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I look past her and catch Alvaro stepping out onto his balcony, wearing only a pair of briefs. Not wanting her to see him, I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, dipping my head down to kiss her cheek and neck. As she squirms and laughs, I lift my eyes to where her lover is and see he’s no longer there.Pity.
“Good morning,” I tell Vicenta when I pull back, marveling at how her eyes glow in the sun.
“Good morning, Mero.” She gives me a small smile before shaking her head. “I-uh, I’m sorry I fell asleep here last nightandborrowed one of your shirts.”
I shake my head at her, pulling her inside and straight to the kitchen island where I pull a stool out for her.
“What’s mine is yours. You can stay here as long as you need to.” I arch a brow at her. “Unless youwantto leave?”
She sighs and sits on the stool. “Even if I wanted to leave, I have no place else.”
I narrow my eyes at her playfully. “So, does that mean you want to stay?”
She bites her lip, her smile making me feel like I’ve won a prize. “For now. Until I can find a way back to America.”
I nod my head, taking that as a yes since she’s never leaving Acapulco again if Alvaro or I have anything to say about it.
While I cook us breakfast, I ask her questions, hoping to get some details about the Banderas situation. If there’s one thing I know about Alvaro, it’s that he’ll never stop trying to take her back. If she can tell me something useful, I'll exploit the hell out of it to get what I want.
“So how are you liking Acapulco?” I pour the chopped vegetables into a pan with oil, stirring as I wait for her answer.
“It’s beautiful. I just wish I were here under different circumstances so I could actually enjoy it.”
She sighs and watches me move, her eyes assessing me. There’s something revealing about having her eyes on me. She makes me feel like I’m doing everything wrong, yet so right at the same time. When the sun hits them, her eyes remind me of bonfires on the beach.
“Okay, I’m positive this is a stupid question, but what shitty circumstances are the cause of you not being able to enjoy my beautiful city?”
She folds her lips inward, a thousand words in her eyes as she looks down. “Well, you already know that I was brought here to marry Marío Banderas, but what you don’t know is that it was against my will. I was kidnapped by—” She stops herself, shaking her head as her tears fill her eyes. “It’s a long story. I just want to get back home to my brother.”
The longing in her voice makes me believe her brother would make good leverage over her, if I was to ever need it.
“The Banderas’ are bastards,” I say through gritted teeth. “Everyone knows who they are, of course—the dictators of the north—but you’re in the south now. They’ll never touch you here.”
She wipes her eyes while I turn and continue cooking. After a few silent moments, she speaks again, her voice clear of her sadness.
“What about you? What do you do for a living, besides being a maid?”
She laughs at her joke while I roll my eyes. I wonder if she’ll ever let that go. Seeing her genuinely laugh at my expense, I doubt she will.
“I do a bunch of things,” I tell her, trying not to lie too much. “My mother died not too long ago and I inherited her fortune. I invested in a few things to help build on it.”
“I’m sorry about your mom,” she says softly.
“It’s fine.” I shrug as I put the knife and cutting board in the sink before turning back to her, a thought occurring to me.
“It wasn’t much what she left for me, but it was enough to get this place,” I gesture around me. “Though it’s not nearly enough to cover the payments for each month.”
Her brows shoot up. “So what do you do to pay for it?”
“I race. Cars, bikes, boats, even jet skis.”
She moans and the sound goes straight to my cock. “You’re living my dream, Mero. I’ve always wanted to race professionally. I did it illegally back home, but to gopro…ugh, that’s all I want out of life.”
I let my gaze travel over her, imagining her in league with the pros. “You’d blow their helmets off,Diabla.”
She blushes and looks down, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
“So, this brother of yours… Does he approve of your illegalmotorcycleracing?”
