31 Minutos Juanin Novels & Stories

Leigh ended up leaving the Fuegos and the rest was history. Carefully, the old man stood from his seat as he saw her. Minah stood in front of him, clenching her teeth. Juan Miguel looked ten years older than the last time she saw him. The wrinkle on his forehead looked much more evident and the darkness under his eyes looked more apparent. This must be the perfect appearance of someone who was being eaten up by guilt. “Hija…” The corner of her lips lifted. She tossed the flash drive on top of the coffee table right before him, keeping her expression blank. Juan Miguel darted his eyes at the USB drive before he stared back at her.

Juan stepped out of the room, leaving Marissa to her thoughts, clung to a pillow. True to his word, Juan returned and found Marissa. As she rested her head on his chest, she whispered, "Hold me." Without hesitation, he held her, providing the comfort and warmth she sought. * * * In the morning sunlight filtering through the window, accompanied by the cheerful sounds of birds, Marissa awoke to find the bed empty, Juan absent. After a refreshing shower, she descended the stairs to find Juan with the family, an air of concern and distraction about him.

As I push my way into Alfredo's at nine-thirty on the dot, I mentally prepare myself for the Spanish Inquisition. For once Michelle is already there ahead of me, waiting with two steaming lattes and the biggest cinnamon bun I have ever seen. "Oh my god," she sighs with a mouthful of crumbs. "You so have to try this." "Mmm, looks scrumptious." I eye the bun with delight, feeling ready to get everything off my chest. I settle down in my seat, breaking off a piece of the bun, and take a sip of my coffee.

Juan teased. I stared at him, unamused. “ Wait…, don't tell me you've got someone now.” He whispered,eyes gleaming. “You know, I finally get why Aunt Julitta sometimes talks about selling you. Honestly.” I smirked. “Oh please, my mom adores me. Wanna bet?” Juan grinned, pulling out his phone to call her. While he was dialing, I glanced outside the café window. I saw another fight, a couple arguing,the girl looked heartbroken. The guy looked desperate. Words didn't need to be heard, their faces told the whole story.

“Okay, mom. I am taking my special key-chain with me as well, so don’t worry.” A small smile lands on Eva’s lips now and she nods approvingly. “That’s my girl. Go have fun.” I head toward the back of the house where Juan is supposed to wait for me and it takes him less than five minutes show up. The heat has grown in portions, but it’s still bearable and with the shadows around I think I can tolerate it, plus my light clothes are a step in the right direction. “So, how much time do you have?” Juan asks, checking the old-fashioned watch on his watch, which I can’t help but notice is cracked at some place.

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

Juan walks all excited towards Nina who analyzes me from head to toe, surprised: — Wow, Miss Salazar looks beautiful. - Compliments — Is all produced and wearing heels? — Thanks, but it’s just for work.- I say lying, taking my black bag off the couch. So I turn around and say to Nina. — Today, I wonder if it would be possible for you to stay with Juan for me after hours? — Of course, it will be a pleasure to stay with this prince. - Says Nina taking Juan in her lap. — Have fun, ma'am.

He was waiting for me in the lobby. As Damian and I stepped off the elevator, laughing together, Luca blocked our path. Fiona was with him. I couldn't believe they were still attached at the hip. "Angelina, is this why you dumped me? For this guy?" I marched up to him and slapped him so hard his head snapped back. "Do you really want me to tell everyone in this lobby exactly why we broke up?" "Oh, so just because I had a little fun with Fiona before the wedding, you’re gonna throw it all away?"