I never knew what he was going through. Nobody did until it was too late.
He blamed himself because days before, he’d been in an accident where he was driving his girlfriend’s car. He crashed it, killing her and his six-month-old baby.
That was why he couldn’t make it home for my birthday. No one told me what happened because of my stupid birthday celebration.
They were going to do it after.
He called to wish me happy birthday, and I knew something was wrong with him because of how he sounded, but I was so shallow that all I could think of was how he was going to miss my party. I hadn’t seen him since Christmas. What I should have said was that I missed him.
I went to see him two days after, but by then, it was too late.
I was too late.
The phone on the nightstand buzzes, making me jump. I glance at the clock on the wall first and straighten when I see it’s nine.
It’s time to be brave now.
I answer the phone, greeting the receptionist, who speaks Portuguese. She tells me my driver has arrived to pick me up, and I thank her before I hang up.
Reaching for my cellphone, I fire off a message to Red:
I’m leaving now.
That’s all I type.
Dad: Have a great day, sweetheart. Don’t forget to check in with me.
Me: I won’t.
And here begins my path of deceit and lies.
A house,which looks more like a castle than a mere house, rises into view as the car rolls down the winding driveway.
It has all the beauty of a medieval château mixed with modern aspects in keeping with most of the houses I’ve seen so far in Brazil.
The most breathtaking view is the lake to my left surrounded by the vast expanse of lush green trees and flowers. I feel like I’ve been transported to a dream.
I’m amazed I can feel anything other than the disgust and humiliation that took me earlier when I was taken to the sexual health clinic and made to feel like a slut who needed to be checked for all manner of STDs.
Now I’m here at the place where it counts.
Alejandro’s home is beautiful.
He hasn’t left my mind since our little encounter yesterday.
What will he do to me today?
How will I feel after?
My pussy clenches from the low pull of desire coiling in my groin.
I’ve never met anyone who’s had such an impact on me, and God help me… I find myself looking forward to seeing him.
I shouldn’t because I need to remember my mission here, and my actual job is to be the nanny to his one-year-old niece. Looking forward to seeing him because he’s this gorgeous older man who’s hot like sin shouldn’t even be a thought in my mind.
As we pull up at the house, guards come into view standing like sentinels at the door. All of them carry machine guns. There were guards at the gates, too. I’m surprised to see they are a mixture of Italian and Russian-looking men.
I’m sure there’s a reason for that.