The people around them could not help but cheer, exclaiming with envy that such a scene was very romantic.
Alba showed a smile on her face, feeling very happy for Micaela, however, without knowing why, that familiar dizziness attacked her again. She took a step back, trying to repress that annoying feeling.
Micaela hugged Carlos tightly, smelling the familiar and pleasant smell, and joy almost flooded her.
-Let’s go home, okay? -Carlos’ deep and attractive voice rang in her ears.
Micaela nodded her head and wanted to turn to say goodbye to Alba, but realized that Alba was no longer there.
“Is she gone?”
Carlos opened the back door, got into the car with Micaela, and lifted a panel that separated front seats with the back ones.
As soon as the door closed, Carlos grabbed the woman in his embrace and grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and kissed her on the lips dominantly.
Micaela could not resist his passion and just let herself be carried away by the man, her heart beating rapidly.
Carlos violently kissed her tender white neck, trying not to leave hickeys there. Incessantly, he mentally told himself, “Carlos, that’s enough! You can’t go on any longer.”
Sitting in the front seat, Diego drove quietly. At Brillantella’s gate, he saw Alba’s back of leaving through the rearview mirror, as if she was in quite a hurry.
“Maybe Ernesto was waiting for her nearby?”
They say the best way to let someone go is to start a new relationship. And Diego was glad he had found the right person.
Thinking of his girlfriend, he couldn’t help but speed up the car. After taking his master and Micaela back, he could go get his girlfriend.
Ten minutes later, the car stopped in Barrio Fanslan, but after waiting for quite a while, Diego didn’t see his boss get out of the car.
“Fuck, are they doing something intimate in the car!”
Diego made a face of disbelief, but very soon abandon such an assumption.
“That’s impossible. Even if Mr. Aguayo was carried away by his desire, with Miss Noboa’s preserved character, she wouldn’t let him do something like that in the car.”
It was true that Diego had overthought it.
But indeed Carlos had kissed Micaela all the way, and it was also true that he wanted to desire her in the car, but he finally restrained the impulse with difficulty.
Standing in the man’s embrace, her face flushed, Micaela softened her voice and whispered:
-Carlos, get out of the car first…..
Hearing this, Carlos smoothed her messy clothes, adjusted his mood, got out of the car with her and then went upstairs together.
As soon as he entered, Carlos held the little woman against the shoe closet by the door, looked at her with deep eyes and asked knowingly:
-Mica, do you miss me or not?
She said nothing, her face so flushed it could almost burn at any moment, she looked lovingly into the man’s eyes and began to unbutton his shirt. Knowing what she wanted to see, he spoke lightly:
-Tontita, it’s gone after all this time, but I don’t mind if you leave more marks on me, eh?
Micaela bit her lip. Indeed, her chest was very smooth and that mark was no longer visible at all.
The woman was so shy, but still, bravely, she approached him.
Carlos thought his little woman was getting prettier and prettier and he really loved her to death.
Before she could touch his skin, the phone in her purse suddenly rang.
Micaela was a little startled and looked up hurriedly.
A little annoyed by the sudden call, Carlos picked it up and whispered in a low voice:
-Don’t answer. Let’s go upstairs…
Micaela wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her flushed face against his chest in assent.
Carlos drew a satisfied smile on his lips and quickened his pace. Bursting into the bedroom, the man gently laid her on the bed. However, Carlos’ phone rang.
He ignored it and kissed the woman affectionately.
The cell phone rang incessantly several times and the passionate atmosphere was finally ruined. Carlos became very angry, got up to grab his cell phone while cursing, “Fuck, you better pray it’s something urgent!”
Micaela blushed with embarrassment and buried her head in the pillow.
It was Ernesto calling Carlos. And as soon as he picked up the phone, his anxious voice could be heard:
-Carlos, did you see Alba when you went to look for Micaela? Did you go back to Barrio Fanslan? Is she there?
Carlos frowned, and a bad feeling came over him.
Every time Ernesto couldn’t locate Alba, he worried that she had forgotten himself again. He had asked Eric about her and Eric told him that she had left with Micaela, but he couldn’t get in touch with her and she hadn’t returned home.
Micaela seemed to sense that something was wrong and stood up to look at the man.
-Don’t worry. Maybe she’ll come back later,” Carlos soothed him quietly.
-If he comes to your house, call me first thing in the morning, okay?
Carlos promised and hung up the phone.
-What’s wrong? -asked Micaela curiously.
Carlos stroked her head, kissed her forehead, and said in a slightly helpless voice:
-Alba probably forgot about Ernesto again. He can’t find his girlfriend and called me.
Micaela was startled, hurriedly took out her cell phone from her purse and discovered that the missed call was from Ernesto. She immediately dialed Alba’s number, but received no answer.
Instantly, a wave of panic swept over Micaela.
-Alba has always been fine, why…?
Carlos took her in his arms and reassured her:
-Maybe she just went shopping and will be back home soon…?
Micaela shook her head, more and more uneasy, and said in an anxious voice:
-No, he told me he would take a cab to go look for Ernesto. She must have suddenly forgotten about Ernesto again….
Carlos frowned and picked up the phone as he calmed her down:
-If she really forgot Ernesto, she would definitely come here to look for you. Don’t worry, I’ll call Mateo and ask if she’s there.
Micaela nodded hurriedly, but then was disappointed to learn that Alba had not returned home.
At this moment, Ernesto, being on tenterhooks, drove around looking for the streets Alba frequented. Alba’s life is really very simple. When she was not accompanying Micaela, she was with Ernesto, therefore, he was almost certain that she had forgotten him.
“Alba, it doesn’t matter if you have forgotten me. However, why don’t you answer my calls, you have to be safe and sound!”
Ernesto rambled on thinking about missing women’s reports and then reassured himself that no such thing would happen to Alba.
Suddenly Ernesto remembered this Miguel, was quite startled and immediately called his father. As soon as the call connected, he questioned him in an unpleasant tone:
-Did you take Alba with you?!