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
The humid air of this city invades my senses. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and try to understand what exactly I feel. Am I able to move on as if nothing had happened? Can I turn the page? I want to do it. That is the truth, but there is a long journey from enjoying to being able.The noise of my heels echoes on the sidewalk, marking the tempo of my hurried steps, and I feel like I'm trying to run away from something. I still don't know if it is from Lucas or my guilt when I feel something for him despite his damage to me."Sienna," I hear Lucas yell, but I ignore him.I accelerate my steps. I fear that if Lucas reaches me, I will fall under the power of his blue eyes. I'm afraid it will convince me.“Please, Sienna!” He yells again. A slope on the sidewalk makes my heel hook, and I fall to the ground."Shit!" I exclaim angrily when I see that I have injured my knee."Are you okay?!" he tells me as Lucas kneels in front of
"You refused so much to receive help, and they had to sew up the wound on your knee and you have a sprained ankle," Lucas scolds me when we are already outside my house.I try not to look at him. After all, I don't want to admit that he was right because I'm afraid of giving in. "Yes, but you've played dumb about the proposal I made to you," I answer, trying to convince him to do something against Raúl.I hear him take a deep breath, and I dare to look at him this time. His eyes on me make my stomach go rock hard. Am I nervous? "I think you should let me take care of that," he tells me.I deny immediately and daringly. I raise my hand and caress his face making him keep his gaze on me. "No, this is not just your business. That man has made you and I hate each other. He has pretended to be my father and if He did that to your sister, I don't want to imagine what he's capable of "I speak honestly.His look, now, is very different. It's as if the
Monday again, and with it my return to the office. This weekend, I talked to my father about the possibility of searching for a new job outside the company. I have not told him that it would be in Raúl Sandoval's company. I explained to him that I needed to make my way, and as always, he said to me that he would support me in whatever my decision was.As I walk through the company's corridors, I can't help but think that my father is genuinely considerate of me on some matters. Somehow, I have managed very well to convince him of my false message of "I need you to let me be."Immediately, the course of my thoughts changes when I arrive in front of my office door, the one I share with Lucas. Since the kiss we gave each other on Saturday, we haven't spoken, and I'm unsure what his silence means. Has he decided to leave everything behind? Or has he not wanted to bother me?I take courage to open the office door. I try to maintain my "have everything under co
This morning I have had three meetings, and I have not been able to concentrate on them. Balance sheets, projections, and strategies have been meaningless conversations to me. I could only think of how Lucas and I have kissed, and I have felt my skin burning as I remember his strong hands running over my arms, neck, cheeks.Concentrate, Sienna! I yelled at myself inside but to no avail. My gaze meets his, and I lose myself again in that sea of emotions. "That's all" I listen to Juan, who ends the meeting.I take a deep breath and try to hide everything I feel as I stand up and walk out of the meeting room. I must concentrate on my plan and start it, try to enter Raúl Sandoval's company and work for him. However, my attempt to focus on all that cancels when I feel his hand grip my arm. "I think you and I should talk, right?" he tells me softly, and I try not to smile.I look at him and melt. Those blue eyes have incredible power over me "d
In my mind, there is such great confusion that I do not even know how to begin to clarify it. I hear Paola saying everything Lucas had told her about me has been one of the most shocking revelations. Everything she has told me is true; The night we met, he was just as drawn to me as I was to him.It would be incredible to go back in time and for our story to begin today. I desire to accept Luca's proposal, be his girlfriend, and let myself go. Still, I am also afraid that the ghosts of the past will return when we try to be together.Finally, we say goodbye to Paola and then go to the car. I don't know what to say or what to do. Will it be right to start over? Will I be able to do it?I think about the words my father has told me many times, and I suppose this is where I should apply his advice."Daughter, to be brave is not the absence of fear. To be brave is to be afraid, but to find a way through it."My father used to say that phrase f