"I hope so. I spoke with Asma and Leif on the phone. I asked for a full sabbatical year after I’ve explained everything about Mick. They agreed, obviously. I think the ‘myestranged father just died’card helped a bit to convince Asma."
"Did you finally ask them about what’s going on between them?” Alejandra asked. She had been dying to know what had happened after they left them at the pub, but Callum was a man who respected his friends too much and didn’t want to intrude, even though she could see he was dying to know too.
“Yep.”
“And? Do I have to carve it out of you?”
Callum smirked. Oh, he was enjoying it. The power he held with that information.
“Venga ya,” she almost begged.
He chuckled. “Asma told me they are giving themselves a chance, so I guess it went well.”
Alejandra fist-pumped into the sky. “I knew it.” She loved when love won. She had felt like that even when Sofia had finally admitted she loved Ilias. God, that had been even longer and painful to watch.
He smiled, running his hand over her knee. Then, her mind went back to the main reason they were back in London. "Did you find anything about your half-sister?"
He shook his head. "Nothing. Supposedly, he didn’t have any family. Lone wolf type."
"More like an asshole. I looked up to him. And as much as he was a phenomenal surfer, he was a horrible person."
Callum gave a small shrug.
"You can be mean to him, you know. He was an asshole with you back in Ericeira."
"I... I don’t want to be. I mean, what kind of miserable life must you be living to overdose alone? To have lawyers sort out your legacy because you couldn't face your own kids?"
"You’re too pure for this world," Alejandra teased.
He deadpanned her.
"I’m actually surprised only two kids came out of it," she added.
"Yeah. That surprised me too."
"What do you think he left you in the will?"
"I have no idea. I saw online that he owned a bunch of stuff, but honestly, it'd be crazy to leave it all to people he never even met."
"The wave pool ranch in Arizona sounds fun, though. If you ever decide to open it up just for me, I won’t say no." Alejandra grinned, eyes glinting.
"Already using me for my inheritance? Isn’t it a bit soon, Alejandra?" He winked, and damn it if that didn't turn her on more than the Andalusian sun ever could. “But if it means helping you get back to surfing, I’d do anything for you, cariad.”
She bit her lip and leaned in, glancing toward the front. The driver, thankfully, was focused on the road. If she just moved her hand...
"Alejandra," Callum hissed when she cupped his cock through his grey sweats.
Green flag dressed like a red one. Just how she liked him. "Doesn’t this car have a partition or something?" she whispered in his ear.
With a quick push of a button, a black screen glided up between them and the driver, sealing them into their own private world.
Alejandra smirked, her fingers slithering under the fabric, wrapping around his length, watching the way his head tipped back against the seat, throat exposed, vulnerable. His Adam’s apple bobbed, breath hitching, and her gaze lingered there, on the marks she’d already left, faint but still visible. Not enough.
Never enough.
She leaned in closer, her hand pumping him as her lips slightly brushed the tip of his cock, savoring the way his body reacted instantly to her. Every muscle tightening, every breath turning heavier. His hand found her hair, fingers threading through it, holding her in place.
“Alejandra…” he breathed, her name breaking out of him like a warning and a plea all at once.
