Page 12 of Through You
“Enough.”
I don’t want to cause any problems between him and his brother, so I loosen my arm from his grip.
“Sir asked me to clean, and I must do as he’s asked.”
Apolo shakes his head and grabs my arm again. “‘Sir’ has gotten enough of this.”
Out of nowhere, Artemis shows up right next to us and abruptly grabs Apolo’s wrist. “Don’t touch her.” Apolo and I furrow our brows in confusion. “Go to your room, Apolo.”
“Only if you leave her alone.”
Artemis lets out a sigh. “Whatever. You two, get out of my sight.”
I don’t think twice and make my exit as quickly as possible.
There will be enough time later to get breakfast ready. It is clear that this Artemis Hidalgo is not the caring boy I grew up with.
This man is a shell of his former self. He is cold, and I despise him.
Five
I have asked you to forget that name.
ARTEMIS
“Wow . . . that was . . . enthusiastic.” Cristina is out of breath as she rolls the hem of her skirt back down. After I rearrange my boxers, I pull up my pants. She wipes her face with one hand.
I don’t say anything and walk to the private en suite bathroom in my office. I clean myself, fix my tie, and return to my desk. “What are you doing here?” I ask. She knows I don’t like visits at work.
She arches a brow and smiles. “Oh, now you ask?”
I jumped her bones the second she entered my office. I didn’t even greet her or give her a chance to speak, for that matter. I needed the quick release of sex.
She sits on the other side of my desk. “We haven’t spent any time together in days, and I wanted to see you.”
“I’ve been swamped with work.” She is aware of this. One of the reasons we work well as a couple is that Cristina doesn’t make any demands and never complains. She knows me well and has adapted to my needs.
“I know. But I still miss you.” She sighs deeply.
I glance over and notice she is looking down, hoping to hide her sadness.
“Would you like to go out for dinner tonight?”
She looks at me with the biggest smile. “Of course.”
I smile back. “Then I’ll make reservations somewhere nice.”
She comes around the desk, leans over, and gives me a quick peck on the mouth.
“All right. I’ll see you tonight.”
She walks to the door, passing the general manager of purchasing, Hannah, on her way out. Hannah greets me with a smile as she enters my office and then proceeds to drop a file on my desk. “Good afternoon, sir.”
“I hope you have good news.”
“Yes, indeed. The bulldozer that was damaged has been fixed and is in perfect working condition. This file contains all relevant information about the machinery, the parts sourced, the cost of labor, etcetera. If you need anything else, please let me know.”
I let out a sigh of relief. The bulldozers are the most expensive machines we have in our inventory.
