Cuando Mi Amor Llega Tarde Novels & Stories

A passionate kiss united us Under that bright night sky, love reigned, and the future smiled at us And believe me, I was ready to live fully again and fight the whole world if I had to, to protect this happiness I deserved — and that I denied myself for far too long Ladies, we all deserve it Not just me Not just a few women All of us We went back inside and the party kept going beautifully Suddenly, my phone vibrated “Unknown number?” I murmured, surprised I stepped into the kitchen But when I answered, the call ended Right after that, a message appeared

I had nearly burned myself. I quickly pulled my hand away, my heart racing. “Focus, Charlotte. Focus on making dinner.” I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to calm down. By the time everything was ready, the house had settled into its usual quiet rhythm. All that was left was to wait for him. I glanced at the clock and saw he was late again. I told myself it was fine. It always was. His work demanded his time, and I understood that. I had always understood that. Still, a small part of me hoped tonight would be different. That he would come home, sit with me, maybe ask about my day. Maybe notice my mood.

“I’m already in the lobby, sweetheart.” “Jeez.” She hissed over the phone. “What’s wrong with you? You don’t accept no for an answer.” “At least you know me now.” I entered the elevator and punched her apartment floor number. “I’m going to be late tomorrow. You don’t know me if I have a lack of sleep.” “Fine. Report at nine.” “You’ve got to be kidding me. What is it that can’t wait until tomorrow?” “Me. I can’t wait. Patience is not my strong suit, sweetheart.” I walked into her apartment, and the door was slightly ajar.

He helps me wear his leather jacket. "Sorry, I ruined the day," I whispered. He must have heard it as he pulls me closer to his. "Love, you didn't ruin the day. You give me the privilege to spend a day with you making a baby." "W-What--" He suddenly crashes his lips to mine. *** I look down at my watch and waited some more. He said he's gonna meet me up for dinner. He informed me that he will arrive late this evening instead of going back tomorrow morning. He said it'll take him only an hour before he arrives but why is it that he's not here yet?

“When I want to date, I have my ways.” “Oh, really. You do?” He said, and I nodded with a smile, until my eye caught the time on my watch. “Jeez, I’m sorry, Tray. I’m late. My nephew’s waiting.” “Oh, I forgot you were going to his house first.” He intoned flatly.

The bar felt heavier tonight. Kai was already waiting when Damien walked through the service door at 11:51 p.m. four minutes late. The rooftop was empty, lights low, rain tapping insistently against the glass like it knew something was about to break. Kai didn’t smile. “You’re late again,” he said, voice flat but edged with something sharper than annoyance. “Thirty nights, Damien. Thirty fucking nights, and you still can’t give me the full hour I wait for you every single day.”

he asks seeing I have no answer, “Good luck girl calming the beast ,he has been muttering how he hates lateness every time he asks me what time you will arrive. Oooh you look stunning today. “He winks and pushes me towards my office. I being the clumsy me and also not realizing the door was almost open almost fall inside my office. It doesn’t happen since the culprit responsible for opening the door from inside catches me in his arms. It takes about a minute for him to realize that I am late and he lets go of me as if I am suddenly burning him, making me fall my ass down, hitting my left leg on the door. I stand up ignoring the pain on my left leg and move towards my seat. Miles checks me

“It’s called the Estrella del Mar. I want to see you, mi amor.” I couldn’t resist that purring voice. “Give me fifteen minutes,” I said.

The message was directed to my old number. "Grace, you have one day to show yourself. Come back to me immediately, or face the consequences." I let out a dry, bitter laugh. 'I’m right here, Caleb. Just inches away, but you can’t see me anymore.' My phone, long forgotten, sat dead in the back of a storage closet somewhere. Even if I wanted to answer, it had probably lost its charge by now. As the minutes ticked by without a response, I watched Caleb’s agitation grow, his pacing becoming more frantic. Finally, he snatched his coat from the couch and stormed towards the door.

she breathed, “I’ve come.” Nathan went still. Then he smiled. Not the smooth, controlled smile I knew. This one was almost surprise mixing with utmost joy, too out of control. “Chloe?” His voice cracked. She stepped closer, took his hand, “I had to come. I hoped I wasn’t too late…” And just like that, the room faded. Nathan and Chloe were in some untouchable bubble of memory and love. People stared. I felt their pity like glass shards under my skin.