Chapter 19
My heart was pounding in my chest as we were about to step outside the airplane. I promised myself that I would never go back to this country. But guess what? I’m about to set foot on Spanish soil again. I couldn’t help but swallow hard.
I stood from my seat and stared outside the plane window when the pilot announces our arrival at Madrid international airport. Then, I noticed that the plane was already standstill, and there was a black helicopter waiting nearby.
“Do you want to freshen up before we go out?” Alejandro inquired lightly. “Don’t worry you didn’t drool when you sleep. You look just fine if it’s bothering you.”
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Chapter 20Feels so good to be back. Those were probably the words a person would say when she had just come home after six months of absence.But not me. I told myself silently as I stared blankly at the magnificent view of the beach. Spain just held many bitter memories for me. But I have no choice.Yes. You have a choice, Cameron. You can get away from here after you secured your baby’s condition. Remember, you have no room in his life before. He brings you to his beach house and not to the palace because you are not part of his life now. Remember that.I exhaled the breath that I never know that I was holding. I already expected that Alejandro would never bring me back to his palace located at the top of the mountain. But my heart was stupid and hoped, and now I felt disappointed—what a shame. I do need to get away from here really soon.I am now standing inside the magnificent white and cream-colored three-floored lux
Chapter 21 The last thing I expected was to had a peaceful life, happy me, happy life. It should be easy, right? But who am I kidding? If my life is tangle with the likes of this Spaniard count? It was a downright disaster waiting to happen. You’re an idiot! I shouted at myself, making the same mistake again and again is the stupid thing to do. And being with the man who badly hurt me is another level of stupidity. And the most challenging thing was, I already know that. The next morning. I think heaven that after long months I had a decent sleep. I have been deprived of myself since then. I hate to admit it, but I felt better than I had in a week. I had certainly gotten more rest in the past twenty-four hours of sleep than I had in a long time. I’m still yawning when I enter the state-of-the-art kitchen of Alejandro. I’m looking for crackers it helps me keep my nausea at bay, especially early in the morning. I wish th
Chapter 22 “I don’t understand. Are you this cold and numb towards me?” Alejandro asks me without a hint of sarcasm. I nodded. “Yes,” I answered truthfully since that was, I really feel. “You really hate me that much? Even a simple thank you. I didn’t receive from you.” His eyes darken while looking at me. He is sitting in front of me now, devouring his favourite food. “But I don’t need those fancy things in the first place.” I tried to be calm. I grabbed
Chapter 23 Alejandro’s Her smile, as bright as the sun, was the first thing that caught my attention. Vibrant and shining. So effervescent and full of unfettered joy that it arrested me, and I couldn’t remember what I’d been thinking just moments earlier, even our nonsense argument all faded away. I never forget this place because this is her favourite. “Did you remember when you decided to ditch your work, and we came here? It wasn’t summer because the beach was not a perfect place for us.” Cameron asked, joy lacing in her soft voice, but her eyes betrayed her. “It was one of my favourite days. Imagine being on the beach together with the one you love. It is a perfect day.” and she closed her eyes. “When I listen to the sound of the wave
Chapter 24 Cameron’s I sank into the couch, looked outside the sliding patio door, and stared at the almost empty beach. The sun was fading into the horizon, flashes of orange and pink in its wake. And my attention was caught when I heard the door opened, and here comes the man that I thought I’d hate forever. Reciting the poem to him was the right thing to do. I don’t know what came to me, but he deserves to know that someone was looking after me when he turned his back on me. I want him to realize that everything is perfectly fine, even without him. I’ll be fine. A calmness settled over me. I let myself feel happy even after a couple of hours. I let it inside of me even though he hurt me and caused me so much pain. It’s okay, I guess. Because no matter what, he would
Chapter 25 I didn’t sleep that night. Not that I should have come as any surprise to me. I lay awake in my bed, reliving the past. I oath to move on, and yet here I am. I remember when we first met, Alejandro and his pink handcuff when he easily defeated the culprit, and we indeed up laughing together when we found out that we were actually lost in that dark alley. And how he’d swept my feet off into a passionate and all-consuming relationship. From the first day he asked me out, we hadn’t spent a single day apart for several weeks. By the end of the first month of our whirlwind courtship, I finally said yes. And that moment, I experienced how sweet my first ‘I love you is. I had never been quite sure why he’s chosen me. It wasn’t as if I was infe
I was laying in my bed, feeling numbed by the painful memories. And now, here in this house. I thought I could forget the past, but I was wrong. How could I forget and put it all behind if my past is haunting me? Now that Alejandro was acting strange, what does he want? Move forward and pick up where we had left? Do I also have to forget that people I trust had horribly betrayed me? When I heard a soft knock on the door and I heard Alejandro’s voice calling me, I roused myself from the weight of my thoughts, and cursed when It was already morning and I didn’t get a proper sleep, all that I did was better than catnap. I struggled to get out of the bed and hauled my robe around my body, then staggered to the door and open it. When I open
