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65. Love in the middle of the storm
Both Lucas and I remain shocked at the information that Alejandro has given us. I feel he's worse off than us with everything he's found out. After putting on my nightgown, I get between the sheets and arrange the pillows on the bed's headboard to support my back against them.I don't know if he can get any sleep tonight. All the information keeps going around in my head, and I try to understand how far Raúl Sandoval has come with his plan to impersonate my father. Will my father know about this? What if the economic situation of the company is due to that? Has he hidden all this information from me?"Do you feel well Bella?" Lucas's sexy voice interrupts me. When I look up, I see him walking towards the bed with only that white Calvin Klein boxer and his hair utterly wet since he has just showered."Seeing you like this, of course I am," I joke. I don't know how he does it, but he has made my head focus on his perfect abs and those arms that I like so much, not to mention that damn b
66. The real responsible
Next dayI'm at a doctor's appointment for everyone in the office, but it's not like that. I am with Lucas and about to enter the DEA building in Miami to speak with Alejandro's supervisor and check if everything he has told us is accurate."Are you ready?" Lucas asks me and takes my hand."Let's go," I say, and we both start walking towards the door as if we were coordinated.Lucas opens it and lets me pass first. As soon as we arrive at the reception, a woman with copper hair greets us. "Good morning. How can we help you," she asks politely. I immediately show her Martin Miller's business card and explain that we urgently need to talk to him."It seems that Alejandro is telling the truth," says Lucas as he looks around him. I guess he wants to rule out the possibility that this is a hoax."It seems..." I replay, observing every detail just like him."Good morning. Are you looking for me?" "Good morning, are you looking for me?" a relatively thick male voice interrupts us. We found a
67. It Is Not Time to Be Weak
"Love, look at me," I ask him holding his face in my hands before starting the car to get us out of here.Seeing his beautiful blue eyes full of tears breaks my heart."They killed her, Sienna, do you understand? They killed her because they knew who she was" Lucas speaks with a small voice and breaks. "I don't want the same thing to happen to you," he tells me desperately, and without giving me time to react, he hugs me so tight that I can barely breathe. "Don't go to that office with that killer, please. I couldn't resist if something happened to you. I had enough when I saw you in the hospital, that time when you tried to take your life because of me; I felt like I was dying that day", he explains in tears.His words touch every fiber of my being. Seeing someone like Lucas, so weak, when he is so determined and strong, makes me understand that everything is just a facade; deep down, he is just a big boy full of fears."You know I can't. If I quit out of nowhere, I'll take more risk
68. Knowing The Truth
It was uncomfortable to go in the same car that Raúl was meeting with the Dubai businesspeople. However, it was more complicated to hold my gaze and pretend that nothing was happening when it is clear that he was to blame for Lucía's death and many profound things that had happened to my father and his company. I want to yell and hit him. I wish that once and for all, he goes to jail and never gets out of there. However, I must follow the instructions Agent Miller has given me."Thank you very much for everything, Sienna. I know it's late and that your working hours have ended, but I would like to invite you to dinner to reward you for all this," he tells me when we are just a few blocks from the company.I look him in the eye and try to think of the perfect words to refuse his invitation. "Thank you, but I can't," I answer, but this is not enough for him. At least his smile says that."Is your boyfriend waiting for you?" he asks out of the blue. I try not to show how uncomfortable hi
69. News amid chaos
"Honey, I think you exaggerated a bit," I repeat as I look at the office where they still have me waiting."I'm not. You see, the doctors have done several studies; if it hadn't been nothing, they would have let you go to the house immediately, but here we are still," he contradicts me. I don't know because I still haven't learned the lesson of how stubborn he can be.I decide to smile at him and cross my arms, making him understand how boring I am "if you say so," I answer him.One day, Lucas should understand that not everything can be as he wants. That's what I try to make him understand by pretending to be upset. However, he approaches me, making me nervous "don't be mad at me," he asks me. Lucas leans on the stretcher and tilts his body close to my lips, "I just want to take care of you, as I should have done from the beginning," he defends himself."You don't play fair doing this..." I manage to tell him even though I'm barely thinking."You don't play fair either. You're so bea
70. A Normal Couple
Now that I am pregnant, I must rest and be calm. For Lucas, this means lying on the sofa in the living room while he moves around the kitchen showing off his cooking skills. It's the first time since I've known him that I've seen him do that. Usually, the cook is the one who takes care of all this, just like he did in Italy, although his mother occasionally cooked too."Do you really know how to cook?" I question, raising my voice so that he can hear me despite the noise coming from the pots and pans on the stove.I love that the living room is close to the kitchen, as I see Lucas wearing those skintight jeans and a white t-shirt. Besides, that broad smile makes him look sexy when he sees me."I am Italian, remember?" he asks mischievously. "We love to eat and cook," he continues, and now I'm the one who smiles."I thought you were the typical rich boy who grew up among cooks and servants," I joke.Lucas shakes his head and narrows his eyes as he smiles. "I think that's you, Bella. Don
71. Plans
Next Day It has been quite an odyssey that Lucas let me come to work; however, I made it. Just as he did yesterday, he brought me to the company and left me a few meters from the building to prevent Raúl from seeing him.I enter the building. With a smile, I greet everyone on the way and quickly get on the elevator to go to my office. The doors are about to close when a hand intercedes, causing them to open again. I smile when I see Alejandro enters the elevator "good morning, Sienna. How are you?", He asks me and greets me with two kisses."Good morning, and fine, and you?" I question without taking my eyes off his face. He looks worried. "Is everything all right?"He nods. "Yes, but you know I can't tell you much here," he explains and smiles shyly. "And you?" Do you feel better? I was worried about you yesterday," he admits, and I smile."I know, Lucas told me that you called him and, in his paranoia, he took me to the doctor," I explain and laugh at the memory."I'm sorry. I was
72. Time is running out.
This situation has made me extremely nervous, and I have a hard time hiding it as I am on my way to meet Amir Saffif. The driver parks in front of the luxurious hotel where the businessman is staying and opens the passenger side door. "Mr. Saffif is waiting for you in the central restaurant of the hotel," he explains to me, and I forcefully smile at him."Thank you," I answer and then walk towards the entrance. I look for my cell phone in the bag and take it out to write a message to Alejandro, but apparently, he has written to me first.**I am behind you. Do not look back. I'll sit a few tables away from you and Saffif, and I won't take my eyes off you. ****Thank you. ** I reply immediately. So, I put the cell phone in my bag and finally I went into the hotel lobby to look for the restaurant where the driver told me that Amir was waiting for me.Arriving at the restaurant, I ask for him, and one of the waitresses takes me to the table where he is waiting for me. Saffif recognizes me