Santiago’s POVFrom head to toe, she stares at me in terror; she has lost every emotion, including her grin. As I tried to carry her body out of that area, her whole body was shaking with fear. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, and I knew I couldn't keep her for myself. I can't bring her into the Mafia world and put her life in danger all over again. I asked, “Where do you live? I can take you there.” She shook her head while crying, “Please take me with you. I’m scared….” I quickly looked at her, and she was determined to go with me. I sighed softly and drove her to the lake house. It took us two hours to get there, and when I looked at her, she was already asleep. I gently tapped her face and said, “Come with me.” As soon as her eyes blinked open, I pulled her away and said, "Let's go." She took a look around. Her eyes were no longer scared; she looked so calm now. We walked outside together, and she held my arm. I punched in my code, and the native-wood door swung open. Sh
Santiago’s POV"You don't want to kiss me?" Her cheeks reddened, and she replied, "I mean, I'm your secretary; you should not kiss your secretary, sir." "I wanted to know more about you." I said as I pulled away from her. I smiled at her, and she said, "There's not much more to know about me." Then I urged, "Go on, I can listen." "Like any other girl, I just live a normal life. My mom is in the hospital, and I have two younger brothers."That's why I saw her the other day with her phone. She was waiting for her younger brother to call her because she wanted to know what was happening with their mother daily. Poor Beatrice, life must be tough on her."What happened to your mother?" I asked. "She has a terminal illness," she remarked, her lip clenched tightly. "I'm sorry to hear that." She let out a sigh and went into the living room. I immediately followed her. She looked at me and said, "Uh, yeah... I thought she would be okay, but things kept getting worse as time went on."W
Santiago’s POVI looked her straight in the eyes and said, "She wanted to have sex with me." Then she looked at me and laughed so hard that she couldn't hold back her laughter at me. As usual, her face flushed as she patted my shoulder and asked, "What? Seriously? You're scared when a woman asks to have sex with you?" I frowned at her. When she realized what she had said, she gasped and put her hand over her mouth. "Oh, I shouldn't have said that." I clicked my tongue and said sarcastically, “It’s okay, you can be yourself. You should not pretend that you are not laughing at me this time.” Then she laughed out loud again when she thought about what had happened to me in the restaurant. "So, on your first date, Carmina wanted to have sex with you? That's really brave of her! I'm not going to do that on my first date."Even though it was only eight degrees at night, we felt the icy air as we strolled down an empty street. And here I am, with this vibrant and laid-back lady, right
Santiago’s POVIt's been over five hours, but I still can't fall asleep because I keep thinking about how many enemies I have in this organization. Despite their friendly demeanor, they all plotted my downfall. I looked at the clock and saw it was three o'clock in the morning. What the heck? I have not yet gone to sleep. I got up, stretched my arms, and let out a soft yawn. I went down the quiet hallway and opened the door to Beatrice's room. She was already asleep. She was sound asleep in my bed, and her face looked like the face of an angel. When I thought about how I kissed her lips the other day, it made me smile softly. That made me feel a little happy, and I forgot how different my world was from hers. I closed the door and went to the couch to close my eyes for a bit. Then, out of nowhere, I awoke with another headache, and a girl was standing before my eyes. She sported a pair of shorts and a white blouse.She smiled and gave me the medicine and a glass of water. "Good morn
Beatrice’s POV"Are you asking me to marry you? Are you----Are you drunk?" I asked him in a soft voice while looking at him blankly. I don't understand why he would pose such a question to me. This time around, he sounds so desperate.He looked at me with thin lips and then got down on one knee to put the ring on my finger. Everyone in the street looked at us as the center of attention. This time, I couldn't believe that my boss was going to ask me to marry him, and he's not even my boyfriend! What the hell is going on? I asked myself while my heart was pounding like a crazy heart beat. Gosh! This is wild. But he already put the ring on my finger and he didn’t even wait for my answer. “Let’s go.” I glared at him, “I didn’t say yes to you yet!” "But you need to." He took my hand and led me back to his car. "Hey! Not everything that you can get! You can't take that easy on me!" I yelled at him. "I understand that you're not like that. What I really want you to know is that I'm n
Beatrice’s POVTWENTY-FOUR HOURS LATER,It's something I never thought would happen. I was marrying someone I didn't know I'd be with. It was my boss, and I found his expression quite flattering; it was almost as if he was trying to tell me something about his feelings for me.Damn! I like him so much that I have to agree to his proposal! In the presence of an overwhelming number of strangers, I clutch the flower firmly in my fingers and fix my gaze on him. He smiled back at me after I smiled at him. "You may now kiss the bride," the priest said. He slowly lifted the veil above my head, and as he looked me in the eyes, he smiled broadly. Next, he lowered his head to plant a kiss on my lips, completely silent. When his lips touched mine, I closed my eyes and stood on my toes as he kissed me deeper. Following that, there was a resounding applause and enthusiastic cheers. As Santiago led me down the aisle, I saw my two younger brothers in the crowd. They looked so proud of me that I
Beatrice’s POVHe found my question so funny that he was guffawing across the room. Then I glared at him angrily and said, “Well, that wasn’t funny.” "Beatrice, I like you as a friend and a good secretary and also as a good pretending wife and nothing more," Santiago remarked. It makes my heart skip a beat. Does he always have to hurt me by being honest with me?After that, I gathered my arms over my chest, raised my eyes to meet his, and said, "Yes, of course." I then returned to my room to grab a dress from the wardrobe to prepare for our evening supper. After settling on a white dress that seemed both understated and sophisticated, I accessorized with black heels and a matching white handbag. Afterward, I applied a touch of blush to my cheeks and a swipe of red lipstick. Upon opening the door, I found him waiting outside, asking, "Are you ready?" “I’m more than ready, Santiago.” He smiled at me, “I like that attitude of yours.” I answered sarcastically, “Oh, me too!” Then h
Beatrice’s POVAs I look at him walk away, I hold my breath. He then waited for me in the car until I was done thinking about everything. Damn! From now on, I have no other option except to continue working for him until the contract is finished. "How could I marry such a cruel man? Mafias are bad, that's true. They break the law and do bad things because they want power as well as wealth. Indeed, I am right." I sucked in my breath because I thought I was so stupid for talking to myself about this!While my mind was racing with thoughts, I walked down the hall and saw that his guards were waiting for me outside. They opened the van door for me and then slid it shut. Santiago's driver got into the car and drove off. Santiago was still silent as I looked across at him. Something must be done because I don't know what to say to him. It made me feel like I was crossing a thin line to be with him. Even though he was nice, I'm still not sure if I should be careful around him. Although h