Four weeks laterAnother day at the office. A week ago, I became interested in learning about everything that happens here, so I am still trying to understand how my father's company works. I decided to stop being the millionaire girl who only helped her father when necessary. Also, stop being that woman who knew more about fashion than what happened around her. I admit that I have also decided to occupy my mind to stop thinking about everything I experienced and especially about Lucas, who, for some stupid reason, does not leave my head.I walk down the long corridor of the company towards my office when Ana stops me on the way. "Miss Di Marco, there is a man who is looking for you at the reception," she tells me, somewhat agitated. “Has he told you who he is?" I ask, confused."Yes, his name is Fabián Ferro and he says that he is your husband's lawyer, Mr. Lucas Sandonini."Just hearing his name was enough for me to feel this strange sensat

We arrived at my favorite restaurant, the one facing the bay. Matías, the restaurant manager, greets us friendly; we are regular customers of the place. "Mr. Di Marco, good afternoon, the same table as always?" asks my father. "Yes, please," he answers, and we follow him around the room until we reach the patio, where right next to the glass railing is what we call our place. The following table is occupied by a man wearing a straw hat with a black bow typical of many in Miami. I am surprised to see him reading the newspaper at this time of the day and much more in this place.I am about to move one of the chairs away when a voice interrupts me and does it for me "allow me, miss."That voice and accent. I turned around, and to my surprise, the man sitting at that table was him. "Lucas, what are you doing here?" I ask in a small voice.I look at my father, and he shrugs his shoulders. "I'm sorry daughter, I think you t

I couldn't sleep thinking about everything Lucas told me yesterday. Here I keep tossing and turning in my bed, taking the courage to stand up and go to the office, knowing that I will see him there.A knock on the door breaks into my mental chaos. When I open the door, I see my father in his gray suit, ready to go to work "good morning, daughter, are you still up?" he asks me with a shy smile. “Good morning, father, I'm late, but I can meet you at the company, okay?" I explain and nod slightly."See you there, please remember that we have a board of directors at eleven o'clock and that you must be present" he lets me know, and I nod.Since yesterday my father has insisted that I be present at that meeting since he will report some changes in the company."I'll be there," I affirm and blow him a kiss like I did when he was a child.[...]I get out of the car and then adjust my knee-length black dress; I take courage to enter the buildin

I ran out of the building with the excuse of going to lunch, but the truth was that I wanted to avoid Lucas. Unfortunately, my lunch didn't last all day. The peace that I felt while sitting in my favorite ocean view restaurant shattered when I walked into my office and saw him sitting there at his desk. He's very focused on his computer until he looks up and smiles at me.I don't understand how he can smile as if nothing had happened between the two of us. What part of my hatred has he not understood? Perhaps, it is the same part within my heart that refuses to hate him equally.I completely ignore his insistent gaze and sit in the chair behind my desk. I put my bag aside and moved the computer mouse to enter my password and start working. I do my best not to speak or ask him to stop looking at me. I don’t want to claim him why he agreed to work here. I think I'm going crazy. I can hardly focus on the numbers of the sales reports that the administrative

After a long day at the office, I didn't want to go home. Honestly, I don't want my father to see me this worried and give him explanations. I have decided to leave the driver and drive myself. I need to be alone, walk and distract myself; so, I'm going shopping.I guess I still can't get rid of this habit. I park my car in the Bal Harbor Shops parking lot and try not to think about Lucas.I have always liked this site. However, today I visit each of the clothing stores, and nothing seems to like me. Before, I used to find distractions coming here and buying clothes for me, but not anymore; maybe because I am no longer the same woman. So, as I walk through the corridors of this place, completely distracted, someone bumps into me and practically spills all their coffee on me."You need to look where you are walking!" a male voice yells at me. As I looked up and met his green eyes, which I had not seen in a lon

The next day Before boldly entering my office, I take a deep breath. I know Lucas has already arrived because I can hear the noise of his fingers on the computer keyboard. I walk into my office without looking at him and go to my place. I put my coffee glass on the desk and then my things back as I sit on my chair. I hope he doesn't mention the conversation we had yesterday since I haven't thought of anything. I genuinely believe I can ever forgive him for what he did to me, even if we start from scratch.I move the mouse so that the computer monitor lights up, enter my password, and read my emails, just like every morning since I started working here full time. I can feel her gaze on me, making me very nervous. "Won't you even say hello to me?" Lucas finally asks me, and in his voice, there are traces of rage.I take my hands away from the keyboard and turn to look at him, trying to maintain my composure.  I notice the profound way in whi

I can feel the tension in the atmosphere that you can cut it with a knife."Axel, what a coincidence!" I say with a huge smile and greet him warmly with a kiss."The same my dear Sienna. First we don't see each other for years and now I find you two days in a row. I had a great time with you yesterday, we should repeat it soon," he answers smiling. The intense way Lucas breathes next to me is distracting me."Sure! Whenever you like Axel," I turn to see Lucas. He is next to me in silence, "look, I introduce you to Lucas Sandonini, my father's new partner" Alex, upon hearing his name, looks at me strangely since I had told him about him yesterday."Nice to meet Lucas," he says and offers his hand to greet him. I appreciate that he doesn't ask me any questions in front of him."Same thing, Axel .." and Lucas goes silent after his name, trying to figure out his last name."Axel Serr

After the event, Lucas has insisted so much on taking me home, so I had no choice but to accept. While he drives, I prefer to be silent because I have nothing to say. I choose to ignore him and pretend that I am alone; apparently, he has another idea."Can I ask you something?" Lucas speaks, making me look at him."I think you already did, so keep talking," I reply coldly.I don't know how to act with him. I feel like my only defense mechanism is being cold. I dread forgetting what he has done to me. I don't want his deep blue gaze to win me over again. I am in an internal war that drives me crazy. Can you feel attraction and hatred towards the same person?"I would like to know if there is any possibility that I can show you that I am sorry for the damage I have done to you. How can I show what I really feel? He asks me. With those words, he forces me to look him in the eye."According to you, what do you feel?" I insist."Sienna, I've alre

The next day I don't know how to express how I feel right now. Inside me, there is a contradiction that no one could understand. My heart is pounding, knowing that in a few minutes, Lucas will come looking for me. I couldn't stop thinking about our first meeting. I would love to go back to that night where it all began, where my father introduced me to Lucas, a man who seemed completely impressive to me with whom I just thought to have a good time.I would have preferred that our relationship began as a man and a woman who only wanted to satisfy the desire that lives inside of us. If things had turned out that way, I wouldn't be so confused right now.In these moments, my mind contradicts me. On the one hand, it yells at me that Lucas has taken me by force, but on the other, I know that I was dying to be with him; of course, not in the way it happened.  This power game that Lucas and I have raised ended in the worst way. Now, I don't know

The champagne glass is empty, and Lucas, with his eyes, asks me if I want another. I nod and watch the way he refills it. We are waiting for dessert, and I have not yet answered his question, even though I have thought about it enough. We've talked about many things, but not exactly what he believed would happen between us if he hadn't been a jerk."I am ready to answer the question you have asked me and that was pending between the two of us," I confess, and Lucas looks at me expectantly."I hear you," he says firmly.Before answering him, I wait for the waiter to put the plates with the dessert on the table, and once he leaves, I take a deep breath and try to gather the courage to answer."The night I met you, I was still very hurt by Ramiro; you know that story well. It was your plan," I say firmly."Sienna, I ..." he tries to answer, but I raise my hand as if asking him to be quiet."Don't talk about it anymore. We've already had that co