Mexican Novels & Stories

It's been a few days since Alex left, and as much as hate to admit it, I kind of miss him. Mr. Simmons has also been bugging me with the finalization of the selling of my company. It didn't matter to him that I just came from a fucking car accident and couldn't walk. My secretary walked me through all the damages that the company suffered over the past few months and honestly, it was better to start over despite the protests of others. I decided to just get it over with and signed the papers and complete the transfer, not wanting to deal with Simmons anymore.

His voice is deprived from any emotion as if the romance that he’s been put with were all just a show. [Fun Fact: Nuevo León is a state in Mexico. The state of Nuevo León has a gross domestic product per capita (PPP) of $27,000. By 2010, the economy of the state represented approximately 11.4% of the country’s total GDP. Its economy is mainly export oriented and largely based on manufacturing. In line with this, the state has the lowest poverty rate among the Mexican states with a poverty rate of 23.2% in 2012 (Wordatlas, 2021)] “About an hour, Sir.” Briefly, Jacob replied. Long before his eyes landed to Rio. “Should I dress—”

It was good to be home, even for a little bit. The ride home from the airport was nice, my mom and I chatted about New York and what was new down here. We stopped at my favorite restaurant, El Casa de Ramierez. It was a privately owned authentic Mexican restaurant, owned by Diego Ramierez, and passed down for two generations. The food was amazing.

“Here.” I took the cool bottle and sat on a tall stool at their breakfast bar. “Do you think Rei and I could do the same?” She shrugged. “How worried are you about Dario being upset?” “I want to say not at all, but the truth is on a scale from zero to ten, I’m a nine.” Camila pressed her lips together and hummed. “What if you two wed in Mexico?” “Why would we do that?” “Because marriages in Mexico are recognized in the US.” Her green eyes opened wide. “I have an idea but first tell me if this is what you want.”

After a couple of mai thais I wasn't shaking as much and was able to relax a little bit. A very gentlemanly middle-aged man struck up a conversation with me. "Hola, I'm Carlos." "I'm Mila." We shook hands. "You know, I don't speak that much Spanish but I think it adds a bit of charm when I introduce myself." "Agreed, Carlos," I said, leaning back to look at him. "What part of the world are you from?" "Originally, I'm from Mexico but my family moved here when I was ten years old." "That's interesting. I've lived in the U.S. my whole life. What is it like in Mexico?"

Miguel Romero was a young lawyer living in the Mexican capital. He attended an American college, but after finishing school and apprenticeships, he returned to his native country. Miguel was a fairly tall and slender man with broad shoulders, a dark complexion, black eyes and slightly curly hair of the same color. The features of his face were very masculine and looked like carved out of stone, and he had a little bit of facial hair.

Unfortunately, I had to head to my biggest club to deal with some things even though I'd love nothing more than to spend the rest of the day with her and make her scream my name all night long. Sighing, I pulled back the gearshift, reversed out of the place and drove back into the road. I dialed Dominic's number and his answer was prompt as ever. “Don.” “What's the situation?” I demanded. “The Mexicans are pissed and have shut down their operations for now to deal with the mess. Trying to talk through them doesn't seem like it'd work at the moment.” Dominic's tone was annoyed just like I knew it would be. My good friend hated anything that disrupted order and