All Chapters of SOLD TO THE CEO: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Disappointing. That's all I have to say about the coffee Angelic makes a point of drinking every day. Almond milk and mint? I didn't expect it to be good, but I couldn't imagine how bad it would be.I leave the two cups of coffee on the side table next to the bed. Tastes are indisputable, after all. I look at the bathroom door and wait for Angelic to finish his shower. It wasn't exactly easy to get into his room, but since the security in this house was supposed to be presidential level, it wasn't difficult.There's music in the bathroom, and it makes me sure that Angelic is one of those girls who dances while they shower. From time to time, she sings an excerpt from the song, and I must say that singing is not one of her gifts.I look around me. I kept a perfect memory of every detail, and that's the evil of a photographic mind. Do you remember everything. Good things. The bad things. All.A few minutes later, the music stops and the bathroom door opens. Angelique comes out wrapped i

- Nope. The money continues to flow into his bank account every month.- So you abandoned me - she smiled, ironically - I mean, a third attack could have happened, and my hero wasn't there.I smile. Even from an ocean away, I remembered your little games. Almost two months did not change his bad mood.Oh yes. That's why I wanted to go back.“Coffee is getting cold,” I say.- You want to know ? I give up trying to understand you or know you.I hear footsteps outside my room, and I know I should leave. I almost feel like a teenager running away from a girl's house before her dad finds out she's no longer a virgin. In fact, I wonder if Angelic allowed himself to go through something like this before me, and honestly, I hope not.- Go to the Bronx tonight - I ask.Angelique looks at me in disbelief through the reflection in the mirror. I left, then just reappeared, and she thinks I owe her some satisfaction for that. Even though she hates my instability, that's exactly what attracts her.

ANGELIC...Today, Margot's driver was fired. That doesn't surprise me, since Elliot's campaign is taking all of the family's money. What surprises me is that she didn't panic. I remember one day, five years ago, when Margot wanted to trade in her car simply because she had found one of the most beautiful color. Elliot refused and she panicked, filed for divorce and was away from home for twenty days. Of course, he chased her like a puppy and bought that damn car.I once nursed the Donneli family. It was my mother's last name, and I wanted it taken care of. Now I know everything that was good about that last name died with it.I get in the car, throw my coat and my cell phone on the passenger seat and drive out of the mansion. Marcos is at Margot's today. Of course, it's better for me to leave with no security than the first lady. My head is still pounding after last night, but I refuse to believe the memories. I barely recognize the attitudes I had, like a cheap whore. I remember ever

- And may God forgive us our sins - thus Father Bee ends the prayer.The children's choir begins to sing soon after. Today is Sunday, which means everyone in the compound comes to church. I am sitting on one of the last benches in the temple, which allows me to be alone.I close my eyes for a second as I follow the music. Being here is one of the only light things in the last few days. Everything was so intense and complicated.And speaking of intense and complicated...I feel when he sits next to me. He's not close enough to touch me, but I can smell the cool shower and the cologne. His shoe is touching my heel, and if it was anyone else, I'd swear it was a light touch. Yet with him, I know that even the position of his feet is calculated.I don't open my eyes, however, I can imagine him next to me. I don't breathe my own air. I breathe it. I feel it on my skin, because his eyes on me are enough to touch me.The choir's first song ends, and the children soon begin to sing another. I'

I'm watching it for the first time. I'm irritated by your territoriality. When did our game become a conquest over the other? Did he think that by kissing me he was passing me off as his own name? Even Elliot wouldn't be such a jerk!I prepare to tell him that, but then the choir finishes singing. The church is absolutely silent as the children return the microphones and Father Abeille stands up. I swallow my words, and my pride, like they're thorns.LeBlanc's green eyes lock on mine, daring me to say what I want.- Children - whispers the priest - Let's say the last prayer. All standing.The whole church stands up, including me and the man next to me.- I'm going to get ready to confess - I'm warning.I prepare to exit on the right so I don't have to pass between LeBlanc and the front seat. However, I stop when I hear his voice, low and soft, say:- Need a priest?I'm freezing. Oh yeah, we've been here before. Him in the confessional, me on the other side, telling truths that wouldn'