บททั้งหมดของ Mr.X: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

I stare at Suarez for a long time. My urge was to tell him to fire me and that he could stick the house and the two million in that place. However, I held back because it was the only place where I could still get two million with just one call. Well, several calls, as it was very difficult to find someone willing to pay for a million-dollar house, but not impossible. I take a deep breath and then leave Suarez's office straight for my desk. The girls look at me, concerned. Alba approaches my desk and asks: "Dália, are you okay? Do you need anything?""I need to sell a twenty-million house by three o'clock, or I'll lose my apartment," I reply without hesitation. This was no longer the time to hide anything."You just sold a house at that price, crazy," Rúbia comments, pointing to Suarez's office."Suarez sold the house. He told me I won't receive the commission.""What a jerk," Rúbia exclaims, outraged. She looks at the other girls and then says, "Well, let's get to work. Dália, send y

I walk through the living room, grab my purse, and head to the car, leaving that place as quickly as possible. According to the car clock, I had an hour to sort out my life. In twenty minutes, I was already at the bank's door, and within another ten minutes, my manager welcomed me with open arms and a huge smile. She opens my account and widens her eyes, saying:"Here, you have four million.""Yes, I'm going to pay off the three million I owe you and settle this as soon as possible," I reply, seriously."Wow, you did it," comments the manager. "How did you manage that?""By putting my happiness at risk," I respond.***I leave the bank, hoping for that feeling of relief, which doesn't come; instead, worry arises, especially when I see the nanny who should be with my children coming towards me. I stare at her, not understanding."Hello, Mrs. Dalia," she greets me without any fear. The nanny must be crazy."Mercedes, what are you doing here?" I ask, irritated."I came to the bank," the

I sit on the living room couch, looking at my children playing with their toys scattered across the carpet. Such a typical scene from my house that makes me believe Carlos's last image in the elevator wasn't real. No, my husband didn't enter that elevator. Carlos is in Portugal working, and I'm enjoying the evening with my children after a day of work. Everything that happened before couldn't be real... I wipe away the tears that stubbornly continue to slide down my face.Suddenly, I hear the door to my house open, causing me to jump from the couch and walk to the hallway. Carlos had come back... He had just taken some time to cool off..."Dalia?""Mom?" I question, surprised to find my mother and Valeria at my apartment door. My sister is closing the door, while my mother is already approaching me. I cross my arms, serious, and continue, "What are you doing here? How did you get in?""Carlos came to our house," my mother answers, touching my arm."He told us everything, sis," Valeria

**Days turned into weeks, and the work on decorating X's house continued intensely.** Thirty rooms weren't a joke, and I felt more challenged with each room, and he was on the same page as me. After that day when he confessed his feelings, X never brought up the subject again and didn't even make his usual advances. He simply started respecting my space and, it seemed, my professional side. Of course, from time to time, I would catch him looking at me differently, that typical look of desire that disarmed me and made me want to run to him. However, it was as if I had become immune to his charm, or maybe I was still hurting. Either way, we were managing to handle each other better without that so palpable sexual tension. Even now, as we were having lunch/dinner with Chinese food and analyzing what was missing in that space. I had the opinion that we should maintain the open concept that currently merged the dining room with the music room. X, on the other hand, preferred to build a hug

I approach X's luxurious black Porsche 918 Spyder, which is parked near the passenger door. He takes a step to the side and then opens the door for me to get in. X looks me up and down without hiding his admiration and then says:“Wow, you look marvelous. If I had known, I would have dressed up better.”“Says the man in a suit and tie, holding the door for me,” I comment before brushing my face against his.I get into the vehicle and wait for X to do the same, avoiding looking toward my building. I smile at him, and even though he's driving, he can't help but steal glances at my legs.“I have to admit, I was going to complain about the lack of transparency in your dress, but you compensated very well with the length,” X remarks, sliding his hand along my thigh and daring to venture under my dress.“It's a dinner between friends,” I reminded him, holding his hand, which was beginning to stray towards the lace of my underwear.“Friends with benefits?” X suggests it with a mischievous to