We are currently on our way to our hotel. I can’t believe Stefano brought me to Paris. I have been to a lot of countries, but never Paris. As cliché as it may sound, I never came here because I always wanted to come with someone I am dating or married to. I want to experience the city of love with someone dear to me. I am more than happy that person is Stefano.
Paris is as beautiful as ever; I can’t wait to explore the city with him. While I am looking out the window, I feel a pair of warm rusty hands cup mine. I turn around to face Stefano, who seems to have a lovely smile on his face. It seems I am not the only one who is excited about this trip. I am a little surprised by how he is showing affection, but I am more than happy to have my hand in his.
“Are you happy to be in Paris?”
“Yes, I am,” I say, smiling.
“Even though you are
I wake up to a pair of muscular hands around my waist. I can’t stop smiling as I remember the things Stefano did to me last night. He did some things to me that I didn’t even know people did. I also wanted to pleasure him back, but Stefano stopped me. He said last night was all about me even though I wanted his big guy to get some release. He said watching me cum because of him was enough for now. If making out is so pleasurable, I can’t imagine what sex would be like. I come back from my thoughts and stare at his handsome face. Stefano is one attractive man; I can’t believe I am in bed with him right now. I feel my hand itch to trace my fingers all over his face but stop because I don’t want to wake him up. He looks really peaceful while he is sleeping. I try to get up to shower before he wakes up, but this only causes him to wake up. “Where are you
I walk inside the house with Stefano beside me, my heart is pounding. I didn’t even know Stefano meant this much to me until I realized how desperate I am to have Abuela like him. I walk us to the kitchen, where I am sure Mom and Abuela will be at this time in the evening. "Hola, Abuela," I say, stepping into the kitchen."Mi Angulo," she says, smiling once she sees me and pulls me into a hug. "What are you doing here, my Dear?" Mom didn’t tell Abuela I was coming so I could surprise her. "I came to see you; I missed you," I say, hugging her back. "I missed you too, Dear, I am so happy to see you." "Me too, I came with someone. I would like you guys to meet Stefano." “Hola Abuela” Stefano says. "Hello Dear," Abuela says, smiling while admiring S
I wake up to a little knock on my door; I am sure it’s mom here to tell me happy birthday. Today is my birthday; I am excited to be turning twenty-three today. I tell the person to come in once I sit up on my bed. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, Dear Andrea, happy birthday to you,” Mom and Abuela sing while walking into my room. “Thank you,” I say, smiling, pulling them into a hug. “Are you excited to be turning twenty-three today?” Mom asks smiling once I release her from the hug. “Yes, I am.” “That’s wonderful, Dear, here comes your first present,” Mom says, as the maid walks in with a breakfast tray. She places it in front of me and walks back out. “Thank you, mom.” “Don’t thank me, i
It's been two months since I came back to Miami. I miss Stefano terribly; I just wish he could be here with me. We talk almost every day; everything is going well between us. If someone told me a few months ago that I would be looking forward to my facetime call tonight with Stefano, I would have said that person is mad. The Stefano I met in Sicily four months ago isn’t the same Stefano I have been dating for two months. I love the new Stefano; I am actually happy I fell for the other one, it means I like him no matter what. Things are also going well at the office. Once I came back, I did as I said I would and asked HR to hire Emily. Working with her so far has been good, but I haven’t told Santiago that I hired her. Santiago hasn’t been around the office a lot, so he hasn’t seen her yet. I plan to tell him today while we are having lunch. "Hello, Sis I am sorr
It's been a few days since I found out what Santiago did. I haven’t spoken to him since that day. I am furious at him for toying with Emily's heart like that. I am on my way to pick up Emily from her house to drive her and her mom to the hospital. Emily's car broke down, and I offered to drive them to the hospital, I also wanted to visit her mom. If I was talking to Santiago, I am sure he would have made sure I gave him feedback on how Emily's mom is doing, but I won't. I know I can't be angry at him forever, at least I should punish him a little by not talking to him for a while. I park my car in front of Emily's house and walk to the door to knock. I don't really like the neighborhood she is living in; it looks a little dangerous. I will talk to her about moving to another place. This is not the place Emily used to live when we were in high school. She must have moved places after her dad died. After a few knocks, Emily opens the door.
It's been a few days since Emily told me about her plans to break my brother's heart. I am not in support, but there is nothing I can really do to stop her. We are having lunch together; I am waiting for her to arrive at the restaurant. It's not too far away from the office, so I wonder why she is late. I am not coming from the office; but she should be here any minute.I see Emily walking inside the restaurant, I am glad she has arrived because I am starving. "Hello, Boss," Emily says once she gets to me. "I have told you; you can call me by my name outside the office." "I know, but I have gotten used to calling you “Boss” since you refused to allow me to call you Ma’am." "I couldn’t stand my friend calling me ’Ma’am’, ‘Boss’ sounds calmer to me." "Why?" "I don't
After mom leaves, I finish packing all the things I need. I am about to walk out of the room when I hear a knock at the door again. I tell the person to come in, our maid, Sarah, steps in. "Good day Miss," Sarah says. "Hello Sarah, what do you need?" "Mr. Santiago is downstairs asking for your permission to enter the house." "Why does he need my permission? This is his father's house; he doesn’t need my permission to enter." Every time Santiago has come by the house to try and talk to me. I leave the house before he can even say two words. "He knows that, but he wants to make sure you don't leave once he enters." "I can't guarantee that," after my talk with Stefano yesterday, I still couldn't call Santiago to tell him I have forgiven him. I put myself in Emily's shoes, and I am still angry wit
Finally, we are on our way to Stefano's penthouse. I can't believe I spent the whole evening waiting for him at the warehouse after we hadn't seen each other for two months! Once we get inside, he leads me straight to his bedroom. What I see when he opens the door takes my breath away. There are scented candles everywhere, and rose petals on the bed. "Stefano, what is all this?" I ask, smiling at the romantic scene in front of me. "Tonight, is our first time together after having been away, I wanted to make it special for you," he says, coming up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You didn't have to do that," I tell him turning around to face him. I can't believe he did something this lovely for me. "I wanted to," he murmurs, capturing my lips in a heated kiss. This kiss is very different from the kiss, earlier today at his warehouse. This kiss tells me