Novelas de sol mar

ADRIAN’S POVThe car that drove me home was black, enormous, and so quiet it felt like riding inside a coffin.Pretty fitting, considering my dignity had died in that mansion and nobody had even bothered to hold a funeral.I stared out the window, going over the rules Matteo had laid down at breakfast: a permanent bodyguard, regular inspections of my phone, three dates a week with Alicia, and absolutely no sleeping with anyone else.All for his sister’s sake. The same sister he was forcing me to keep deceiving.I glanced at the driver in the rearview mirror.“So you’re Bruno.”Silence.He was enormous, bald, and had a neck thicker than my thigh.“Since we’re going to be spending so much time together, we should probably get to know each other. Favorite color? Favorite movie? How many bodies have you buried this month?”Bruno turned on the radio. Classical music, sad and full of violins.Perfect. Even my bodyguard had a sense of humor.I tried to distract myself, but I kept thinking ab

POV: MATTEOI shut the bedroom door with a dull click, leaving Adrian sprawled across the bed, trembling and struggling to catch his breath.I strode down the private hallway and into my bathroom. Planting both hands on the edge of the sink, I stared at myself in the mirror. My reflection showed a man who looked perfectly composed, but beneath the surface, my pulse was a violent mess.My breathing was still ragged. The skin where the denim of his jeans had brushed against my fingers still burned.I clenched my fists, feeling anger and desire twist together in my gut. It wasn’t a surprise. I’d always known I was attracted to men. It was a secret I’d kept under lock and key, a weakness I could never afford in the mafia world, where the slightest hint of vulnerability could get you killed. But what drove me completely insane was that it had to be him. That arrogant, lying bastard who had played with my sister’s feelings.I unbuckled my belt with impatient hands and pulled down my zipper.

POV: ADRIAN My hand was shaking so badly I almost dropped my phone onto the club’s tiled floor. I’m going to kill you. I had just received a death threat from a mafia boss. My mom always told me that if I kept living like this, I’d end up in trouble, but I never imagined things would get this bad. “Are you okay, Adrian? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” Vera asked, tilting her head with a playful smile as she stepped closer, her fingertips grazing my chest. “I... I have to go,” I stammered, feeling the air completely leave my lungs. “I’m sorry, Vera. I’m really, really sorry. I’ll give you my number, I’ll call you, I promise whatever you want, but I have to get out of here right now!” “What are you talking about? We were just...” I didn’t let her finish. I turned on my heel and sprinted toward the club’s main exit. My mind was in absolute chaos. That man was a fucking mafia boss! He had proof that I was cheating, and to top it off, he had just threatened to kill me in

ADRIAN’S POV Matteo turned his attention back to the steering wheel and started the engine as though he hadn’t just threatened my life. I sat there stiffly, trying to convince myself that my racing heart had absolutely nothing to do with attraction. Me? Attracted to Matteo Rossi? Please. I’d rather kiss a venomous snake. By the time he dropped me off outside my apartment, I practically threw myself out of the car, and he made no attempt to stop me. For the next week, I did everything I could to avoid Alicia. She called and texted, but I kept inventing work emergencies to cancel our plans. It wasn’t that she’d done anything wrong. The problem was that every time I pictured her smile, I remembered her brother’s gray eyes and that terrifying warning. That afternoon, Alicia showed up unannounced at our tiny office, a modest little space barely big enough for the two desks Nico and I worked at. I was reviewing contracts for an upcoming event when I glanced up from my computer and found

ADRIAN’S POV I was still lying on the restaurant floor, surrounded by broken glass, with Matteo Rossi sprawled on top of me. Everything had happened too fast. One second, he’d grabbed me around the waist to pull me out of the line of fire. The next, his body had crashed into mine, and our faces had collided so awkwardly that our mouths somehow ended up touching. His lips had brushed against mine. Just for a second. An accidental, surprisingly warm touch that had somehow managed to steal my breath. Matteo remained above me, supporting himself on one arm so he wouldn’t crush me beneath his weight. His gray eyes were locked on mine, close enough for me to make out the faint shadows beneath his lashes. For the first time since we’d met, that arrogant confidence of his seemed to have disappeared. He looked surprised. Or at least I thought he did. His gaze flickered toward my mouth before returning to my eyes. I swallowed. Why the hell was he still looking at me like that? I did

MATTEO’S POV My sister’s boyfriend’s smile faltered the moment he realized I was the man who’d read his message. He glanced at his phone, then back at me, suddenly speechless. I took the opportunity to study him. Honey-blond hair, sharp features, expressive green eyes, and the kind of handsome face people instinctively trusted. He probably got away with anything just by smiling. I disliked him immediately. Then he smiled again, as though nothing had happened. “Matteo, right?” He offered his hand. “Alicia’s told me so much about you. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” I shook it. “Really? For a moment, I thought you had somewhere else to be.” His smile froze. “Somewhere else?” “Work. Apparently, it keeps you busy.” “Oh, yeah. Event planning can get pretty hectic, but I love what I do.” “I see. And Nico works with you?” He blinked. “Yeah. He’s my business partner.” “Sounds like a dependable friend. Always there when you need rescuing.” “He’s a great friend,” Adrian