Patrick’s POVI was furious! I felt a rage running through my veins like I hadn't felt in a long time. I'd been made a fool of, and not just by this spoiled little girl, but by all my friends. What were they thinking, making a fool of me like this?We entered my assistant's office, which was adjacent to mine, and she stopped at her desk, somewhat hesitant. I walked past her and opened the door to my office, turning back to face her."In my office!" I repeated, with rage seeping from my pores.She walked past me with her head down and entered my office, stopping halfway to my desk. I closed the door behind me and turned the lock - no one was going to interfere with this. I walked toward her and stopped in front of her, hands on my hips, carefully examining her face up close. There it was, right in front of me - she had her mother's eyes, the same deep black eyes my friend had. How did I not recognize her? I examined every detail of her face in a few seconds. She kept her eyes down, avoi
Patrick’s POVI looked at Lexie, who had her back to me, bouncing in front of Rick's desk, looking distressed. She was a tall woman, despite the black sky-high heels she wore that elongated and outlined her legs. She wore a light gray skirt that went below her knees, fitting snugly against her slim but proportional body, highlighting her narrow waist and that perfect bottom that only a blind man wouldn't notice. The pink blouse that completed her outfit also hugged her body and highlighted her long black hair that reached her waist, cut in layers that formed curls at the ends, flying in all directions as she bounced. This woman couldn't be ugly!"He's back, Rick! Patrick, my boss, he's back! Now what? He's going to fire me!" She was too distressed and bounced like popcorn. How could she bounce in those heels?"Why would I fire you, Lexie?" Perhaps I had made a terrible impression on the girl, but I didn't understand why she thought she'd be fired.The moment she heard my voice, she f
Patrick’s POVWhen the plane landed in Paradise Port, it was still five in the morning, and dawn was just breaking. Even though I didn't feel too tired from the trip, it was still too early to go to the office. I went home, even though I wasn't in any hurry to return to that house.When I traveled, I hired an architecture and decoration company to do a major renovation. I didn't want to return to the same place, didn't want to go back to the house where I'd lived for months with Virginia, but I also didn't want to leave that house I loved so much and that had been mine for so long.I asked for a project that would change everything, including moving my bedroom to another part of the house. The company did everything in record time, from structural renovations to new furniture - everything had been done. When it was ready, the company sent me photos and it looked like a completely new house, at least in the pictures. I hoped the effect in person would be the same, and to my satisfaction
Lexie’s POVI had a horrible night! Patrick was in all my dreams and they ranged from passionate kisses on a beautiful beach to him literally kicking me out of the company. Since I started this job, I'd been dreaming a lot about him; it seemed like an obsession I couldn't shake. And everything got even worse after he called me and asked me to book his return flight. My nerves were on edge. He would arrive at the end of the following week and go straight to Manu's family farm, where her wedding to my brother would take place."Good morning!" I said like a zombie when I entered the kitchen and saw Manu having her coffee, her eyes bright like someone who'd had a wonderful night."Wow! You look terrible!" She assessed me."Oh, thanks, Manu! Too bad I can't say the same about you!" I joked with her, and she laughed and shook her head."Patrick again?" She asked, placing her hand on her chin to listen to me."Yes!" I sighed. "At least in the second half of the night, because in the first hal
SEASON 4 - CHAOS THEORY: THE IRRITATING CEO AND THE CLUMSY ASSISTANTPatrick’s POVHow many times can we suffer for love? I still don't know, but I know we can fool ourselves many times.The first time I suffered for love, I was in my early twenties, with my wedding all planned, but a month before the wedding, my fiancée simply left. She left and left me behind with my wounded pride and seven hundred guests to be told there would be no wedding. I was so disappointed, so angry. After all, what kind of person simply leaves thirty days before the wedding and only leaves a note saying they won't marry you?I started drinking. I didn't do anything else, just drank and felt sorry for myself. My mother, not knowing what else to do, had the great idea of advising me to travel. Actually, she didn't advise - she handed me a suitcase and a one-way ticket to Portugal and dumped me at the airport. She said that traveling to a different place would give me a change of perspective on my life. She als
Manuela’s POVI looked at that garden, stunned! There seemed to be not enough pink in the world for my little Lily. She was in Olivia's arms, enchanted by an enormous pink butterfly near the cake table. My little girl was turning two. She had her father's black hair, but otherwise looked very much like me - she was sweet and delicate, and with her charming little gestures and captivating smiles, she enchanted everyone."Little one, you should be sitting!" Flavian appeared at my side."I'm pregnant, big guy, not disabled!" I complained."Yes, nine months pregnant, and I've seen this happen before - you keep walking back and forth and this boy is going to be born in the middle of his sister's party!" Flavian had gotten wise. When Lily was born, he wanted to know what had happened and asked Dr. Molina if the fact that I took long walks through the garden had been harmful. Of course, the doctor laughed and told him that it had actually helped with the delivery."Relax, Flavian, Valentim wo