Luxury car, elegant restaurant, and attention of the highest level are the consequence of coming to lunch with Raúl Sandoval. He pretends to be a gentleman and lets me walk in front of him, but I know he wants to see how my body moves. I don't want to know what goes through his mind. Men like Raúl all have the same thoughts; if he can be called a man.

I look around me. Everyone here seems from Miami high society; elegant, well-dressed, and most in business meetings. Suddenly my gaze meets those blue eyes that I know so well. We are both surprised.

Lucas?! But what is he doing here?! I see he is with a lady in her 60s who seems to be someone important, who is her? Why is he here?

Lucas is surprised too, and for a good reason. At that moment, Raúl, with that attempt of a seductive smile, pulls my chair back so that I can sit down. I don't even want to imagine what Lucas is thinking, much less the rage he must be feeling seein