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"Woo hoo!!! Girl! You are on fire! Yay! That's crazy. Baby, you are on fire!!!"
I was at the beach of my mansion, gliding across the waves on my jet ski. Yes, you heard me right. I live on one of the islands that Daddy owns. This island was my gift when I was born. When I turned fifteen, I asked my dad to begin construction so I could live on this beautiful island when I became an adult. The island was all set when I was twenty-two years old. I have been living here ever since, which makes it roughly three years.
"Emily! We wanna hang out in the cheap pubs of Mexico City and drink those disgusting mojitos!"
My beloved, w h i t e-t r a s h cousin Miranda was the one talking. She was a cashier in NYC, USA. Her parents were not doing as well as my dad and did not accept my father's charity. Yet, Miranda acts like she is from the royal family and looks down on everything associated with poverty or anything ethnic. I always tolerate her, even though she is more than I can stand most of the time, since she is my blood. But she is definitely not my favorite kind of person.
"I am kinda tired, girl. Also, I need to get ready for bed."
"C'mon girl! It's only seven PM! What are you? A toddler?"
Getting ready for bed around seven PM might sound a bit strange, but it was my anti-aging habit. I needed to remove my sunscreen, shower, apply my skincare and haircare routine, drink my collagen booster herbal tea, brush my teeth, and stay quiet for an hour to be ready for bed. I prefer to wake up around three AM.
"You know, Miranda, how strict I am with my self-care and health. Besides, I will be working tomorrow."
"I never understand why you bother working, girl! Your dad can buy you everything that money can purchase. You don't even work with your father, and that never makes sense."
"Don't start over again, Miranda. I want to build a life of my own. I need to prove to myself that I am not just my daddy's girl. I am not Emily Arquette, the daughter of Timothy Arquette. I need to prove to myself that I can be just Emily and still stand on my own feet in life, no matter what..."
"Pfffttt! Bullshit!" she said.
"Anywho, chicka. Emily on, Emily off! See you in the morning."
In the morning, I woke up and directly slid into the ocean from the sea slide that I have on the balcony of my bedroom. My favorite morning routine was swimming until the sunrise. When the first rays of the sun started kissing my skin, I got out of the ocean and showered. After my shower, I had my breakfast and a whole batch of coffee while reading the news on stock markets. I got ready for work and rode to the office. We were on the verge of signing a new project and convincing Bernardo my CFO, was more difficult than to take the cartels of Mexico at ease.
Once I have entered my skyscraper, that placed in the square of Mexico City, my assistant held me my matcha tea. Matcha tea is my booster before I start to work. Helps me to concentrate better and have a brighter mind. Sipping my tea, listening the briefings of the day's schedule and traffic from my assistant and walking to the lift would be the part of my daily morning routine. Once I entered my office, there he was: Bernardo. I was quite sure that he was there to convince me to give up on the project but it was highly promissing.
"So you are saying that if we agree on that project, we will increase our customer base, but that would take a while, or?" he said immediately.
Obviously he was referring to my very last email. To be honest, I truly did appreciate him making his point without any time wasting.
"No, Bernardo... I am suggesting that if we agree on the project, we will reap the benefits in the long run. I can sense that, it will work very well and seems like we are on the edge of a huge leap all of a sudden. It will definitely look like a spring."
"Really, you smart ass? What are we going to do until then? Eat rock and drink mud?" he said like he would lose a fortune and become homeless. He was a full time drama queen and part time CFO...
"I would not comment on your diet plan; however, I would not recommend such a thing like that, you glorious mind. We would be signing other projects in the meantime, as this one tracks on the background till the harvesting day. Do you want to grow or what? This project is going to be global and international. Why do you insist on not getting the point? We have approximately twelve employees in each department, and three people do one person's job together. If we agree on the project and sign the contract with that company, there will be enough jobs for each employee. So you will not be paying in vain. Hope you understand me!"
"You sound right in theory, but-"
"No! Na-ah! Don't you want to work or what, Bernardo? You gotta move your ass. Life is not all about siesta and sangria," I said while packing my things to go.
That was only way of me getting him out of my sight, making him think like I am about to go. This bluff was working everytime.
"Ok, puta!"
"Heard ya! Better put 10 more pesos in the jar!" He had to put 10 pesos in the jar every time he uses bad words.
After kindly getting rid off him, I had blast at work as usual. As the sunset hues, filling my office, I recognized that how much I was starving. Headed to daddy's diner for my dinner. Had a walk by the beach, as the stars were becoming visible more and more as the Moon rises... It was finally time to be home so I rode to my mansion.
Miranda was asleep when I finally got home. She had to shape up someday. The way she lives would not be promissing. "She definitely putting her life on a bet of roulette" I thought to myself.
Got dressed to ride my horse and walked to the horse barn. There was nothing better than riding a horse, by the beach under the starry navy blue sky...
When I returned from riding, I saw him in the yard... The guy with the unique aura, big body, huge shoulders, smooth skin, silky, shiny, curly dark hair, and magical hazel eyes... My dad was introducing him to me as my new employee. The new bodyguard...
I could not help whispering his name after I heard it for the very first time...
