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I look at the time on the wall clock and reach for the glass of red wine in my hand. This feeling of loneliness after such a heavy dose of sex doesn't go away with anything.

I inhale the scent of my apartment office, then wipe away a tear on my cheek, which wants to come out.

"Are you going to sleep with me today?" Reana asks outside the office.

Whenever I fuck her those are her questions, but my answer is the same.

"I don't like sleeping with women, Reana," I say affectionately. I try to stay away from them," I joke and she sighs resignedly.

I'm not as bad as you think, I'm sweet outside of my playroom, or so I try to be.

I watch her go away and drink again until I'm tired.

When I open my eyes, the sun streaming through my window tells me the time.

"! Andrea, you're waiting for me today at Amber's fashion house! I exclaim, getting up suddenly.

I rush out into the living room, and the figure of Demetrio Laureti is sitting on my couch with a cup of coffee.

Fear invades me completely, a prisoner of the fear that comes from knowing that he has discovered my darkest secret.

"Father, when did you arrive?" I ask nervously.

"Sit down," he commands, and I do. My parents are the only created people in the world who can kill me and to whom I will not say a single word, the reason: I respect them too much.

"I, I'm sorry...

"I'm disappointed in you, Fernando, you're going to be twenty-five and you're still living your life as if nothing in the world matters more than women," I try to protest, but his cold eyes tell me I shouldn't. I want you in France, I will give you the company that is there for you to manage, and work hand in hand with the manager in charge.

I lower my head, annoyed and happy at the same time, because it would be the first time my father has given me a company. I'm tired of being a puppet. I'm the only one of the triplets who isn't given a company to manage one hundred percent.

"No, it's better for me to work as a boss, and that woman is in my charge," I say angrily. "When are you going to consider me for the family business?" I say this with a lump in my throat, which chokes me, but finally manages to get it out.

"When you prove to me that you're not a fucking promiscuous person, that you're only willing to take any woman to bed," my father says annoyed.

I sigh resignedly, because strangely I know he's right, I'm tired of this shit, although, I don't know how to get out of this.

...

Fernando got off the private plane and directed his steps to the company that had been assigned to him. Her light hair moved in the breeze, and her blue eyes looked at everything curiously.

Anyone who looked at him could deduce that he was an Adonis of evil, his hard and perfected features, or simply from the surname that adorned his names, he was predominant.

He entered the building, and began to read the directions left to him by Filibert, his father's right-hand man.

"Staff meeting," he read the time on the form. It's late, I'm late," he exclaimed, going up the elevator, under the gazes of people who wanted to know who the man who looked like a fucking Greek god was.

He hurried into the boardroom and sat down at the head of the table, still looking at the files, until a female voice caught his attention.

"Are you new to the company?" Fernando looked up.

A beautiful woman, who immediately set fire to his body, spoke haughtily to him.

"Yes, any problems?" He asked with a smile that could move half the world.

"I'm not going to tolerate you being late for your first day of work, do you hear me?" She walked over to him.

Fernando could see the woman's gray eyes staring at him intensely, her pink lips pursed and her piercing countenance.

"I don't have to explain it to you," he smiled with laughter.

"Do you think I'm a clown to make you laugh in my face?" She asked, placing her body close to Fernando.

Fernando looked at the woman's breasts sticking out of her shirt. They were round and prompted him to touch them.

"No, it's just that I think it's so funny that such a beautiful woman should be so bitter.

"Look, sir, I don't allow you to disrespect me, you're suspended from your work, I'm the manager of this company and I'm not going to allow it.

"You're who?" Fernando asked in a mocking tone.

"I'm the manager of this...

Fernando looked at the staff who were stiff as statues and smiled wryly.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Fernando Laureti and I am the owner of this company.