Page 39 of Crave
And mine…
My hands roam her body as my tongue explores her mouth, and I desperately want to have her naked and screaming beneath me again. When her hands slide around my neck, and she tries to pull herself closer to me, I nearly lose control.
“Ahem,” Alejandro loudly clears his throat from my now open office door. “Am I interrupting something?”
“Yes,” I snarl as Alexys tries to pull from my embrace.
“I, um,” she pulls from my grasp, “I should get back to work.
“Fuck, Andres,” Alejandro has barely shut the door before he begins to lecture me. “You can’t fuck your staff. Especially not in the office. Fucking careless.”
“Don’t lecture me like I fucking work for you,” I snap at him. “It isn’t like that anymore. That was your choice.”
“It’s not,” he lowers his tone, “but what you’re doing is foolish and could destroy our whole fucking empire. Both of our empires.”
“I would never do anything to risk what we have built,” I huff while taking the seat behind my desk. “Don’t ever doubt my commitment to you. To my family.”
My words strike a nerve and he begrudgingly takes a seat across from me as he collects himself. After all we’ve been through, he knows it’s the truth. While the two of us would die for each other, we are both hot-headed assholes coming to terms with navigating how to be equals.
“Who is she?” he questions.
“Alexys,” I vaguely answer him.
“New? Or have you been seeing her for a while?”
“Sort of,” I respond.
“What the fuck does that mean? How have you sort of been seeing her for a while.”
Having been by my side through some of the worst moments of our lives, there isn’t much that Alejandro and I keep from each other. Spilling it all, I fill him in on my extracurricular activities while he has been away.
“Jesus…Andres,” he huffs as I finish, “And she has no idea?”
“No,” I shake my head. “I’ve been dropping hints, but no.”
“And she doesn’t know about,” he pauses, and I know immediately that he’s referring to our double life running a drug cartel, “either?”
“No. Definitely not.”
“You’re living a triple life, and it’s not going to end well. As someone who has hidden who they are from the woman they love, I’m telling you, don’t wait for it to blow up in your face before she finds out.”
I know I need to tell her, but I dread the idea of her pushing both sides of me away.
“Things worked out just fine for you and Izzy,” I retort.
“Brother, there are no words to explain to you how fucking mad she was when she found out. If the DEA hadn’t shot me, she probably would have.”
We both laugh, but as the man who held her hand and comforted her when we both thought he was going to die, I don’t doubt a word of what he says.
Izzy showed me that it was possible for a woman to love a man as fucked up as Alejandro or myself, and I’ve longed to find that of my own since.
thirty three
ALEXYS
Even with the door closed, I can hear the two of them going at it over what Mr. Marcano just walked in on.
I fucking know better.