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“And I have no reason to lie about this.”

“You do,” he corrected. “After all, you were trying to escape last night.”

I felt anger rush through my veins.

“AFTER he attacked me!” I cried.

My breathing started to accelerate, and I felt the earth move under me. Alejandro caught me in his arm before I collapsed on the floor. I leaned on his shoulder and closed my eyes to try to make the spinning stop. Alejandro put his arms around me, holding me closely to him. I gestured toward the bed, and he slowly took me there, then covered me with the sheets.

“You can’t be your usual hotheaded self right now,” he teased softly. I shot him a death stare. “Doctor’s orders,” he said, lifting his hands in the air.

I lay there, puzzled. I felt overwhelmed by his attitude. He was tugging at my anger. I couldn’t fathom that he would have been the one to try to hurt me, but then again, he was holding me hostage. And say he had sent Juan to kill me, why would he then rescue me and take care of me instead of finishing the job? Why was he acting so nice all of a sudden?

Normally, this would be the moment he either stormed out or I did. Was he really that worried about me? But why wouldn’t he believe me? I had so many unanswered questions, but I felt exhausted. I turned my head toward him, still sitting next to me, observing me, paying attention to my every breath, every wince. Looking in his eyes calmed me, reassured me, and caressed me, until I fell asleep.

Chapter 16

The smell of freshly brewed coffee teased my nostrils as I woke up. Dolores was there, setting a tray with coffee on the office table.

“Good morning, señorita!”

“Good morning, Dolores.”

She had added three vases with a variety of Dahlia’s around the room. Dolores took my hand and walked me to the table, refusing to let me do it alone.

“Dolores, do you know where my clothes are? This is not really my room—I mean, the room I was sleeping in before,” I asked hesitantly.

“I put them in here, miss. Don Alejandro has lots of space.”

“Thank you.”

When Dolores left the room, I opened the closet door. I found myself in a large walk-in closet with oak cabinets and a good amount of light.

Alejandro had a taste for the fancy. I passed by all his suits, his jeans, his shirts, and got to the back wall, where some watches, belts, and perfume were neatly arranged. I wanted to smell them but got startled when Dolores re-entered the room. Instead, I wandered over to where my stuff was located. I went with a light, simple white dress with short sleeves, the skirt hitting just below my knees.

After selecting my outfit for the day, I walked into the bathroom. I was in need of a good and wonderfully long shower.

Alejandro’s bathroom had a big walk-in shower that looked like it also could be used as a steam room. There was also a tub with jets. The vanity had two free-standing sinks and a very large mirror. This bathroom was the definition of convenience and luxury. I was discovering quite an elegant side of Alejandro that I really enjoyed. He called me spoiled, I thought with a smile, but then again, he clearly was quite particular and enjoyed his own taste of luxury.

I took a long, hot shower, feeling life slowly get back into me. I enjoyed putting some lotion on my body, appeasing my thirsty skin. I was starting to feel like myself again, despite the elevated bruise on my forehead.

When I got out of the shower, Dolores was setting food for me on a table on the balcony, and I went to join her. I wasn't hungry but was pleased with the idea of sitting outside. I noticed that Dolores put down two table settings.

As I was about to inquire, I heard the bedroom door open. I turned around to see Alejandro walking toward me, a grave look on his face. Dolores, after she finished setting out the most perfect breakfast, left the room.

“You shouldn’t be standing for too long,” he said, pulling out one of the chairs for me.

I sat down and let out a sigh. Alejandro put some eggs and bacon with some avocado on my plate and went to sit in the empty chair.

“Thank you.”

“Did you sleep well?”

“I did. I feel much better. I just have a bit of a headache.”

“Good. Did you take the pain meds?”

“I don’t really think I need them. It will go away on its own,” I said guiltily.