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George was there, talking to Richard and what looked like two couples. Those were friends of Richard, two of whom also worked at the company. There was no sign of Alejandro. I walked down the stairs and grabbed the hand George was offering.

“You look stunning,” he said as he kissed me.

“Thank you,” I said timidly as I slowly moved my head away.

“Welcome to my abode!” said Richard.

I turned around to see Alejandro standing in the entryway, looking my way, a frown on his face. Elena’s arm was in his, and she was wearing a gorgeous long, blue dress, her usual perverse smile on her very red lips.

Alejandro was wearing a sharp, black Hugo Boss suit that fit him to perfection, his hair perfectly combed backward, his face freshly shaven. I was having a hard time swallowing as George grabbed my hand and headed toward the group. This was going to be a long night.

Chapter 46

Alejandro

“Thank you for having us,” I said, grabbing the hand Richard offered.

As I looked in Amelia's direction again, my eyes were drawn to the hand George was holding as they headed to us, that fucking ring back on her finger.

Seeing him hold her, as if he had any right, as if that woman wasn't mine, made my blood boil. But for her own safety, I had to be patient. I had to play the game, no matter how much it destroyed me.

“Nice to see you again,” he said to me, shaking my hand and then Elena’s.

“This is my fiancée, Amelia,” George gestured to Amelia.

Little did he know just how well I knew her. Little did he know she removed that ring on her finger just a few days ago just so I could make her come.

“Amelia, this is Rick Hernández, and his fiancée, Elena,” he said, continuing the introductions.

I shook George’s hand and then Amelia’s, rubbing my thumb on the soft skin of her wrist, keeping her hand in mine a little longer than would be appropriate. But I didn’t care. She looked at me with wide eyes. I could tell her breathing was slightly accelerated as she fought to remove her hand from mine.

“As you can see, my very brave daughter is finally back home. I wanted to cancel our event today, but she insisted that we have it and take advantage to celebrate her return. She is eager to move on from the unfortunate incident and take her life back by the horns!” explained Richard as I bit my tongue and tightened my jaw to resist the urge to punch his head until his skull cracked open.

“I can understand wanting to forget such unfortunate events,” I said, holding her gaze. “It must have been a terrible experience.”

She shifted her position and looked away from me, her eyes on Elena. I followed her gaze to Elena’s ring finger. Yes, she was wearing an engagement ring. It was all part of this fucking farce I got myself into. I needed to explain it to her before it was too late.

In the moment, though, all I wanted to do was remove George’s fucking paws from her, remove that ring from her finger, and take her away from this house, where she would be safe. I just needed to convince her to leave with me tonight. She wasn't going to spend one more night under Richard’s roof.

We proceeded to the lounge area by the dining room. There awaited a table with some hors d’oeuvres and a sizable bar with a bartender. There were about twelve people in attendance, mostly couples. So much for a small family gathering.

George took her away to a small group of people while I got stuck with Richard a little bit longer. I wanted to peel Elena from me, but she was just doing what she was supposed to do—making us look like a couple in love.

I couldn’t think. All I could focus on was Amelia. Her beautiful hair cascading down the back of her white jumper, accentuating every curve of her body.

George put his hand on her back. I tightened my grip around my glass and chugged it. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. Amelia finally walked away from George and headed to the bar. I excused myself immediately and quickly walked to catch up with her.

“Two shots of Ardbeg please,” I heard her order.

The server gave her a quizzical look, but he obliged. She chugged both shots and asked for one more.

“I didn’t take you for a scotch girl,” I breathed behind her neck, standing so close that I could smell her perfume.

Fuck, I wanted to kiss her neck, mark my fucking territory. Instead, I slowly positioned myself next to her.

“Two champagnes, please.” I turned toward her.

“I’m not.”