Angel’s Pov We arrived at an enormous mansion that mirrored the company’s sleek architecture, but with fewer floors, giving it a more residential charm. The topmost floor was made entirely of glass, and under the night sky, it glowed with a soft, luxurious brilliance. Beautiful flowers lined the well-manicured lawn, and a crystal-blue swimming pool sparkled at the corner like a jewel under the moonlight. “Are all your buildings structured with glass?” I asked, unable to keep the curiosity out of my voice. He tilted slightly toward me, a hint of pride in his eyes. “Yes, tesoro.” My lips twitched into a small smile. “Well, your architects are really amazing.” “They should be. Joanna is brilliant.” My brows furrowed. “Who’s Joanna?” “My sister. She designed all of my buildings here in L.A.” My mouth parted in surprise. “You have a sister? Why didn’t you tell me, Raul? And how old is she?” “I didn’t think it was necessary to start listing all my family members yet,
Angel’s Pov We got to the company late in the evening and went up to his office. I felt like I could finally breathe again—fresh air, light shoulders. Mom was perfectly fine now. Still, I kept glancing at my phone, waiting for a text or call from Luca. “You really know how to get yourself worked up, tesoro,” Raul said behind me, then came around to stand in front of me. He took the phone from my hand and gently lifted my chin. “Don’t worry. When she wakes up, I’m sure he’ll call right away. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours yet.” I sighed and looked away. He was right, but it didn’t stop the worry from bubbling beneath my skin. “Come on, let’s get started with rehearsal,” he said, and I nodded, following him to our usual practice room. After rehearsing for hours, we took a break. We settled on the couch in the corner of the room, breathing a little easier now. “Angel,” he called. I looked at him, waiting. “You know you’re moving in with me today, right?” I s
💮 Angel 💮 We pulled up at the hospital at eight in the morning. Luca was already in Mom’s room, sitting beside her. “Mom,” I called softly, and both their heads turned toward me. “Sis,” Luca said as he stood up and wrapped me in a tight hug. I pulled away and cupped his cheeks, gently stroking them with my thumbs. His usually vibrant gray eyes looked dull, and the creases in his brows spoke volumes of the stress he was under. His hair was messily braided into a bun, and he looked completely worn out. “Luca… have you had any rest?” I asked, already knowing the answer. My palm smoothed down his hair with care. He sighed deeply and let his face sink into the crook of my neck, the move making me feel even shorter than I already was. “Yes, Angel. Your brother’s been very stubborn,” Mom chimed in, her voice laced with mock annoyance. “He hasn’t gotten any rest for the past two days. He’s been asking me the same questions over and over again.” “Mom,” Luca groaned,
Angel’s Pov. It was late noon. Raul and I were returning from our photo shoot. It had been an exhausting, yet undeniably interesting day, and all I wanted was to go home. Without warning, Raul slid an arm beneath my thighs and scooped me into a bridal carry, making me gasp. “R-Raul, what are you doing? People might—” “They can think and say whatever they want, tesoro, because it’s the truth.” He pecked my forehead and carried me confidently out of the studio to the car. “Let’s go,” he told the driver. I rested my head on his shoulder as his warm palm found my thigh, his thumb caressing slow circles into my skin. “Angel,” he whispered huskily into my ear—his voice low and sinful. My nipples hardened instantly at the sound. “Ride me.” It wasn’t a request. It was a command—simple, dominating, and so Raul. I lifted my head, my eyes darting from his to the driver. “B-but the—” “Forget about him,” he cut in sharply, already irritated by my hesitation. Before I
Angel’s Pov. Feathery kisses brushed against my skin, pulling me gently from my peaceful slumber. A soft giggle escaped my lips as I stirred. “Stop, that tickles,” I laughed sleepily, trying to squirm away. But Raul only wrapped his large arm around my waist, pulling me snug against his warm, bare chest. “Well, I won’t stop until you get your sleepy ass out of bed,” he groaned into my neck, his voice husky and amused. “But I want to sleep some more,” I whined, snuggling deeper into the sheets. “Besides, we don’t have any shooting today.” “Yes, we do, tesoro.” My eyes flew open, and I sat upright like I’d just been electrocuted. “Raul! Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I didn’t get to rehearse, or prep, or—” The deep rumble of his laughter made my words die mid-sentence. I froze, my eyes glued to his face. Damn. The way his head tilted back slightly, eyes crinkling at the edges, the sound of his laughter echoing in the room—it was intoxicating. He was so beau
Angel’s Pov. Warning ‼️ ‼️‼️ Sexual content in this chapter. We arrived at his condo, and without wasting a second to flick on the lights, Raul slammed me against the door and crashed his lips onto mine. His hands were rough—desperate—as they roamed down my sides and snuck beneath my dress. “Raul,” I gasped, the sudden jolt of heat shooting through me like wildfire. He bit my bottom lip and tugged on it slowly with his teeth. “If there’s one thing I won’t tolerate, tesoro, it’s being ignored,” he growled low, his voice soaked in anger. “I’m so fucking mad at you… and I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” The dangerous edge in his tone made my panties flood. “I—I’m sorry, I—” The sound of fabric ripping cut through the air. My breath hitched as the expensive dress was torn from my body, exposing my bare breasts. His electric-blue eyes drank in the sight of me, igniting every nerve in my body. He bit his lip and inhaled sharply. “Fuck th