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I pictured her in one of those tiny string bikinis and the twitch in my cock turned to a throb.

I cleared my throat to try and clear my head. ‘Sounds like a good way to cure a hangover. I have a meeting this afternoon, but then I’ll be done for the day. I’ll be home for dinner.’

‘Okay,’ she said and I was sure I could hear the happiness in her voice.

What the fuck are you, doing, Alejandro?

‘I’ll see you later then,’ I said.

‘Yes. Bye, Alejandro,’ she purred and the words bypassed my brain and went straight to my dick.

‘Adiós, princesa.’

One hour later, I was freshly showered, changed and ready for my late lunch with the mayor when I bumped into Malcolm Grant and his wife, Amelia, in the lobby of my hotel.

‘Alejandro,’ Amelia said as she approached me, kissing me on each cheek and enveloping me in a cloud of sweet, cloying perfume.

Malcolm walked up behind her and shook my hand. Malcom was an investor and he and his wife also spent a lot of money in my hotel. He loved the golf and she loved the spa.

‘Where have you been keeping that lovely new wife of yours?’ Amelia said as she batted her eyelashes at me.

‘I could ask the same of you, Amelia. She’s out doing charity work almost every single day.’

Amelia blinked at me and then I saw the hint of a smile on her lips.

‘What?’ I frowned.

She fiddled with her earring and pursed her lips while she looked between me and her husband.

‘What is it?’ I snapped, trying to keep a lid on my temper.

‘It’s not my place to say,’ she said coyly and I knew she was lying. Amelia Grant loved drama and any chance to cause some was a good day out for her. ‘But, Alana only came to one of our lunches about three weeks ago, and she left after an hour.’

‘What?’ I snarled.

‘Well, I suppose I can’t blame her. Some people just aren’t cut out for it, I suppose,’ she simpered. ‘It takes its toll. So, I wonder why she told you she was doing charity work then?’

I felt the anger surging through my chest and thundering around my body. If Alana wasn’t with Amelia and her crones, then where the fuck was she going every day?

‘I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding,’ I said with a forced smile. Then I lifted Amelia’s hand and kissed it gently. ‘Please excuse me, I’d better be going. I have a meeting.’

‘Of course. Bye, Alejandro,’ she called after me while Malcolm simply stood there looking like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

I stormed through the lobby and into the conference suite. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I dialed Jacob’s number.

‘Hi, Boss,’ he answered.

‘Where is Alana?’ I barked.

‘By the pool, Boss. Just saw her there myself.’

‘And yesterday? After her shopping trip? Where did she go?’

‘She went out to do her charity work.’

‘Who with?’ I snapped.

‘Just her and Hugo. You said she didn’t need a driver as long as he was with her.’

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