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 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

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

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 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