Page 114 of Game of Revenge

“He’s staying in a villa two doors down, if you go left when you leave.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I grabbed my bag from the couch, gave Francesca another hug, and ran to Alejandro. I didn’t stop until I got to his door. I still had doubts. I still was unsure. I could still leave. I didn’t have to knock. I knew if I did, I could never go back. That was terrifying, but also exhilarating, and the thought of never seeing him again was too hard to bear, so I knocked three times, my heart in my throat. A man opened the door, surprised to see me there.

“Can I help you?”

“I am looking for Alejandro.”

“Please wait here. Who is asking?”

I ignored him and walked in. I went up the stairs at full speed, the poor man scrambling behind me in an attempt to stop me. I entered through the first open door I saw. There he was, putting his clothes into the luggage open on his bed.

“Sir, I told her to wait!” said the man, clearly annoyed.

“It’s fine, Jason. You can go home now. Have a good night.”

“You too, sir,” he said, relieved, as he left and closed the door behind him.

Alejandro let out a deep sigh but finished putting the last of the clothing on the bed into the luggage.

“Are you leaving?” I asked in a low voice, unable to get any closer than the door.

“Isn’t that what you want? Me gone so you can start fresh with your lawyer friend?” he asked, now facing me, his hands in his jean’s pockets.

He took me by surprise.

“What are you talking about? Nico? He’s just a friend who is helping me get back what Richard took from me.”

“Do you let all your male friends hug you like that?” he asked dryly.

“Are you spying on me?”

“No, not exactly. But I had to make sure you were safe. That Richard wouldn’t retaliate. That Mathias wouldn’t harm you for knowing too much. I had to know where you were at all times—at least until the dust settled.”

“Alejandro,” I said sweetly as I dared to get a little closer, “I promise, he is just a friend. He came to meet with me, but that was it. He didn’t stay here. He left. Nothing happened.”

Alejandro looked sad, angry, disturbed. My heart was aching. I felt stupid and selfish, for not seeing the pain in his eyes sooner—or rather, not understanding it. I dared to believe now that it was because of me—and that, I couldn’t have.

“Alejandro, I…I don’t really know how to do this. I don’t know if I have it in me…”

“Tell me to stay, mi niña. All you have to do is ask. I have been waiting for you. I will always wait for you. I will never leave your side.” It looked like he was holding his breath.

“I don’t want you to leave…”

Before I knew it, he was standing there, in front of me, and he lifted me off the floor and into his arms.

I grabbed his face with both hands, and I kissed him, letting out a whimper.

His possessive tongue soon made me forget my pain, making butterflies course through my body instead. I needed to feel him inside of me with urgency, need blinding my senses. He took me to the bed right after he pushed the luggage onto the floor. He laid me on my back and proceeded to undress me. With trembling hands, I unbuttoned his shirt and then reached to remove his pants.

He climbed on top of me. I frantically guided him until he was throbbing inside of me.

“You have no idea how much I missed you” he said between ragged breaths.

“I missed you to, so much!” My voice wobbled.

Alejandro sinked himself in me over and over again, and everytime he did, pieces of my wall crumbled.