better job."Estella had been trying her best to keep her head down and do her work while avoiding Mr. El Diablo, but Blyse wasn't making it easy for her one bit."I'm sorry, ma'am," she apologized, "I'll redo it."The other woman scoffed, "You'll still botch the job up. Take off your sweater.""My sweater?" She asked in confusion."Did I stutter?"She quickly pulled her sweater off her body and held it out to Blyse who made a face of disgust."What do you think you're doing?" She shrieked, "I didn't ask for your flea ridden clothing. Use it and wipe the floor since a mop isn't working for you."Estella jerked in shock at the order. She already had very few clothing and the sweater she had on was one of her best."Ma-"The look Blyse shot her was so cold that she snapped her mouth shut, her words trailing off."Do I need to throw you a party before you'll begin?"Estella immediately dropped to her knees wi

"Can I get one ticket going out of the city?" Estella asked the ticket seller.It hadn't taken her long to pack up her few belongings and get a cab to the bus station, the thick envelope Blyse had given her seeming to burn a hole in her purse."The only available seat is on a bus to Texas," he shrugged, "I don't see what a pretty, young thing like yourself would want there."She ignored his disgusting comment, "I'll take it.""Are you sure?" He raised one brow, "Are you sure you'd rather not stay in New York. I have a spare bedroom but my bed is big enough for the two of us."She kept her expression blank to hide the disgust his words had elicited in her. The man was fat, balding and had small, beady eyes, the complete opposite of Mr. El Diablo.Not that she was in the market for someone like him. She most definitely wasn't attracted to her former boss. In fact, she was glad to be finally ridding herself of him."No thanks," she told the man with a small smile."Your loss," he said.H

Six years later"Ma'am, you need to go get your son, the school just called," The blonde woman whispered to Estella.The woman was her secretary and she had just interrupted a very important meeting to give her that piece of information.Estella glanced at her watch and leaped to her feet, realising with rising distress that it was over an hour past the time for pick up."I-i'm so sorry," she stammered, "But we'll have to postpone this meeting."Without waiting for the executives to show their displeasure with the abrupt end of the meeting, she grabbed her tote and rushed out.Her face felt hot with shame because this wasn't the first time she had forgotten her son. It wasn't even the tenth time.Her face should be pasted beside the definition of bad mom in the dictionary."Anita, cancel all my evening appointments and the dinner meeting with Martinez," She yelled, then stabbed the button for the underground garage.The elevator whisked her down and a moment later, she was tearing out