Chapter 27 Alejandro’s It was already afternoon, and I am worried sick when Cameron didn’t answer my calls I can’t even reach her. I let myself into the house and searched every corner of the living room and looked around for Cameron. “Cameron?” I called on her name. But no one is answering. I even checked on her room. Luckily it was open, and I hoped that she’s just taking her nap. But the room was empty and messy. My heart beats raced. What if something happened to her? The phone that I give her was on the top of the side table, still on the box. I rushed outside. When I saw the beach, I know her. She will break everything that I said once she was on the be
I squashed the flash of sympathy I felt for him. It might explain why, but it did not begin to excuse the way he had used me. “It is in the cards, though uncertain as yet. You sound surprise to me?” “I am.” Not as surprised as I had been when I had learned that the couple who had seemed a perfect match on every level were breaking up. Until the moment that the divorce had been announced, I had expected a dramatic reconciliation, but the Sancho divorce, like the break-up. Had been low key and bizarrely amicable based on what they called a mutual decision. But had that mutual, civilized, still-good-friend
Preston’s I am not following this instinct that had taken an enormous chunk of my willpower, but the effort had faded into irrelevance beside the will power I had needed to tap into just to stop myself from taking Beatrice in my arms to comfort her. Just the sight of her standing there, white-faced and shaking, looking so vulnerable and fragile, had awoken every protective instinct I had and some new ones. While she had struggled not to cry, I had struggled to keep my distance. I hadn’t allowed myself to even touch her. I just couldn’t. if I had known it wouldn’t have stopped at comforting her. I
My brows lifted. “What are you talking about now? Cheated…?” I asked irritably. “You are not making any sense.” Her face scrunched in an effort to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. She lifted her chin and blinked hard. “Well, so sorry,” she drawled, “if I’ve lost my edge of clinical objectively, but I’ve never been in this situation before.” “And you think I have?” “Yes, I get it. You don’t need to spell it out.” She had been slow, but the penny had finally dropped. She knew why I was acting this way. “You th
“Was I drunk?” My simmering hostility in my manner as much as abrupt question made Beatrice blink numerous times. “What?” My eyes flashed. “Was I forcing myself on you? Por Dios, no, I was not!” “But, I never—” “So, at what point did I become a bad guy?” I demanded, cutting across her. “I never—” “The fact is, you were lucky enough that I was there, but you are too stubborn to admit it! You ar
But having it spelled out to me by Brian was a different matter. “I will never tie my hair back again,” I declared, striving for ironic mockery and delivering instead something a lot closer to frenzied panic, possibly because of the husky addition of, “because I live to please you,” and that statement was uncomfortably close to the truth. “Are you going to tell me now what I’ve done to upset you?” The quiet words sent a fresh flash of anger through me. “Let me think…” I said, adopting a mystified expression as I pressed a finger to the suggestion of a cleft in my firm, rounded chin. “Could it be something to do with the fact I don’t much like being used? How do you think would I feel having my br
Preston’s I had just filled the second champagne flute and was preparing to carry them into the bathroom with me when I heard the door open. I turned, glasses in hand, as Beatrice walked into the room, phone pressed to her ear. I noticed that she was not smiling. A man did not have to be particularly intuitive to see that Beatrice was not happy. I wondered what had occurred in the few minutes that we had been apart to account for her change of mood, but only in passing—my attention was focused on admiring how sinfully sexy she looked in a pink bra and a minuscule pair of matching silk sorts trimmed with lace. My throat was dry, my body hardened in lustful appreciation. I watched her advance. Each angry step makes her breast jiggle gently u
If this is just a dream, I am going to stay dreaming. “I am quite hungry,” I admitted. A sweet smile plastered on my face. “I love watching you eat,” he said when I was allowing myself to be tempted by another piece of cheese. “You do it with such…relish.” “You mean I am greedy.” “So am I every time I look at you.” “I feel so guilty.” I saw the flash of annoyance cross his face and added quickly, “Not about the food or the sex, but it’s a weekday and I haven’t done a scrap of work. It&r
My brows lifted. “What are you talking about now? Cheated…?” I asked irritably. “You are not making any sense.” Her face scrunched in an effort to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. She lifted her chin and blinked hard. “Well, so sorry,” she drawled, “if I’ve lost my edge of clinical objectively, but I’ve never been in this situation before.” “And you think I have?” “Yes, I get it. You don’t need to spell it out.” She had been slow, but the penny had finally dropped. She knew why I was acting this way. “You th
His stare make me shiver and then I cried out loud when without a warning he pressed his face against my breast, my back arched as his tongue began to whip slowly across the peaks of my breasts, that still painfully sensitive from our recent intense lovemaking. When he loosed my hands to cup one quivering peak I tangled my fingers in his dark hair, pushing through the ebony strands still damp from our recent exertions to cradle his skull and hold him against me. My hands stayed in his hair when he lifted his head and grinned down at me. "Also there is no point trying to hide from me in a bed this small." The bed was vast but I let it pass. "I wasn't trying to hide," I protested. He arched an ironic brow, making my eyes slide guilty from his. "I was cold." "Cold?" Preston laid his hand possessively on the soft feminine curve