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"This is not funny, Signor! What are you doing in my room?" She said, covering her body with her hands. That action alone drew his attention from her ethereal face to her body. He didn't know what color that dress was, but it was divine on her. He had never seen anything like it before, never seen a woman like her before.He laughed, amused by the pure fire her eyes were spitting toward him. His soon-to-be wife had some wildfire in her, but even the heavens knew she was beautiful. "Trying to help with your zipper." The sarcasm dripped out of his tongue, further enraging her."Like hell, you will!"She bit her tongue immediately. If her father heard her speaking so vulgarly, he would have her whipped. However, she couldn't help the rage Makris always sparked in her."You can't go to the luncheon with your zipper down." He winked and began to walk towards her."Stay right where you are." She warned, taking a step back. "Oh, common Emerald. Why do you have to be so mean?" He pouted mo
"What the fuck is Marcielo doing here?" "Language, Lorena. But to answer your question, I'm not quite sure. I just saw him from afar and was immediately on the lookout for you." "Verona?" Lorena grabbed her sister's shoulder, temporarily forgetting about her aching arm. "I need you to help me out here. If Papa sees anything suspicious, we're both going down." She counted her words carefully."Don't you think I know that? That's why you must tell him to leave before Father sees him.""Lorena?" They both turned around at the same time to see Marcielo standing behind them."I'll leave you two alone," Verona drew closer to her and whispered. "I'll be on the lookout for anyone we know. Make him go away." She turned around, giving Marcielo a smile before walking away.Lorena took a moment to gather her best thoughts before raising her head up to Marcielo."Lady Lorena?" He called in that soft velvet voice of his. So different, terribly different from the thickness of Makris's voice."What
Makris spotted his friend Jorginho at their exclusive spot at the corner of the bar and sighed in relief. Moments later, he frowned when he noticed the woman sitting beside him. He couldn't say he was surprised, though. If there was one thing Jorginho loved more than money, it was women. Jorginho's face lit up when he spotted Makris. He quickly whispered to their standby bartender, who hurried away."My man." He said, stretching his hands to greet his friend.Makris stretched out his hands and grabbed the shot of tequila instead. In one gulp, he downed it before taking his seat. The two girls beside Jorginho giggled while openly gawking at him. The redhead stroked a strand of her hair, batting her eyelashes at him. She was calling dibs already. The blonde looked disappointed, but one look at Jorginho, and she was smiling again."Someone seems tensed." Jorginho teased, withdrawing his ignored hands."There should be more drinks on the table," Makris said, ignoring his friend. He loo
Lorena ensured Makris was deep in sleep before she mustered all her strength to push him off her body. Gently, she rolled off the bed and tiptoed out of the room. Only when she was safe in her room, did she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Now, she was angry."Beg him? Will I beg him to touch me? Who does he think I am? Some pathetic, desperate chic craving his touch? Stupid, stupid bastard!" She thought aloud."He's not even all that. I blame the multiple women that have made him believe he is some catch. My Marcielo is a better man than that asshole!" She landed with a thud on her bed. She crossed her legs and folded her hands tightly. Scrunching her face, she allowed the events of the past twenty-four hours to resurface. Then she got teary-eyed."I hope you're okay, Marci. I do." The suspense was killing her. She unclasped her sweaty palms as a thought struck her mind. She turned around to reach out for her phone on the bed stand, but it wasn't there. She searched
Lorena marched into the living room, where Makris and Lauren had made themselves highly comfortable. The blonde beauty sat too close to him for comfort as they discussed. Lauren would brush her hands against his bare chest at intervals, then giggle like a schoolgirl. Lorena tried to convince herself she didn't care as she watched them, but she couldn't shake the anger swelling inside her."Makris, I need to talk to you alone." She called from the position she was standing. He raised his head and gave her a once-over."Why can't we talk here?" He raised a perfect brow. Lauren laughed but quickly covered it with a fake cough.Lorena's face turned crimson, and her eyes grew with rage. It was apparent he was provoking her now. Hell-bent on embarrassing her. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. She didn't trust herself not to lose it. "You need to walk away, Lore." The saner voice in her head said."Shut it, goody! She needs to give that arrogant prick a piece of her mind." Th
"Can I get a quick bite before I leave, Tanika?" Lorena said, walking into the kitchen. After tossing and turning all night, wondering what precisely sexy bridal meant and why she was getting involved in this at all, she finally concluded that she was doing it for the kids."Good morning, my lady. I made croissants." Tanika replied, already setting the plate."Oh, Tani, you spoil me so well. How come you know how to cook this good." She asked, already salivating.Tanika giggled, loving the shortened version of her name, especially coming from Lorena. "From my grandma. She had both African and Spanish heritage. She taught me everything I know about cooking."Lorena's face grew sad momentarily. It was too bad she didn't know her mother long enough to learn many things. They were also not very close to the other relatives."Are you okay?" Tanika sounded worried, and that made Lorena smile."Of course I'm fine," She hopped on the kitchen slab. "I just remembered something, but it's not im
"Mr. Makris!" Alonso jumped up and moved over to him. "It's an honor to meet you finally. I am Alonso, Lorena's manager." He stretched his hands for a handshake, like a little boy who just met his idol. Lorena was disgusted. In truth, Alonso was just happy Lorena's husband-to-be was around to keep Tim away. He didn't trust the Frenchman and his saccharine tongue."Nice to meet you too, Alonso." He took his hands and even managed a smile. Lorena's frown deepened. She couldn't even muster a pretend smile to save herself."Makris, this is my director and head photographer, Tim. He'll be handling the shoot today." Tina said, pointing to Tim."Hello, Tim." Makris stretched out his hands.Tim gave him a once-over before slowly stretching his hand to accept the handshake. Makris grinned when the man applied a little pressure on his hands before quickly withdrawing it. Someone was trying to come off as intimidating, and it would be a damn good day for him.Tina cleared her throat, interrupti
"Lorena!" Makris called, following behind her, but she ignored him while searching for Tim. She expected to see at least some staff outside, but the places closest to the office she had been left alone with Makris were all empty. She took a turn and bumped into someone."Lorena?" Alonso held on to her. "I got your message. What's wrong?" He asked, brushing her face."Nothing is wrong. Ignore the message. I'm ready for my shoot." She said, stepping out of Alonso's embrace."You are?" Makris said, making the round."You heard me, my darling." She said with a fake smile while also mimicking Laura's voice. His brow raised, giving her a steady look. She shrugged, and her smile increased. If he thought he had figured her out completely, he was a joker. If he only knew she did, Broadway shows as an actress in disguise. Maybe it was time. Markris learned she was not the one to toy with."Very well then, my dear, let's do it." He said, his eyes never leaving her face. To an onlooker, they were