I shivered at his deep husky voice that somehow still made an appearance even in a whisper. How is it that I still have butterflies at his touch? How is that possible?
How is it possible for me to still feel anything for this man standing in front of me when he is behaving in such a way? So impulsive.
Even in a time like this, when he's so intimidating and threatening I still manage to care for him. I still Love him and that scared the living hell out of me.
With Lucien's last words he let go of my arms, turning swiftly on his heels as he stormed out of the room without so much as a single glance back at me.
The door slammed shut and I shakily slid down the wall to the floor not having the strength to to hold myself up any longer nor hold back my tears as I broke. I had no strength, I was in fact weak as my tears freely flowed and my sobs escaped loudly.
What have I done? Oh, María what have you done?
I guess you are probably confused as to what the fuck just happened, so let me rewind it back a few hours for you.
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Marias pov-
I sat up, reluctantly deciding it was time for me to get out of bed.
It's roughly about Seven in the morning and I have a meeting to attend as well as a shit ton of paperwork to do.
I glanced around my large room, the white walls seemingly too bright against the dark wooden floors. And my king-sized white bed becoming so very large it emphasised how lonely I felt in it. I sighed aloud, taking my attention to my favourite part of the room, the large window seat splayed with mocha-coloured cushions and soft blankets. My favourite place in this whole entire building, with easy access to the sectioned bookshelf beside it that was filled with all my favourite books from my teen years and up.
I huffed throwing the quilt cover from me as I climbed out of bed and lazily dragged my feet across my room and into my helpfully located en-suite bathroom to make a start on my morning routine. As usual I brushed my teeth and took a quick shower and finishing with a quick towel dry of my hair.
With my brunette hair still damp, I swiftly tied it up into a bun not caring that it will take longer to fully dry. Its times like now that I adore how naturally tanned and smooth my skin is because the last thing I could be bothered to do so early in the morning was slap a full face of make up on. Instead, I added a light touch of black mascara to my eyelashes in hopes to give some volume to my green eyes and a light touch of red lipstick to my lips in order to emphasise my beauty mark that sat a centimetre to the left of my mouth.
It’s crazy, I used to feel so embarrassed and self-conscious of the small
freckle until my mother insisted it was beautiful and even sexy. She had sat me down as a young girl to show me how all the prettiest and highly paid models had one. Its safe to say I now don’t mind the mark, it was small and the elder I got the more it did make me feel beautiful, sexy and just me.
I made my way to my closet.
I don't usually feel the need to get all dressed up but today the guys are holding a meeting with their men. And being the sister of two out of the four men it means I also must attend.
I'm not sure as to why though? considering they won't let me get involved other than sorting through paperwork for them. I guess it’s because I hold the Valdez name and that it is to be shown as a united front, possibly a power move. I’m honestly not entirely sure so I'm clueless as to why I have to attend these things knowing full well I will overhear things that I shouldn't nor would want to hear.
I decided to be a little risky wearing a low-cut blouse that I had tucked in to my black above the knee length skirt. Everything that should be covered was still covered, I had confidence but not enough to reveal my body in such a way.
Reluctantly I strapped my gun to the inside of my left thigh, high enough that it wasn’t visible to anyone’s eye. I fucking hated carrying this thing around, it’s heavy and irritating at that. But all four of the big bad men in my life insist that I always carry it.
It's so uncomfortable it's crazy but I guess you get used to it after a while.
I tugged at the hair tie, releasing my hair from Its bun allowing my loose curls to fall in natural waves and with a lightly rake of my fingers through it, In the hopes of evening my hair out I was finished. It's still a little damp but it will dry soon enough.
I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, a smile could do wonders to a person’s image.
I slipped my feet into my black stilettos before swinging my door open and heading down the stairs.
I was fed up with this mansion and all four of its levels. The ground floor and the three levels going up. The two floors of bedrooms and the rooftop balcony above. I didn’t mind the balcony though, it was peaceful. I guess you could say the floor with my bedroom on it could also fall into the category of peaceful being that the top floor of bedrooms, living space and anything above was strictly accessible to me, my brothers and the Garcia brothers. the other floor of rooms available to their men and any housekeepers that get stuck on the late shifts.
Walking down two flights of stairs was an absolute killer in these heels, I could already feel the blisters my feet would most likely endure by tonight but I successfully made it to the ground floor, the floor that consists of a kitchen, an extremely large living room, a massive hall of a conference room, a gym and five rather sizable offices.
We have a basement on the floor below that I have absolutely no fucking idea of its contents, size or anything else as I have never gone down there.
I tried to go down once to be nosey I guess but Lorenzo my eldest brother had caught me.
It was just my luck that He would open the basement door just as I had put my hand on the handle. Was he mad or angry at my attempted snooping? No not at all, he completely fucking freaked out.
