31 Minutos Juanin Novels & Stories

All because I ran one minute over in the bathroom, the company took away my $200,000 project bonus. My own boss criticized me in front of everyone, saying I was loafing on company time. Saying I had no respect for the new rule. So he docked my $200,000 project bonus to make an example of me. And in the same stroke, he wiped out my shot at the promotion entirely. I handed in my resignation on the spot. The next day, the CEO of the whole group came to me himself and begged me not to go.

My phone chimed and I rushed to go kick it up, my frown was a window to show my disappointment. It was just another random text. I didn't get random text during the day but everything was unimportant. Besides, it was weird to have gone hours without hearing from Alejandro especially seeing that I dropped that letter. “You're jumpy today—” I turned to see Juan with a shot of whiskey in one hand and a protein bar in the other. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “Wel hello to you too, I'm so happy to see you too today brother.” I swerved my chair to face the opposite direction, looking out the window to the nice view before us.

He asked when they were seated. "It is alright," Juan said. "The air is clearer, but the weather is not so nice. I have not seen the sun shine brightly since my 3 days here." He took a small bite of his meal. "But you have a lot of pretty girls here." He winked at one of the females passing by. "Unless one of them here is your mate, they are out of bounds," Kincaid said in a low tone. "Of course, of course," Juan said easily.

Wynn said emotionally, “Yes, it has been three years. Yet, we can still sit and eat together like this.” Women were emotional creatures; what Wynn said was very true indeed. Philip was indifferent. He sat beside Wynn and crossed his arms calmly, watching Juan’s performance. Philip did not know what Juan had planned. Nevertheless, he did know that Juan was not the type of person who gave up easily. “Wynn, Philip, here, let’s have a toast.” Juan held his glass up. Seeing Philip’s hesitance, Juan smiled and said, “Why, Philip, you can’t still be angry at me, right?”

“We just installed mini bars in them four months ago. Help yourself and . . . look in the nightstands just in case you two are in the mood for something . . . savory.” “Will do,” Williamson slurred. He guided his date to the elevators. “You ready?” Juan asked his lady for the evening. She nodded. “Okay. We need to make a quick pit stop to the supply room then I’m all yours.” I gotta grab a couple of rubbers. ------- Mindy entered Juan’s room. It was a basic hotel room with a queen size bed, a table, two chairs, a mini fringe, and a bathroom. She cleared her throat as he closed the door.

Six weeks. Juan’s smile spread slowly across his face. “Perfect.” I pressed a hand to my stomach, instinctively protecting the tiny life inside me. Juan’s eyes followed the movement, darkening with something possessive and terrifying. “Now,” he said softly, “we can begin.”

Juan thought it was best for us to do everything downstairs because the noise in the entertainment room was loud as the guys watched soccer, so they came one by one to take measurements, descriptions, and everything everyone wanted their outfits to look like. Finally, I had to take Juan’s measurements. He kept biting his lower lip while I was busy taking measures on his body. All I could do was swallow hard and be professional because I am here to work, not flirt with the shirtless Mayor’s son. “Are you sure that you will be able to deliver on time on such short notice, Ms. Alonso?” I glare at him, then back at my iPad. “Don’t you trust us, Mr. Juan Martinez?” I ask.

I want to curl into myself and disappear. When I finally force my eyes open, they sting from dryness and sleep. I blink slowly and notice a warm hand gently wrapped around mine. Juan is sitting next to me, his eyes red, his face worn with exhaustion, but somehow still soft. He’s been crying—I can see it in the rawness of his gaze. And yet, he smiles when he sees me awake, his thumb lightly brushing over the back of my hand as if he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he lets go. “Hey,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “You’re awake.”

The last time she saw was his broad smile before the elevator door completely rolled shut. Minah clung to the handrail, staggering to keep herself steady. She was floored. For the first time, her knees went jelly and her hands trembled. She closed her hand, clenching her fist. She could not swallow the fact that a stupid man like him could affect her like that. ❤️❤️❤️ “Hija…” Juan Miguel lifted his face as soon as he saw her storming in. Minah stomped right in and her expression was vicious by the time she reached his desk.

His eyes were fixed on his dead wife on the floor. Juan walked slowly to him and squatted to his level. A cocky smile danced on his lips, and he drank in the pleasure he found from Mark's pain. "You don't dare the Don" Juan said darkly. "I'll make your pain and longing disappear,so you don't miss her too much" Juan stood up and turned to walk out. Bit after taking four steps,he spun around and shut Mark thrice, twice in the head and once in the chest. "Noooooooo" Amaya screamed, with her whole body shaking violently.