"Excuse me?" He looked at me confused, but I knew he was pretending to be clueless.Both he and I knew perfectly well why I had this attitude. We both knew that at that moment, even though I loved him with all my heart, he wasn't my favorite person."I understand that because of the contract, you can't be with me, and you're in a delicate situation with your family where you need money, I understand that perfectly. But why didn't you have the courage to tell me?" I stared into his eyes. "Instead of leaving my house like that and letting me find out through my father that you had left me for a stupid apprenticeship at the company... It's not fair, Ethan. I didn't deserve that."Emotions welled up in me. I felt overwhelmed, exhausted, annoyed, hurt. Everything I hadn't told anyone, everything I had rehearsed not to say to him, had all come out the wrong way.I needed to vent, and for some strange reason, my brain thought that this moment would be perfect. My words didn't waver for a mom

I made a gesture with my hand for him to go check on the food peacefully. I started pouring and counted 6 seconds in my head.1...2...3...4...Why did he have to be so handsome? With that smile and those eyes. Or why did he have to be such a good kisser? God, his kisses made you forget everything around you. And his body, holy mother, I would never tire of seeing it.His well-defined abdomen and his strong arms, as if they invited you to hold onto that arm for all eternity, and his footballer's legs. Or his face itself, with that hypnotizing and charming smile he had, or his eyes,God, I would never find eyes as perfect as his, so penetrating and captivating. Although you could say it was my first time with someone worth doing it for.I wish I could just forget everything and tell him to go to his room right now... I shook my head and returned to reality. I was still pouring detergent into the washing machine.Where did I leave off? Ah, right. 5... and 6.I left the box where Ethan h

Ethan's POVMine looked at me with such compassion that it almost made me want to give in and tell her everything, but I knew I couldn't.If I did, I could never be with her again.I turned away from her gaze and looked the other way. I felt like a coward, a wretch for allowing someone to keep me away from the woman I loved.From the moment I thought I saw her at the bar of that club, my heart had been racing. I hadn't planned to go, even though Frank had begged me to. In my innermost thoughts, I convinced myself that I should thank him. It had been so long since I had seen her, and I fantasized about seeing her so often that I no longer knew if it was a trick of my subconscious, reminding me every chance it got that seeing her was what I yearned for most in this world.Minerva looked so spectacular in that dress, so provocative. Seeing her that way reminded me that I had made the right decision with that contract.I knew why her father did it; he had his overprotective reasons for do

I rolled my eyes and got up from the floor.I adjusted my dress again and grabbed my broken heels. Honestly, I was embarrassed to have to walk in them, but I had my pride, and I wasn't going to step barefoot on the street.Ethan grabbed his car keys and opened the door of his house, waiting for me to follow."Hadn't you told me your car wasn't here?" I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms in the doorway.Ethan raised his head a few inches, as if he were trying to remember that conversation. He looked at me again and smirked."I lied," he said with an angelic expression, shrugging.I looked at him incredulously; I had believed him like a fool. I shook my head a couple of times, and before I could say anything, he stepped forward and kissed me to silence me.I decided to let it slide; I was too happy to be bothered by trivial things like him lying about not being able to drive me home.Before leaving his building's parking lot, Ethan's cellphone rang.He took his phone out of his pocket,

Esther was a special person, affectionate, attentive, kind, with a free spirit within a body as small as the one standing in front of me. She wasn't very tall; in fact, I was taller than her by a few centimeters. Her eyes were gray, and she had a smile that could melt any man's heart. I imagined that if she had hair, it would be a coppery color.She was an exemplary mother, like all mothers. She often told me stories about when Ethan and Daniel were younger and the mischief they used to get into. She also mentioned how happy she was that someone like me was with her son, saying it was what I needed.Although it sometimes felt like she was trying to sell me on her son, I couldn't help but laugh at all the good things she said about Ethan.While I helped with simple tasks for the meal, she buzzed around the kitchen, doing a million things at once. It was impressive to see her so active despite her serious illness, cancer.Whenever she asked me something that I hadn't really paid much a