I released a breath of relief that I had not tripped or stumbled on my way down the stairs and just as I did so I heard a wolf whistle. I snapped my head up to the sight of Lucien standing there with his tightly fit black suit pants on, perfectly shined shoes and his white shirt with the sleeves neatly rolled to his elbows.
He was hot in a non-juvenile way; He really was a beautiful man.
The top two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned to reveal his muscular tattooed chest. I'd be totally lying if I said I didn't love the sight as I drank him in, my eyes gliding over the tattoos that inked across the skin of his neck and around his ears to the trim of his hairline.
Lord, He was so handsome. He made me dizzy just looking at him.
My checks where flushed I could feel the heat. God what is he doing to me? I'm a mess just at his presence.
With three smooth steps Lucien closed the small distance between us. I stood my ground, my neck straightening as I looked up at him. With a soft press of his thumb, he slowly glided his soft touch down the length of my jaw as he took a hold of my chin between his thumb and finger, tilting my head and ever so gently guiding my eyes to his. I wasn’t sure if his actions were meant to be seductive but yet still, they enticed this need and almost drowsy like reaction from me. "I like seeing you blush, especially if I'm the one who causes it" He spoke softly looking down at me.he was fully aware of his effect on me and damn did he know how to the play with it. But thank the lords from the heavens above because before I had the time to respond, not even sure that I would have been able to, I heard the commotion of the other three behind me as they not so subtly jogged down the stairs. "Mor
I watched as she displayed her affection towards James, rubbing his arm and placing a kiss to his cheek before making her way towards the table that the other women were occupying. "Hey María" James greeted with a genuine smile. All it took was that simple greeting to turn each of the three women’s heads to our direction, not even one of them trying to hide the fact that they were watching and listening. I rolled my eyes at them, pouring myself a glass of the apple juice I had taken from the refrigerator. I was over it. What could I do? It was the same thing every day, day in and day out! Maybe one day it wouldn’t bother me as much as I let it now. "Let me guess, you will be my bodyguard for the meeting?" I bemused, but my voice was my betrayal as I really was not pleased with the idea. Don’t get me wrong James was actually a really nice guy, but to have someone follow you around against your will
The room was huge, there were probably around fifty to seventy members already inside, but we could possibly fit another hundred or so men in here.The tables and chairs were pushed to the sides as the men gathered directly in the centre of the room. I say men because I was literally the only female in this room right now. Roaming my eyes over the crowd I searched the room for any sign of the Garcia’s or my brothers. I strained my neck and leaned forward on the tips of my toes, it was extremely hard for a woman of a petite size like mine to see past the sea of many tall men but eventually My eyes landed on Lucien’s, a smile flicking at the corners of his lips. Relief washed over me at the site of him, he was unknowingly my comfort blanket and if there was any time that I had needed one it would be now. I made my way over to him, James clearing and guiding me through the crowd of men, I was not ashamed to admit that I would never suc
“Now take a fucking seat” I ground through my teeth. This time she didn't disobey quickly placing her ass to the chair with a whimper. This whole time James just looked dazed at the situation that was playing out in front of him, and I’m sure he was thinking of me as the crazy bitch he hates to protect. That thought wiped from my mind as I watched a small smirk tug at the corner of his lips and now, I was the one wondering if he was crazy. I turned my gun on him, the smirk dropping from his face as he covered it with a bite to his bottom lip. "You" I spoke as seductively as I could possibly muster up with the bucket of nerves I was beginning to feel. “Come here" I demanded Sitting down behind my desk and motioning for him to come to me. He bit his cheek in what looked to be an attempt in hiding his smile, I don’t know why but he was enjoying this way more than he should.
"Yo you alright man?" Diego asked patting my shoulder to snap me out of my thoughts.Throughout the meeting María looked sad, Distracted even.
María pull at her arm, trying to pull it from my tight hold.With no success it angered her as I watched her screw her face up
María's pov-I slid my back down the wall, my knees collapsing beneath me, My tears uncontrollably streaming down my face.
I was thankful that no one was allowed on this floor with the exception of me and the four guys.I didn't want to be around people right now, I couldn't muster up the ability to fake a smile.I sat myself on the sofa, my head resting against the arm.Diego put Netflix on flicking through the tv shows.After a ten minute debate about watching the originals I obviously lost but we finally came to a mutual agreement on watching Dexter.I relaxed into the sofa, Diego covering me with a blanket and Shortly after, I had drifted off into a deep sleep.I woke up to the sound of a door slamming and the lights being turned on.I blinked my eyes rapidly in an attempt at adjusting to the sudden light.Feeling a soft pillow and sheets beneath me I quickly realised I was now in my room. Die