Eduardo...
I have always been my daddy's spoiled little girl. All I needed to do was snap my fingers to get things done for me. I remember one day Dad invested in a chocolate factory because I loved their salted caramel chocolate bars. The factory decided to stop producing those bars, and that couldn't stand with me being upset, so this is how CarEmily was born. I was just eight years old when that happened. He bought me a Lamborghini in every color and shade for my first car. He told me that I would be riding matching cars with my outfits. He was my rock. I knew when it all fell down, even then Dad would be the one by my side. He would take my words no matter what. It was like his entire existence was dedicated to standing by my side all the time. Not only was I feeling blessed to have such a father like him, but I also knew that I had to choose a dad like him for my future children. As the luckiest daughter on earth, it would have been such a struggle for me to witness my kids growing up in th
Two nights in a row... I was in his arms two nights in a row, and it was getting better. This time we had shed our hesitations along with our clothes or, in our case, torn them apart. I have to admit, I liked confident Eduardo better. He switched from acting like a humble servant who had to please his Madame to a passionate lover. The best part? The process didn’t require much time.I’ve been in relationships before, had affairs, and spent nights in men’s arms... But I’ve never felt like this. I felt like the missing piece of a puzzle finally placed in its spot. The second night already felt like the two hundredth in a row to me. It was silly maybe I was drugged by my recent orgasms but that was the feeling.Being in Eduardo’s arms through the night’s silence, enjoying his pecks on my forehead every two seconds, could be called peace and security.My unpleasant voice broke the silence. “I have to go now,” I said.Eduardo refused. “No, you don’t.”“Yes, I do...”“No, you don’t...”He l
God! I love Eduardo's facial expressions and the traffic of feelings from his thoughts. It is purely amusing to see him thinking between what he wants and what is right. I could tell what he was thinking just watching him frowning, clenching his jaw, moving his eyes as he calculated the results of his actions and his heartbeat despite all the things...His lust was like walking around in the room like a third person that Eduardo tried to control, yet he didn't want to. I could tell he was reminding himself that we were at my parents' mansion; he didn't want to get caught. That was too risky for an affair..."Eduardo?" I said. "Do you want it, or no?""You know the answer," he said with a sigh. "But...""Na, ah ah! No but!"I saw his eyes wandering around the room; he was trying to convince himself that he was doing the right thing with an inner talk. I could tell that easily.I felt my knees getting sore against the harsh fabric of the carpet, so I sat next to him, on the edge of his
Benjamin looked like a smudge on our antique, walnut wood, hand carved, deep burgundy, tapestry upholstered couches. Behind him, the painting Adoration of the Magi by Rembrandt hung on walls covered in subtly patterned oak leaf embossed wallpaper in soft sage green. My father was standing, unlike Benjamin. He was beside the antique Chinese vase that rose above his knees. Mom was sitting on the armchair that was placed on the other side of the vase. The reflections of the crystal chandelier overhead danced across the marble floor beneath my feet, its warm ivory veining glowing against the room’s muted earth tones. I was confused, frustrated, scared, and brave at the same time. Confused because what the hell was Benjamin doing here? Frustrated of assuming that he caused my dad's rage against me. Scared of my dad's anger, obviously, yet brave enough to stand behind my feelings and determined to continue a relationship with Eduardo. “What took you so long?” asked Benjamin shamelessly. Hi
Eduardo’s lips moved over mine, his hands locked around my waist, his pulse racing under my fingertips as I traced his neck. For a moment I forgot who I was, where we stood, what time it even was. Then came the low rumble against my mouth. He was fighting to stop kissing me and still trying to do the right thing. “I have to quit now,” he murmured between kisses. I pulled him closer. “No, you don’t.” “I swear I do.” ''Only swear that you are mine.'' ''It would break my heart, if you have doubts about that.'' ''Then, you'll stay. This is my command.'' I said. My little play made him giggle. ''I am all yours Emily but I have to quit. I cannot get paid by you, I am a man with pride.'' ''So your pride makes you let your woman to be guarded by somebody else?'' ''Do you think my woman may need to be protected?'' ''So you think that; a men with pride like you, will be with a woman who will allow her man to be guarding some other woman? Really, Eduardo? What are you going to do when y
You know those moments when everything keeps crumbling no matter how hard you fight? I was living one right then. Whatever was between me and Eduardo felt like an itch I couldn’t scratch. Was it guilt? Fear of losing him? I couldn’t name it. I’d fought tooth and nail to carve out a few minutes to talk before work. Benjamin’s interruption was bad enough, then the real problem walked in. Before I knew it, I was locked in Benjamin’s arms. He didn’t hesitate; he crushed me against him right in front of Eduardo. I twisted to look back. Eduardo stood rigid, jaw clenched, eyes shut, knuckles white around his wrist. “Damn, girl! You’re smoking hot as always. Let’s skip straight to my penthouse.” Benjamin was the walking cliché of the high school bad boy. Baseball captain, reckless, crude, the kind of rebel teenagers swoon over and adults see for the loser he is. I was the It Girl; the whole school crowned us the perfect match. Teenage brains get influenced easily so they are wired for mist







