The next day, at dawn, Carlos woke up satisfied and opened his eyes to see the girl in his arms, sleeping soundly, breathing softly, her lips slightly swollen, her delicate collarbone covered with the marks he had left her….
Carlos’s heart swelled with satisfaction and he reached out to gently caress her cheek, his eyes full of compassion….
The girl had been exhausted last night…
Carlos’ mouth curved into a temporarily insatiable smile as he reached up and dropped a kiss on her forehead….
It was good that the girl was intact, that they were legally married, and that the world was called to know that the girl was his wife….
This great satisfaction, that only Micaela could give him….
He looked at her for a moment before pulling up the sheets and covering her well, leaving only her head uncovered, Carlos got out of bed and entered the bathroom….
He could not guarantee what would happen if he continued lying with her in his arms and, besides, he had important things to do….
Mike and Gustavo were taken back to Villa Echave by Yerma and would not be delivered.
Carlos washed up and went downstairs, everyone was up and having breakfast, and he faintly heard the sound of women talking and laughing in the courtyard. Leonardo was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding nuts with tongs, preparing a stew for his wife, when he saw Carlos come downstairs and whistled to him.
-Carlos, you got up before Ernesto, did you sleep well?
Carlos looked at him suspiciously and headed towards the kitchen, saying indifferently:
-I remember last night’s revenge.
Leonardo finished another nut and then exclaimed:
-Of course, no problem, you’re welcome to come and cause me trouble, but, I’m married! Hahaha, there’s no way I’m getting married again!
Moises enters from outside, followed by Romina, the heel girl.
Leonardo turns to his words:
-Carlos, it’s still okay to give in for Moises, he still has a chance!
Moses raised an eyebrow, took a seat next to Leonardo and said:
-Carlos doesn’t have to be at a wedding to get revenge!
Leonardo stopped in his movements, and the next moment, he dropped what he was carrying in his hand and ran to the kitchen to ask for clemency, and in a few moments, he was expelled by Carlos….
The maid in charge of the kitchen saw Carlos enter and hurriedly brought out the prepared breakfast, which Carlos rolled up his sleeves.
-No, I’ll cook it again.
You are going to prepare breakfast for your Mr. a Aguayo with your own hands….
…
Micaela woke up hungry, her mind clouded with the thought that Mike must also be hungry, and only then did she force herself to open her eyes, remembering that Mike was not here, but at her mother’s house, which made her feel sore and weak, for not having slept enough….
Sitting on her arms, Carlos was no longer in the room, and Micaela’s face burned as she pulled the covers over her head and thought about the night before….
-The door opened with a click and Micaela looked up to see the big, bad man she had just crooned to entering with a tray and seeing her awake, the corners of her lips curved in a charming way.
-Girl, it’s time for breakfast.
That done, he closed the door with his foot and headed for the double bed with the tray.
Micaela, with her long hair loose, was sitting in the middle of the bed with her legs bent, watching as Carlos approached with his tray, dressed in a white shirt and black pants, his hair tousled, still handsome as ever….
Carlos left the tray on the bedside table and leaned over, resting his hand on the bed, to approach and kiss the gaping girl once on the lips, with a hint of teasing in his low voice.
-Falling in love with me again?
Micaela’s heart was beating fast and her head was jumping with difficulty….
This devil of a man…
Just now, I was thinking of beating him up, but now, all I have left is my heart beating like a deer in the headlights….
-Ah…
Micaela screamed in surprise as she was lifted up by Carlos and rushed to put her arms around his neck unconsciously.
-Carlos, what are you doing!
Finding him carrying her towards the bathroom, struggling unconsciously, all the humiliating memories of the last night there….
-You put me down, I’ll wash myself….
Carlos’s blow from the sky.
-You’ve got a candy on your face.
Huh?
Micaela was startled and hurriedly covered her face.
The smile on Carlos’ lips became even more inviting as he walked into the bathroom and pulled her down to sit her on the sink, lowering his small hands and looking at the girl with his head down, his voice trailing off a few notes.
-It’s my fault for making Micaela cry last night?
The woman hastened to look up and covered her mouth.
-You can’t say anything else!
Carlos, with his eyes full of laughter, took his hand off her and came closer to kiss her again.
-Silly, I lied to you, I washed your face last night.
I didn’t just wash my face, I took two showers….
Then he picked up his toothbrush, put on the toothpaste and came closer.
-Micaela opened her mouth.
Micaela turned her head, in a mosquito voice.
-I’ll do it myself…
Looking at the girl’s shy face was so tender it made her want to take a bite.
-I didn’t take your shoes…..
With that, he put down the toothbrush and lifted her up with the backhand, causing her to turn around and turn her back to him, her hot breath spreading behind his ear.
-Good girl, step on my foot.
