Romance in The Mansion
As we reached the top of the staircase, Aurelio stopped and looked at me, a playful smirk curving his lips.
“Going somewhere, mi mascota?” he said softly in Spanish, eyes glinting dangerously.
I froze.
The words made my stomach twist, my pulse racing even faster.
“Yes,” I breathed, almost too soft. “I’m… going.”
His smirk widened. “Good. Keep moving.”
I stepped forward, my body aching with anticipation, confusion, and an impossible longing. Every part of me wanted to run back to Slate, every part wanted to stay with Aurelio, every part wondered what awaited me upstairs with the “big boss.”