I wake up exhausted after sleeping for more than ten hours straight. The light from the window hits me right in the eyes. I blink uncomfortably at the clarity of the chamber. I am not usually a grumpy person in the morning, I usually wake up with spirits and with more joy than I have in the rest of the day. I like mornings. The amount of sun that it brings, if I consider that the Manhattan climate is quite cold, that I can rarely feel the heat, it is very good. I have come to appreciate it when I feel it through the window. My vision begins to get used to the room I am in. Dawn alone knowing that Santiago is in the next room has been the hardest thing she has had to do in recent days. The desire I feel for him is becoming more unbearable with each passing second.
I was so exhausted last night that I didn't even stop by for dinner. I apologized to Santiago and Mateo for the lack of consideration, as they invited me to their home. It is true that it was not a common invitation,
The problem with dreams is that when you wake up you don't know if everything was the product of your imagination or if things really happened like that.I wake up sweaty with Santiago on me. He looks at me like he thinks I'm going to break into a thousand pieces at any moment.The room is dark, I can barely make out my devil, the one who has been with me these last days chaotic and destructive to my nervous system.Santiago watches me, concerned. This is not the first time I have woken him up in the middle of the night from my nightmares.Cristopher is loose out there.Maybe it hurts and hurts innocent people, like I once was and Sophie is now."Another nightmare?" His voice envelops me and soothes me at the same time.That's how it was ever since he appeared in my life.Santiago Dominelli is the personification of my deepest and most carnal desires."Another nightmare," I agree.I hate feeling helpless in front
She is going to pay for what she did to her son. They will all pay because of him.Everyone will be involved in his revenge.If not for the blonde fainting, I would have enjoyed it much more. One by one they will fall.He will be your worst nightmare.Thea deserves no mercy. She did not have it when she decided to destroy the life of the one he loved.He thought of his son, his poor boy. He fell in love with the wrong woman, with a provocative harpy. Your child didn't know anything about love, but he did. He knows that sometimes it is difficult to maintain it. Sometimes desperate measures must be taken for love to triumph.Thea is like his late wife; he likes hard things, to be difficult and important.Luckily, he already has experience with that kind of bitch.She will be h
I wake up exhausted after sleeping for more than ten hours straight. The light from the window hits me right in the eyes. I blink uncomfortably at the clarity of the chamber. I am not usually a grumpy person in the morning, I usually wake up with spirits and with more joy than I have in the rest of the day. I like mornings. The amount of sun that it brings, if I consider that the Manhattan climate is quite cold, that I can rarely feel the heat, it is very good. I have come to appreciate it when I feel it through the window. My vision begins to get used to the room I am in. Dawn alone knowing that Santiago is in the next room has been the hardest thing she has had to do in recent days. The desire I feel for him is becoming more unbearable with each passing second.I was so exhausted last night that I didn't even stop by for dinner. I apologized to Santiago and Mateo for the lack of consideration, as they invited me to their home. It is true that it was not a common invitation,
We arrived at the castle after being in the air for over an hour. Apparently, we went over the expected time, according to Santiago, due to an unfavorable climate. The house is a real castle: a medieval”style mansion in the middle of nowhere. Hectares and more hectares of land surround the property. Green rules the grass. A car awaits us when we get off the jet."How did Matti get Sophie?" —I question to him when calculating the distance in which we are with the one of where we live."I imagine on his jet, just like me." I roll my shoulders, indifferent.“Obvious. They both have toy airplanes to travel when they do not want to take traffic."They're not toy planes, they're Cessna 510 Citation Mustangs.""Wow, you left me the same," I sneer."Women," he murmurs.He walks away and opens the car door for me to enter.“Thanks.I avoid everything I can to break the bubble of tranquility i
My mind freezes upon hearing those words and a migraine settles in my brain. I don't know what to answer or what the hell to do. Was he watching me? Like a fucking stalker? Like Ryan?Ryan ...What if all this time I've blamed the wrong person?It was always there right under my nose.Ryan doesn't exist, at least not in this part of my life."You're screwed, Thea!" He exclaims as he approaches me. Do you really think I'm the one behind all this shit? Do you think I'm the one who did that to Sophie?“Me…"You nothing." You didn't have to say it. Oh my God! Looks like your eyes are going to pop out of the damn accounts!“Santiago…"Do you think I'm capable of shit like that?" "Looks like he's gone mad." So fucked up do you think I am? I can have you when I damn well want to. I don't need to violate your apartment ... You invited me in! Didn't you think that?Shit, I screwed up everything.
I pack everything I need. I put on a pair of jeans and a black, patterned T-shirt. My hair in a ponytail and knee-length boots. I unhook a black coat and throw it over myself. I feel like I'm going to war, a mystery and the unknown. I grab the tote bag that weighs a ton and walk out of the room.Santiago is still standing by my door.“Ready? He asks me since he saw me leave."As much as I could."“Well. He starts walking toward the exit door. The driver is waiting for us."May I know where we are going?" “I follow it. She stops, takes my handbag from me, and hooks it on her. Thanks."Let's go where you'll be safe." Do you trust me?Looked at him. I don't know what the hell to answer.A large part of me trusts him, but there are so many things that we do not know about each other, things that if I told him at least from me, he would not look at me with that desire that his eyes profess so much.No. Ultim