Page 18 of My Desire (Mi Deseo)

“Bruja,” a deep voice whispers in the way dreams do, “don’t cry.”

When I finally fall back to the earth, my landing is soft and my mind drifts to that sweet place of quiet streams, where the morning sun touches the fields of grass. I stare at the green, feeling a sense of comfort and safety. When the image fades, I feel my mind reaching for the field once more.

“Alvaro,” I whisper as darkness takes me deeper.

* * *

A knock on my door wakes me, making me groan and cover my face with the blanket.

Just as I’m about to yell out for Vicente to go away, my memories come flooding back. I jump from the bed, an audible gasp leaving me as I look around the room.

The dream!

“Miss Guzmán?” A woman’s voice calls through the door, but I ignore her when I notice it’s still blocked by the chair…there’s no way the dream was real. There’s no way Alvaro could have been in here. I spot another door slightly hidden behind a ridiculously large full length mirror. I stomp over to it, grabbing a heavy vase as I get closer, but breathe easier when I see that it’s just an ensuite with a walk in closet.

“Ma’am?” the voice calls again, making me jump and drop the vase. When it crashes to the floor, the woman begins screaming for someone until I hear Alvaro’s voice.

“Bruja!” The door begins to shake, the knob bending like it’s going to break.

“I’m okay!” I shout, irritated by the commotion, but then I remember that I need to play my part here, so I rush to the door and move the chair.

Alvaro rushes in with a gun, his eyes scanning across the room.

“I’m sorry, I just dropped a vase. That’s all.” I look at the older woman before glancing at Alvaro and quickly casting my eyes to the floor. “Perdóname.”

He sighs and looks at the woman. “Darnos un minuto, por favor.”

“SeñorBanderashas requested her presence. I need to get her dressed,” she volleys back, stepping toward me and hustling Alvaro out of the door like he’s a wayward child. He grinds his jaw and looks at me over her head.

I tap my jaw and mouth the wordrelax.

When the woman closes the door on him, she turns to me with a beaming smile, her broken English making her seem sweet and lovable. I immediately distrust her.

“I am Lupita. I will be your hand from now on, so whenever you need something, you call me,asi?”

I don’t answer but it doesn’t seem to bother her as she moves to the vanity and gestures to the seat. “Sit, sit. I do your hair now.”

I shake my head, bewildered by this woman. “I’m sorry but I need to shower first. It was a very long journey. You understand?”

Her smile drops and her black eyes look at me up and down before nodding. “I give you thirty minutes. You need to be downstairs withSeñorBanderas at nine-thirty.”

I nod my head and open the bedroom door for her. “I will be there.”

When she leaves, I quickly go into the restroom, ignoring the shattered vase, and start flipping the nozzles of the shower. I brush my teeth quickly before ripping off the stupid dress shirt from last night and step under the spray. A smile spreads across my face when I realize I don’t have clothes.

How can I go have a domestic breakfast with fuck-face Marío if I don’t have the proper attire?

I tip my head back, letting the spray of the water hit my face. I sigh, the sound reminding me of Alvaro. I can’t help but think of how his fingers stretched me open, how his tongue tasted my skin greedily, how his cock took my barrier with dominant power.

I press a hand to the tiles, my thighs squeezing together when lust suddenly slams into me.

“Fuck,” I groan.

* * *

Alvaro

I watch Lupita leaveBruja’s bedroom, muttering about the schedule she’s a stickler for. I smile to myself. No one ever gets Lupita off her schedule but me and my father.

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