Chapter 3 Having it out

Before Carolina could do anything, she was pulled into the office and turned to face the door. She saw Maximo's scarred hand, but she couldn't pay much attention to it, for he was right behind her, breathing in her hair.

She couldn't understand, but while she felt fear, that feeling was soon replaced by a certain excitement.

"What did you say?" He asked close to her ear, one hand on Carolina's waist, squeezing her there, one leg between hers, forcing his hips on her back.

"You... You called me a prostitute!" She complained, concentrating to speak coherently. His presence was making her dizzy.

Little did she know that he wasn't feeling much different.

Maximo couldn't remember ever having enjoyed sleeping with a woman so much, even though they hadn't kissed, and she hadn't even touched him. After taking her to her room, in the middle of the night, he went back to his own bedroom and went over about what they had done. He wanted more, but he wouldn't dare go into her room and risk her waking up and seeing him.

At that moment, with her pressed between him and the wall, Máximo was taking all the strength he possessed not to turn her towards him and kiss her. And not only that. Her saying he wasn't man enough made him furious!

"You got married for money, didn't you? Who gets married, has sex. And anyone who has sex for money is a prostitute, or am I wrong?" He replied. "Now, how dare you say that I am not man enough?"

He roared, tightening his grip on her waist and thrusting his hips forward. She let out a soft moan and he didn't know if he'd misunderstood it.

"I'm not... a prostitute!" She said, angry, as much at his words as at she enjoying the proximity of his body.

"Do you think I'm not a man?" He asked and moved his hips forward, making Carolina feel him on her back. "Do you want me to show you how much of a man I am?"

She didn't know what demons had possessed her to make her say the next words.

"Yes! Show me!"

Máximo was stunned for a few seconds, but then, he smirked. Carolina was wearing a light summer dress. He ran one of his hands up her thighs, eliciting gasps from the woman.

After opening his own pants, he leaned her body forward, but he saw that the difference in height would be an inconvenience, there.

"Close your eyes."

"Huh?"

"Close your eyes!" He ordered and Carolina nodded, obeying him. She felt herself being turned over and Maximo's breath was on her face. She let go of the jewelry box she still held, but he didn't let her touch him, anyway. "No."

"Let me use your arms to balance myself. You're wearing a shirt, aren't you?" She asked between sighs.

"Okay." He gave her permission, and she lifted her hands, holding onto Maximo's arms. He looked down at her pink, slightly full lips and kissed her.

Carolina wanted to put her hands in his hair, but she knew she couldn't. She opened her mouth, and he deepened the kiss. She felt that he was leading her somewhere, until she felt herself being lifted off the floor and sitting on top of what she believed to be the table.

Unable to take it anymore, she lifted her hands to his hair. Maximo stopped kissing her for two seconds, but when he realized that she didn't seem to care at all when her hands passed over a part of his temple where there was no hair, he decided that he would only let her touch him there.

"Are you still sore from last night?" He asked between one kiss and another.

"No," She lied.

The two foremen stayed outside until they heard the sound of things falling to the ground and decided to go inside. Then Carolina's loud moans made them stop.

"I think that..."

"Let's get out of here. The bosses have already reached an understanding." The shorter one said, and the two men left.

Dolores, who had stayed close by, when listening to Carolina, smiled. She really wanted the two of them to be well and the mistress seemed like a good woman. She walked away happily.

Maximo and Carolina were breathing hard. He put a hand behind her head and pulled her closer. Her face was pressed against his chest. Even though he hadn't removed his shirt, she could feel the heat his skin was giving off and hear the man's heart pounding.

'I can't believe we did it again!' She thought, biting her lip and still with her eyes closed.

Maximo hadn't been intimated with a woman for a long time and he didn't know if that was why he enjoyed that that much or if Carolina was, in fact, different. He was feeling less ridiculous as a man. She seemed to like what they did.

'Prostitutes know how to pretend very well.' A bitter voice sounded in his mind.

"Keep your eyes closed. I'll help you get to the door." He said and Carolina frowned.

"I want to see you."

"No," he replied dryly.

"But... The two of us are already intimate enough, wouldn't you say? We are married!" She complained but didn't open her eyes.

"No. You're just accepting being touched by me because you haven't seen me."

"This is not true!"

"So, you're so professional that you can get over an ugly face like mine?" he asked and Carolina understood what he meant.

She pushed him away, eyes still closed, and scrambled off the table, almost falling.

"You're a cretin!" She complained, holding back tears. "I gave my virginity to you; how can you say that?"

"Nothing a surgery couldn't fake," he commented.

Carolina roared with rage, took a few steps forward and opened her eyes so she could see where she was going. She saw the jewelry box on the floor and with the fall, it opened, revealing a beautiful diamond necklace. She kicked the box aside, opened the door and left the office, huffing.

Máximo saw it all and shook his head.

'If she thinks she's fooling me, she's wrong!' He thought, irritated.

Meanwhile, Cesar was in the capital, huffing and puffing.

"What happened, my son?" Yolanda asked, looking at Cesar as she leaned against the doorframe.

"It wasn't Eloisa who got married to Máximo," he complained, getting to his feet.

The elderly woman, Cesar's mother, entered the office.

"Let me see this girl, then," she pleaded.

Cesar had a photo of the Navarro family on his computer and opened the file. Yolanda pointed to the beautiful girl with darker hair and hazel eyes.

"Is this the one?" She asked and César nodded "But she's very pretty!"

"But not as pretty as her sister, Eloisa!" He complained, pointing at the blonde girl.

Yolanda looked at the two girls.

"For to me, Carolina is prettier. She has a much gentler aura." She declared. "Eloisa seems like an arrogant girl to me. Look at her expression!"

Yes, everyone said that Eloisa was beautiful, however, she had a complicated temperament, because she was too spoiled. However, Cesar knew that many men wanted to date the girl and therefore that made her more valuable. He wanted the best for his son and the mother of the future Castillo heirs.

"But mother..."

"Calm down, Cesar. And look at the bright side: if this girl is not so coveted, she is certainly humbler. Our boy needs someone like that. You see, this Eloisa has already rejected him without even meeting him!"

In this, Cesar agreed with Yolanda.

"Okay, okay," he said. "I'm not going to complain about anything to the Navarro's then. At least for a while.

Yolanda smiled and looked back at Carolina's photo. She had a feeling that this girl would be the right woman for Maximo.

Later, at the farm, Carolina was in her room and refused to go down to lunch. Afterwards, she also refused to go down to dinner and, not even five minutes after her refusal, her bedroom door opened.

First, Carolina jumped up, clutching the pillow that was in her lap, as she read a book.

"But... What the hell was that?" she asked, now irritated.

There was no one there in front of the door.