“What’s his name?”“Samson.”Margarita blinked, keeping herself composed as they walked towards the place. Before Antonio opened the door, he looked at Margarita.“I hope you can fix him. He is...”“Let me see what I am dealing with, Mr. Antonio. Presuming the person I am about to meet would not help us.”She smiled as Antonio opened the door with a warm welcome.The house’s exterior was white, and the interior too. A modern couch was ready to lure you in near the fireplace, while on the right, the open kitchen would help you explore the space. The wooden staircase coiling down gives the hind of modernization.“Your house is beautiful.”“Thank you.”Antonio walked her to their studies.“I hope doctors want a close room to treat your patients.”She smiled and looked around at this beautiful place.“It’s not needed. What’s essential is the patients' comfort.”The maid came and served her a drink and some snacks.“Thank you.”Antonio settled in front of her, fidgeting his fingers.“I hav

It thudded the blissful evening at the beach with classic party songs where many youngsters came to enjoy their summer vacation. Padre Balli park beach is known for party people who love to drive on the beach. The music and the aromatic smell of BBQ would not allow you to go anywhere.Samson, along with his men, reached the place. “So what? She wants you to be her puppy?” Antonio growled, looking at the gang.“She didn’t know we came here. Capo wanted me to check on her.” Samson slicked his hair back and barred his peer with black glares.“We are supposed to be in Austin.” Antonio interrupted while they walked toward the crowd.Samson heaved a low breath and checked his well-polished gun before stuffing it into the back of the belt.“Did you tell your doctor I would like to take sessions in bed with her?” Samson smirked.“She is your doctor, have some respect.”“She is a woman. A need for a hot-blooded man, and that fits her description.”They reached close to the crowd where Samson p

Sitting quietly on the couch, Margarita’s mind kept playing the same scene Samson lived with her. Just like her, he was in a state of denial where he was not ready to accept the pain he was cultivating inside. That moment looked easy for others, but she was scared when she announced those seven days in front of him.Samson promised he would not make it easy for her, and that was the part she kept thinking about nonstop. How was she going to handle everything? Her train of thoughts halted when her phone buzzed, showing Mateo’s name.“Hey, jellybean.”“Hey, brother.”“How was your day?”“Why are you not sleeping?”“I am out.” Mateo rolled his eyes.“Out? In the club? At four in the morning.”“You know you can talk to me.” She added.“Even if it is related to Laila.”Laila and Mateo had their strange chemistry going on. He hated her, but it changed his mind whenever she came in front of her.Confused feelings.“Why do you always drag her? I told you, I don’t like her. She doesn’t matter

Day 2Margarita rubbed her eyes when the sun peaked inside from her sheer curtains. She glanced at her phone and realized she had exactly forty-five minutes to get ready and reach her clinic, where someone would wait for her to take her to Samson’s farmhouse. Hastily she headed towards the bathroom to prepare herself, and for the first time, she felt an energy surge through her dead senses to accomplish something today. The previous day was harsh enough for her, but she handled it well with the presence of her mind.Once done with her morning routine, she prepared herself with a baby pink dress with a dive back design, enhancing her curves but protecting in the same way. She didn’t have the time to make a perfect bun and let her wavy hair strands compliment her face naturally. She remembered how she hated coloring her hair blond when she graduated back in Milan. It completely changed her look; now she knew how much she loved her light brown hair. She wore a white denim jacket to look

“When everything was burning inside me... do you know whom I chose to protect?”He guzzled the drink, not letting his heavy throat hint pain in his voice.“You chose to protect the fire.” She finished his sentence.Is this genuine to read his thoughts, or does she actually feel the glimpse of his pain burning him inside?“Have you ever been to that fire before?”“That fire will not let you sleep, will burn everything inside you until..” she knew what exactly he was referring to, and there was not a single night she didn’t stop feeling that fire burning her inside out.“Until...” he questioned.“Until you let it fill your burned, dark self with a new motive.”He shifted close to her. “Do you think it’s easy to fill that dark part with a new thing? Trust me; I like to torment myself.”She knew every syllable was coming from his mouth, defining her exactness. He was going through the same pain as hers. Whether or not they wanted to come out, they tormented their soul with the fire of the