When Alba woke up the next morning, she was the only one in bed, and the thought that last night he had disobediently picked her up anyway gave her a pang of worry. He pulled up the covers and ran straight to the kitchen, where, indeed, Ernesto was preparing breakfast, and seemed to perceive her, turning, his eyes lighting up, which quickly darkened, seeing her running towards him, taking his left hand, carefully holding his arm with the sleeve rolled up, and asking anxiously.
-Does it hurt? Are you serious again?
Ernesto smirks, this affection has not hurt for nothing….
He put down the wooden shovel in his hand, reached out and took her in his arms.
-It’s all right, you’re only so heavy, I can lift you with one hand.
A large, unruly hand groped her soft waist with a sort of suggestion….
Alba gave his waist a hard, unceremonious squeeze, causing him to recoil in pain and unconsciously let go of her.
-Honey, didn’t you come dressed like that to suggest that I could do something about it?
Unconsciously, Alba looked down and realized that what he was wearing was his shirt, white and not fully buttoned, and punched him even harder in the stomach.
-Who told you to dress me like that!
Ernesto covered his stomach and bent over, watching her lustfully as she buttoned up and screamed.
-You didn’t say what you were going to wear, so I got whatever I gave you to wear!
Last night, as she was falling asleep, she was grunting to get dressed, so he grabbed her shirt and put it on, but she ran out early in the morning like that, her white shirt barely reaching her thighs, her long, slender legs glistening.
Alba gave him a stern look and turned to go back to her room, only to have his long arms reach out and pull her back, pressing her against his firm chest.
Thin lips sought her ear through his long hair, his voice husky and sultry.
-Baby, you’re so beautiful, you look more tempting in my shirt than with nothing, I should have given it to you a long time ago…..
The way she appeared in the kitchen doorway, with her long hair in the wind and her eyes full of concern as she ran towards him, was deeply engraved in his mind….
Lowering her eyes, she looked down at the floor, she was so anxious that she didn’t even put on her shoes and ran off with her delicate little feet exposed, that’s how worried she was….
Ernesto is full of joyful satisfaction….
Alba’s unconscious heart beats faster as she struggles.
-Let go of me…
Ernesto squeezes her arms tighter and tighter.
-Darling, who is your favorite man?
Alba was amused and amused at how many times he had asked the night before and never tired of asking and deliberately answering.
-I don’t know!
Ernesto immediately turned her around, wrapping one hand around her and caressing her little face with the other.
-Tell me, baby, tell me.
The voice was extremely close to soft, making Alba’s heart beat more and more chaotic rhythm, how this suddenly so emotional bastard, she really, some can’t eat….
-Hmm?
With his forehead pressed against hers, eyes covered with tenderness, he looked at her….
Alba was a little nervous, a voice in her head telling her that you’re in love with him again, like that moment when you saw him at the door of the living room, heart racing and falling from a look….
She wraps her arms around his neck, stands on tiptoe and touches his thin lips.
-It’s the bastard named Ernesto….
Satisfied, Ernesto lifted her up and turned around, two steps, and sat her on the flow table, his thin lips about to capture hers….
Alba’s foggy brain rambles on….
In the kitchen, no good, right?
But, if he came out, he would definitely have to carry her again, his hands….
No, no, no, no, that’s not the point!
Alba avoided him and stepped back, a little anxious.
-Hey, that was just last night, this pace, it seems a little indulgent!
Large hands cradled the back of her neck and pulled her close.
The man’s voice was low and muffled, vaguely amused.
-What kind of indulgence is that, not that there hasn’t been…..
Wait, what’s that smell…
Startled, Ernesto quickly released her, walked over to the fire and put it out.
Careful with the pan, it’s good, the egg pie is burning on a piece of black coal….
Turning away, Alba jumped out of the corridor and stormed out….
Ernesto was discouraged for a while and didn’t get to eat either end!
Resign yourself to scrubbing the pan and boiling again.
When Ernesto dropped Alba off at Grupo Aguayo it was almost nine o’clock and Angela was already waiting in the meeting room that Diego had prepared.
Her long blonde hair is pulled back, her skin is fair and she looks young, dressed in a professional beige suit, sitting on a sofa by the window, legs crossed, arms around her chest, the fingers of her right hand tapping her arm regularly, revealing the slightest hint of lightness in her mood.
His assistant, a woman about his age, stood, raising her hand to her watch, impatience clearly evident, and speaking in English.
Angela, the only people who come to you for design are the ones who fly to Yakydiza for a one-on-one appointment and wait for you to come, and you do Mr. Aguayo a favor and come yourself, and he’s not punctual!
Carlos and Micaela, who were leaving for the door, heard it just in time, and Micaela blushed for a moment and glared hatefully at Carlos beside her….
Carlos raised an eyebrow, knowing even by the sensual look on her face that she was saying.
Big bad, it’s your fault!
Deep eyes full of love, thin lips slightly upturned as he took her hand and walked in.
Angela looked up and stood up in astonishment as soon as she saw them….
Carlos wears a black suit, is tall, erect, with a handsome face, deeply defined features and an innate nobility that sets him completely apart from ordinary men.
Micaela wears a white dress, GIBIERRE’s new summer model, which seems tailored to her, revealing her perfect figure, simple and generous, it fits her simply too well, elegant and charming, so beautiful that it becomes a landscape of its own, a presence that pleases the eye without doing anything.
The moment the two looked at each other, the sweet atmosphere emanating from their bodies, moreover, he could see at a glance that these two people, loved each other as if they had blended into one, you have me, I have you ….
Carlos raised his hand, looked at the time and said in standard English.
-The current time is 8:55.
It was understood that they were not unpunctual and that the time for Diego to show up on time was 9:00.
The assistant lowered her head in embarrassment.
Angela approached, could not contain the excitement in her eyes, walked over the two men, and had a few moments of excitement as she said
-Sorry, we mean no harm, I’m just a few minutes early, Mr. Aguayo, Miss Micaela, we can start right away.
This is the excitement of a designer, when she sees her favorite models, when she sees them, her mind flashes all kinds of designs, designs that only they can wear to make her feel the way she wants?
One of the reasons why she herself would come from Yakydiza was, naturally, because of Carlos’ fame, and another reason was Micaela.
As a model, she is also the spokesperson for several international clothing brands, she has repeatedly seen in the magazines of the fashion week, and has long wanted to meet in person, in fact, in person than in reports, than on television, to attract people’s attention, this unique and elegant temperament, but also let the many people who read her heart …
Micaela smiles and nods, unconsciously look out, how come Alba has not come yet, a moment ago clearly said she would be there soon?
While she was thinking about it, footsteps at the door and Ernesto’s voice were heard.
-Alba, slow down, it’s a good date and people don’t run.
-Renowned designers like this one also have a great temperament, you know? Not being punctual is frowned upon.
As we talk, Alba runs towards the door of the meeting room, the floor is freshly mopped and a bit slippery, Alba doesn’t pay attention, screams and falls down….
Ernesto rushes to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her close and lecturing her in exasperation.
-I told you not to run but you didn’t listen to me, does it hurt when you really fall?
Micaela covered her mouth and laughed softly, while Angela looked at the two of them with her eyes lit up by the loving vibration that lingered in them, and asked Carlos.
-Mr. Aguayo, this is the other couple, isn’t it? How nice! You are certainly my source of creativity.