10

Arms caught me around the waist and I found myself between the railing and G. Encantador's chest. I felt the warmth of his face against my cheek. His breath caressed my ear and I was about to shudder. I didn't like that he was invading my personal space. That was one of the few things he couldn't bear. I was flushed and felt like every cell in my skin wanted to jump on G. The red on my cheeks intensified. Not even makeup was going to save me this time.

-I didn't know that inside you, apart from inhabiting a perverted writer, there was also a hidden singer. What else are you hiding from me, cutie? - In his voice, there was mockery and ... curiosity?

I did not turn around. He was still just as close to me, and I wasn't going to make the mistake of turning around and staying an inch from his chest. No. I refused. The lamp lit up the entire room again, blinding me. G pulled away and I finally turned around. Ryan was in his seat asleep. Some saliva dripped from the corner of his lips. Lovely. Asleep he looked almost like a child. Maybe that's exaggerating a bit. He looked much younger and didn't seem dangerous at all. At that time he only inspired tenderness.

My face seemed to annoy G, who woke him up by kicking his chair. He jumped up disoriented. He looked at me and smiled a little. Another gesture that irritated the idiot more. The guy I had previously known was coming out again. Nice things never last long. That lasted the 3 and a half hours that the musical lasted for me. Too little. The worst part is that I knew this was only the beginning. Ryan turned and marched after the others. I followed the rest as long as I had a good escape plan. She wasn't stupid. At least not completely. The last time I was too impulsive and fell again. He needed to plan everything. Next time would be the final one. That's for sure.

When I left I shivered a little. It was starting to get cold. Not having taken a jacket had been a colossal mistake. He was an idiot. Cami hadn't either, but somehow she had taken over her dark bodyguard's jacket. I sighed. I was the only one who was going to freeze. That meant most likely that the next day he was going to have a nice cold. Something soft and warm covered my shoulders. I looked up and met G's eyes. He had given me his. I smiled and tucked my spleens into my sleeves. It was ridiculously big on me.

- Remember that I don't take care of sick people, sweetie- He winked at me and took hold of my arm again.

On the way to the cars, G pulled me over. I was going to have to go in the car he had brought. Cami and her companions were the ones we had come to. She waved goodbye. I was going to see her shortly, so I wasn't going to have time to miss her. Maybe going with two men in a car was not the best plan I could think of, but I was not going to complain too much.

Ryan was about to get into the passenger seat when G nearly pushed him into the driver's seat. I entered the back without paying attention to them. Men's things than they fix. I was starting to freeze no matter how warm I was wearing now. I was thanking heaven for having decided on a long dress. What I was missing was having my legs bare. I would have frozen. The door to my right opened and to my surprise, G sat down next to me. He pulled me until I was in the middle, and fastened my seat belt. He did not do it. I forgot gangsters don't do anything they have to do. Idiots. He put his arm around me and pulled me against his side. His body heat made my shivering subside. 

After ten long minutes of silence, and a heat that was beginning to sink into my bones, we reached the restaurant. Saying a restaurant sounds shabby to me when a five-star hotel is the closest thing to where we arrived. It was big. The soaring glass doors were imposing. There were security men at the door, and the floor was covered with white carpet. It seemed strange to me that it was pristine when many feet have had to go through there. I was a little bit wrong. 

Ryan helped me out of the car, not before G growled various insults at him. What was wrong with this man? I didn't understand it. That was one of the reasons she was still single. He couldn't understand most of the men's gestures. I did not understand them. At a party, I could have caught the attention of several boys and not even realized it. My friends always asked me why nothing had happened with the boys who approached me. It seems that if a guy at a party approaches you, you don't have to talk to him about life, but jump on him and have sex right there in the middle. Or something like that according to the idiots I call "friends." 

Anyway, after all, those insults, I found myself on the street shivering again. This time, not even the jacket was enough. It was the fault of the idiot who had been hugging me like a baby in the car and had gotten used to his heat. The truth is that it was a real stove. In that short drive, I had turned my body thermostat up at least ten degrees. I don't know if it was because of his body heat or because of his beautiful body clad in a suit that made him look more like a god. Or Christian Gray.

You understand what I mean. 

This time he didn't put his hand on my back. No. He decided it was much better to circle my waist and press me against him. I wasn't going to complain. I didn't like shivering and hearing my teeth collide with each other. It ruined my elegant look. Also, taking a handsome boy next to you is the best accessory, especially if all women between 12 and 99 look at you with envy. He wanted to give them all a sleeve cut and stick his tongue out at her. It was too childish, so I preferred to imagine it. On the other hand, they did not know G. His exterior would be everything precious in the world, but inside ... Uffff ... He was unbearable. 

We walked in and suddenly my body relaxed. The temperature there was warm and pleasant. Everything was lit by lamps that gave off soft light. White was the predominant color. There was only one table occupied, with a man at the head. At his side were several men with their women, several single men, Cami, Hunter, and Brunette. Cami was sitting next to the man at the head of the table and seemed the center of everyone's attention. Would that be the so-called "Boss"? Just thinking about it gave me chills. I didn't want to meet him. To be honest, a part of me, the crazy person who does things without thinking, was curious to know what this man was like. The other, the rational one, wanted to turn around and run. I was about to try when the arm around me tensed. I had forgotten that G was holding me. He didn't tell me anything. I figured that in front of the bosses he had to be nice to me. Ha, The party was about to start. 

I pulled back the chair next to Cami and I sat down, smiling at her. Next to me was Hunter, who got up the moment G approached him with an unfriendly face. He mumbled an excuse and sat further away, leaving the chair next to me for the idiot. It seemed that the night was going to be more than interesting. I held back the laugh. Cami imagined something like that because she looked at me funny. I nodded a little and a giant grin crossed his face. Having a buddy for these things was great. 

- Welcome to my family, Miss Samantha Stephens- He raised an amused eyebrow. Yes, my last name was the same as Bewitched. I think that was the trigger for my mother's obsession. My father did not object. I should have told him it was pathetic. It was already a little late.- Nice to meet you. I am Gregory Wolfe, the president of my family.- I was about to yell at him that his "family" was called a "mafia" by the rest of us mortals.- I am sorry that your income has been so ... problematic.- "Problematic" It was a bit short. - It will only be temporary and until then I hope our presence is not unpleasant. G will take care of your protection. All your work has been transferred to another person to focus exclusively on you.- WHAT? NOOOOOO. I was about to reply but this time I stopped. This man was not one to take my sarcastic remarks too well. 

- Nice to meet you, Mr. Wolfe- I smiled as innocently as I could. Being vulnerable would make them treat me more gently.- I'm sure I'll be fine. Camille has made me feel very comfortable since I arrived.- The girl to my right took my hand and squeezed it. It was very pretty.

He nodded and the waiters began to put food on the table. I was checked when I saw so much food together. He didn't even have to ask. The best thing is that almost 100% of the dishes I liked. Wolfe (step from calling him "Mr. Wolfe", too much work and respect that I do not feel) began to talk business with a man like that. They put a plate of pasta in front of me. Since everyone was eating, so did I. I groaned at how good it was. A fork plunged into my spaghetti, taking away a considerable amount. I followed the hand and met an idiot.