Micaela frowned and obeyed, stepping on the back of his bare feet, holding the sink with one hand, blushing until she burned, and asking quietly.
-Doesn’t it hurt?
Carlos passed her the toothbrush and wrapped a hand around her waist.
-No pain, ready to give you the stomp of your life.
Micaela was so sweet that she couldn’t resist him, so she took the brush and brushed her teeth, blushing and not daring to look in the mirror….
Carlos hugged her from behind, immensely happy, watched her finish brushing her teeth, took her to sit back down at the sink, washed her face and took her back to bed.
Micaela removed her hand from his neck and looked at the breakfast on the bedside table, there was a glass of milk, a bowl of golden colored and very soft looking millet porridge, garnished with red dates, and toasted bread with bacon and vegetables, already cut in small pieces of the right size, and fried eggs, a small plate of washed carrots, the presentation was exquisite and she felt even hungrier.
-Carlos, go over there and eat…..
She wanted to go to the couch, but Carlos said:
-Eat here, and when you finish you go back to sleep.
He sat on the edge of the bed and took the millet porridge, took a spoonful, blew it cold and put it to his lips….
Micaela had to open her mouth to assimilate it and tried to reach for it again, Carlos avoided it, looking at her with godlike eyes.
-Micaela, let me do it, I want to do anything for you, especially today.
The woman froze slightly, it was the first day of their marriage, then, remembering that even longer ago, their second time technically, he had also gone and made her breakfast himself the next day….
The woman was suddenly filled with gentleness and obediently let herself be fed by him, asking:
-Have you eaten?
Carlos forked a sandwich and put it in his mouth, replying indifferently:
-Hmm.
With his passionate look, Micaela wondered what he had in his mouth….
Suddenly, Carlos stopped moving his hands and his eyes rested on her lips….
Micaela’s heart skipped a beat and she became more and more embarrassed trying to keep her head turned away….
-Don’t move.
Carlos’ deep voice rang out, holding the bowl in one hand and grasping her chin in the other as he slowly approached….
Micaela’s heart was beating fast, watching the thin lips getting closer and closer, she hurriedly swallowed the porridge in her mouth and slowly closed her eyes, feeling his cool breath getting closer and closer, then, touching the corner of her lips, the soft touch gently sweeping the corner of her lips….
Micaela felt that soft touch not only touching the corner of her lips, but also her heart….
Micaela opened her eyes to see the loving gaze of his deep eyes….
-Patita, eh?
Micaela half realized that she had just put a grain of rice on the corner of her lips, and was mortified….
Carlos offers her another sandwich and Micaela avoids it, shaking her head.
-I’m full.
Carlos looked over and ate almost half of all the ingredients except the meat, the girl, who was already not a big eater, must have had her fill and turned to put the sandwich on her fork in her mouth, then picked up the bowl and drank the leftover porridge….
Micaela looked at him, surprised, so he had lied to her, he hadn’t even had breakfast yet….
This feeling of sharing a bowl of porridge and a set of cutlery, how intimate it was, made her heart so sweet….
Carlos ate with such elegance that, even sitting on the edge of the bed, he ate like in a good western restaurant….
He finished all that was left of the food, took out a piece of paper to wipe the corner of his lips and said:
-Sleep a little longer and I’ll take you to Villa Echave later to pick up Mike.
It is customary to return to the woman’s house on the third day, but three days later?
Carlos’s fists clenched and his eyes rose reluctantly….
Micaela, thinking to pick Mike up quickly, didn’t think much of it and nodded her head, full and sleepy, eager to sleep.
Carlos adjusted her pillow and helped her lie down, rubbing her head with his big hands and leaning down to drop a kiss on her forehead.
-Go to sleep, I’ll call you later.
Micaela curled up in the blanket, looked at his handsome face for a while and slowly closed her eyes….
Carlos took out the tray and closed the door carefully.
Last night, at the wedding reception, Sasha’s parents and brother took the initiative to invite their son-in-law Matthew, whom they didn’t know, and their grandson Tomas and granddaughter-in-law Bianca to their home.
When Carlos went upstairs, he instructed Diego to gather everyone in the living room, where they were all present, except for the few who had gone to the Urena family as guests and Ernesto, Alba and the girls, all of whom stared incredulously at Carlos, who had come downstairs.
Diego came through the front door with a small white frame and placed it on the small table.
The maid took the tray from Carlos’ hands and he looked at the small frame placed on the small table, which contained several bottles, each labeled.
Carlos walked over, bent down, picked up a bottle of water and looked at what it said on it:
Untreated.
He raised his eyes to the crowd and spoke with a serious expression:
-The water here, is diverted from that lake where we fell yesterday, the women don’t need it, the men, does anyone want to join me and try to drink it?