Chapter 10 Stealing glances

LUCIANA

Is he some God on earth or what?

I had Julio investigate him. I trust our family PI so much and I know he doesn't make mistakes. He's worked for us for years. He's always been loyal, and always helped my parents unveil secrets about our Competitors or some fishy business I know nothing about. I have no idea why he's been loyal to the Vargas for all these years. My parents would never tell me. They keep me in the dark in most of their matters. I know they have secrets. Even if I try to find another PI to investigate this PI, it's going to be a dead end. Not that I've never tried that insane idea.

Okay, that aside, how the hell did Dario find out about this? It was just a damn background check, and yet it didn't take long before he found out.

First, he zooms his way into VRE and turns out to be the most important client, when no one else is choosing us. The next thing I know, he's the new owner of Delta. Now he's being contacted by Comfort Real Estates again. I'm not wrong, trying to find out more about him. I guess the best way now is to hear it from the horse's mouth.

I thought my nightmare was almost over, but now he has my mum charmed too. What kind of portion is he using? I'd really love to kill his supplier. Since when did my mother, and by that, I mean the great Lara Vargas, become so welcoming to visitors she knows nothing about?

For all I know, it's the first time they are meeting and my mother talks to him like she has known him forever.

Mother was not a big fan of Vicente, and she was glad that our relationship ended. Even though it hurt me so much. But that's just her. And surely that traitor doesn't deserve any space in my mind. I haven't even told my parents that Vicente has a way to save the company. I want to deal with this asshole first step so that we can get back on track.

I thought she wasn't into the idea of me being with another guy. I was wrong.

Until she met this psychopath sitting right here next to me in the car. I've just asked him about Comfort Company contacting him and he's smiling at me. What is there to smile about? Oh God, that's only a sign that the night has taken a turn for the worse.

"Is everything a joke to you?" I ask.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to worry about other companies contacting me. I chose you and I will always choose you."

"Huh?" That's for the second part of the statement. It would sound cute, but maybe in another universe.

"You haven't answered my question."

"I don't have to. I have it all figured out. The Comfort company won't be a bother to you anymore, trust me."

"Trust you ?"

"Yes, honey, I'm here to stay."

Why do I feel he means something entirely different, and whatever he's planning doesn't sound good on my side at all? I'm already dreading it, yet I don't know what it is. Even if I pointed a gun at him, he would never tell me. He'll just make all sorts of jokes.

So, all I have to do is wait for his ultimate plan. I've carried the questionnaires for him. The sooner I'm done with him, the better. I just want him out of my life and that's it. I need my normal life back.

Okay, scratch that. Nothing about my life is even normal.

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We arrive at the restaurant he supposedly chose. "Did you google this, or do you just know the city so well?" I ask as we walk in.

"What do you mean 'know the city well'? I could buy the whole city for you," he responds with a grin. I don't even want to know what that means. And if by any chance I do, I'm not interested.

He takes my arm and hooks around his. He does it slowly, and the thought of his body entangled with mine sends a certain amount of heat in my blood. Not that there's anything to complain, but, "What do you think you're doing?" I ask, keeping my tone as low as possible.

"It's not good to take a woman on a date and let her walk all by herself."

"This is not ..."

"Yes it is, " he cuts me short.

Most of the girls are eyeing us while we find an empty table that he had reserved for us. Part of me feels glad that I'm with the guy every girl is yearning for. But that is short-lived when we sit down and I remember the asshole he is. We make our orders. It was supposed to be a coffee date, but I cannot for the life of me have coffee at this time of the night with this man fucking my brains out.

I take out the questionnaires that I brought with me.

"You're so quick to get into business. Is that why you carried a larger handbag?" He asks.

"Isn't that the main reason why we're here?" I remind him.

He looks like he wants to say something ridiculous, but I don't give him the chance. I know he has some other thoughts in his mind. Not that I don't either, but this is supposed to be purely business.

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A few moments later...

I've given him the questionnaire, and he's asking me the same questions that are already in the documents. Indeed, this one is a kindergartener. How the hell did he get to where he is?

"Why do you need to know my marital status?" he asks.

Isn't that obvious?

"It's a questionnaire. Everyone answers that."

"Admit it, though, you do want to know if I'm single," he smiles.

All I want to know is which woman is so out of luck that she's stuck with this dock.

...

Fine.

I'm a little curious.

But of course, I cannot tell him that. I will never hear the end of it.

"I'm not answering any other questions. Just follow the instructions and fill in the damn thing. Did you even go to school?"

"Yes, but my teacher wasn't as hot as you. So I..."

"Oh my God, just shut up. I don't want to hear it." I snap.

"Okay." He raises his hands quickly in surrender.

Oh. I lean back on my chair and watch him with narrowed eyes. So he's actually capable of listening, like a normal human.

He fills the rest of the questions silently. I take the chance to take a closer look at him again.

Gosh, isn't the guy hot? I mean, I've always had a quick, rough look, and he always looks handsome, regardless. But now, all my focus is on him. I stare at his broad shoulders closely and attentively. Every girl would want to touch that, and I cannot exclude myself from it. He is so sexy! The few strands of hair hanging at the front of his head have never been cuter.

This is just the spice of the shape of his handsome face. The feature of his handsome face is noticeable even though he's facing downwards, filling the questionnaire. Every nerve in me wants to have a touch of that attractive face. I mean, who looks like that?

The ways his fingers are running on the paper, holding that pen. Makes my mind go to all sorts of inappropriate places. Good Lord! I need to get my head checked. Since when do women find fingers sexy? Well, since today, because here I am admiring them

I must have lingered my eyes on his chest so much that I didn't notice when he started staring back.

"Would you like to have a touch?" His voice snaps me back. I can't hide the fact that I'm startled. My jaws drop. Great, he also has three eyes. Or not. Maybe I was so focused on his chest that I didn't notice him staring. Great job Luciana!

I quickly look away, to avoid eye contact, before he notices the flush on my cheeks.

"I'd love to have your fingers caress my body," he adds, with a wink.

I got myself into that one.