Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seducing the Enemy.: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

As was his custom, he went out jogging at dawn, a healthy habit from his school days. He went through the nearest park without losing pace; exercise helped him clear his mind. He returned to the apartment an hour and a half later. It was already past six in the morning on that wonderful Friday, promising to be a less busy day than the previous ones. He called the butler but couldn't find him anywhere. Finally, he headed to the kitchen to find something to have for breakfast. He found a note attached to the refrigerator door. The characters seemed somewhat childish, and he immediately understood it had been written by Sotomayor's own hand. He smiled as he read: "Tanarro: Michael is sick, so I gave him the day off. Here's the shopping list you need to take care of... See you later, Sotomayor." His face turned horrified: Going to the supermarket to buy groceries! He remembered that he had never done anything like that. When he lived in the mans

The day started just like the previous ones: exercise, breakfast, solitude... Sotomayor hadn't returned home since Sunday afternoon. He got up several times during the night to check the raven-haired girl's room, but he didn't find her. He didn't call her either, although he contemplated the idea of calling her several times, but with what excuse? He fell asleep, clutching the device with a screen that read, "damn pig." He had breakfast completely alone; the cereal with milk lacked flavor, as if it wasn't the same cereal as the day before... Sunday, Seven in the Morning... "Ah!" He stretched lazily and then scratched his head, running his fingers through his disheveled black hair. He walked into the kitchen, dragging his feet. "What's for breakfast?" Yukio stared at her. Sotomayor entered the kitchen dressed in a red pajama with the nightgown partially unbuttoned at the front, exposi

"He stayed at the station, wandering back and forth, exploring that new environment.He sat on a bench and sighed."Brats... now I understand why they got off so suddenly when I told them I was going to The Blues... I suppose Sotomayor must be annoyed; now she'll probably think I'm a complete idiot." He looked at his finger, still covered with the bandage.Another call..."Where are you?""Sotomayor!... I'm at the Bay station...""I know you're at the station; I asked you to wait for me myself, but where in the station are you?""Ah, I'm on a bench near stop 3..."He looked at his phone with annoyance."At least you could have said something before hanging up like that... Are you so impatient to get this laptop?... Silly Sotomayor!"He glanced at his watch impatiently. Then he lifted his gaze to find a pair of gray eyes in front of him, looking at him with a twinkle. Sotomayor smiled at him and sat down beside him."Are you okay?" Her voice didn't show anger; on the contrary, it seeme

"Let me go! Please descend! I command you! I want to go back!... I hate heights!... I don't want to! I don't want to!" She closed her eyes and continued screaming."It's strange. Last week when we took the helicopter to Hokkaido, she didn't behave like this. In fact, I remember she enjoyed the view and couldn't stop pointing out things she saw... What's wrong with her?" Hibara continued watching Sotomayor, who clung to her seat with closed eyes as if having a panic attack. "Who understands you? Last night, you were jumping with excitement because it was your first time in a helicopter, and now you're screaming like crazy! Jina Sotomayor, behave!" "First time? But just last week..." Secretary Hibara was about to speak when he felt a kick to his ankle and saw Sotomayor's angry eyes. He understood he should remain silent. "I don't want to! I don't want to! I hate heights! I'll die young! I haven't even turned 23! I want to get married and have children! I have so much more to live!

The following morning..."Good morning, sir!" The girl greeted him as soon as she saw him appear in the living room.Shirtless, disheveled, showcasing those well-toned muscles from the morning exercise; the brunette blushed as soon as he saw her, and she fled to the kitchen.Sotomayor descended the stairs and positioned himself behind Yukio, disheveled, sleepy, wrapped in her red pajamas, and wearing bunny slippers."Good morning!"No response. Yukio went after the girl, drooling, leaving her completely alone. She sat angrily at the dining table. She appeared carrying a delicious breakfast to the table and serving it, then withdrew, leaving them alone."Close your mouth, or it will fill with flies!" He raised the glass of orange juice to his lips."......" Silence. Yukio was too distracted to pay attention to Sotomayor's protests. After a few minutes, he looked at her. "Were you saying something?""Nothing! I'm leaving!""And now, why are you angry?"Sotomayor grunted and walked away.