All Chapters of Claiming The Heiress: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

KaterinaI blink like a fool at him. “I am sorry, what?”“This place belongs to a friend of Sandoval. And bastards like me are not well received here.”“Because you are a… bastard?” I repeat like a fool, because what the hell is this supposed to mean? Who even cares about things like that?He doesn’t say anything else to explain as a waitress comes to take our orders. I order for him too because it’s obvious he’s not going to do it on his own, and soon we are left alone with a pitcher of cold water and two pristine glasses.I toss the menu to the side and lean into my chair, my eyes glued to the man in front of me. I take in his unruly dark hair, which is long enough that wary strands fall into his eyes, and his white shirt, barely buttoned at his chest, the contrast with his dark tanned skin too damn good to miss. white suits him, it makes his eyes even more glimmering, two charcoals on fire I just can’t ignore no matter what. They spark draws me and I am like a damn moth to a flame

By the time we are back at the mansion, I already have a plan in my head, one I am sure Katerina won’t like, but at this point I don’t give a shit. It’s time for me to get my head out of my ass and be as effective as my father taught me.The second she’s out of my sight, I head toward Pedro’s study, looking for the phone number of the private investigator who helped us some time ago when Sandoval had decided to try something like this again a few years ago. Fernando Martin picks up on the second ring, a greeting for my late father on his lips which quickly turns into condolences I don’t need anymore. I brief him about the problem and hand and ask him to send some private protection detail, because I can’t see how Katerina is going to fight with her noble causes with doom hanging above her head. I might be getting overprotective and really paranoid, but I can’t risk it. The entire time as I make the needed arrangements, I don’t even stop to think that I am working against myself now. I

Katerina I am shaking. I don’t know what got into me earlier or why I acted the way I did at the pool, but the moment I saw Alejandro staring at me with that fire in his eyes, the charcoals hidden in his soul turning into molten lava and I was lost. Enthralled in a dream I could not escape. He was so close to me, not moving, not saying a word, just waiting for me… God, my hands are shaking. My entire being is shaking and damn him but even without touching him, or letting him touch me, not really, I feel on fire and there is wetness between my legs that’s got nothing to do with my earlier swimming. I should be embarrassed about the way I handled the entire situation from the start, but I sure as hell am not. “Now, aren’t you looking splendid,” Juan’s voice coming behind me startles me and I jump, scared, heat I hate with the bottom of my heart creeping up my face. “Kate? Are you ok?”His dark eyes narrow at me, and there’s concern there whi

KaterinaI don’t. Kiss him I mean. That wouldn’t be decent, not that I care so much about decency, but the poor guy’s having trouble as it is. And my god, he’s giving me a card I can play however the fuck I want if he gets… difficult. God, what the hell am I thinking?My throat constricts and I feel more than stupid for these thoughts, so I force myself and my treacherous brain, to focus on other, practical things. Things more important than my little crush on my literal step brother. Whatever.“I need to speak with you,” I tell him with a firm tone, channeling all my energy to business.Some sort of interest, mixed with frustration flashes in his eyes. Great. The guy’s still adamant about not letting me into the important side of things, which only makes me more feral to make it work.“Isn’t your time already filled with your renovation projects and whatnot?” He asks with that biting tone of his which for whatever reason does things to me, wet, naughty

AlejandroGod, that two hour trip to the mainland is going to be insufferable. And it really is. It’s hard to keep your cool and ‘grumpy’ demeanour, when there is an adorable little girl curious about you and engaging you in conversation all the time, and even more adorable, hot as fuck woman sitting next to you and spiking up that conversation even more.By the time we accost, I already regret not taking the private plane, like we always do. But the trip was too quickly arranged and the pilot could not be on time for it. So, here we are, using the public transportation, chatting time away with strangers, acting like normal people.“Why are you extra grumpy today?” Katerina asks before she slides at the backseat of our hired car after I snarled at the chauffeur to mind his business.“I don’t like the way he was looking at you,” I reply dryly, because, honestly, I don’t care at this point. I don’t care what anyone has to say about the way I feel, or notices for t