Chapter 67 Paradise
By Valeria
That night, we had dinner out and hurried to his apartment, which from now on, was going to be our little love nest.
I am excited and happy, but the doubts will linger within me for a long time.
We made love until dawn.
Everything seems magical.
His room is a paradise where nothing exists but love.
We woke up wrapped in each other's arms.
His smile makes me lose myself, and I look at his mouth and thank heaven that he is finally mine alone.
While he showered, I prepared his clothes and mine too.
Then I made breakfast for both of us.
I slept a little longer because I didn't have to travel from my apartment.
I tied his tie, and he confessed that he asked me to do it just to have me close.
We arrived at the office together, like before, like every day.
"Vale, first of all, I want to tell you that my father..."
I thought he was going to say that he didn't agree with us getting married.
"He was crazy about the kiss with Daniela, and when he started pressuring me to settle down, I steered the conversation so that he'd ask me to marry you, but it was my idea, I swear, I was smiling happily through the phone."
I know Alejandro handles conversations with incredible skill and often makes others believe the ideas are theirs, but he inherited that gift from his father.
Possibly Francisco made him believe he was pressuring him; it's a game they both play like chess masters.
I smiled and told him what I thought.
"Anyway, I'm glad your dad wants me as his daughter-in-law."
"Since he met you, he's been telling me not to neglect or lose you."
He winked at me.
I am delighted with this new side of Alejandro.
I just hope it lasts forever.
On Sunday, we went to have lunch with Mariana and Susana.
Ale asked Mariana to be his wedding godmother, and she hugged us, emotional, Susana was too.
We continued with the preparations.
I told Alejandro that I wanted to sign a prenuptial agreement because of the number of companies he owns.
He said he would talk to his father, that for him, it wasn't necessary.
Honestly, I felt more at ease; I don't care about his money, I care about him.
A few days before my wedding, Emi was already living with Omar.
They would get married two months after us.
I kept studying, taking fewer classes in the second semester but focusing more on my future husband.
For our wedding, Ale sent his private plane for my parents and sister.
They stayed in my old apartment; we still hadn't returned the key and were still renting it.
We had an intimate dinner for our families to get to know each other.
My heart was overflowing with happiness.
I chose to try to forget each and every woman I had seen him with or had removed from his bed.
I know none of them left a mark on him.
I left my apartment in my wedding dress.
Juan drove me in a limousine, with a second bodyguard.
My father gave me away at the altar, where a lovestruck Alejandro received me, looking at me with his sexy smile that pierced me to the bone, making me tremble.
When he received me at the altar, he whispered in my ear, in French, if I wanted to sleep with him.
I looked at him smiling and emotional, my answer was different from the first time he asked me.
Before reaching the altar, he was already kissing me.
The ceremony was emotional, at least what I heard of it because we couldn't stop looking at each other and smiling.
Ale looked into my eyes and then down at my mouth; I felt a thousand sensations and wanted to lose myself in his arms.
Then came the party, which was like a dream, truly fabulous.
It couldn't have been any other way.
There were 500 guests, and a bunch of journalists covering the event.
The internet portals were streaming live.
The managers and directors from various countries, including ours, that is, the CEOs of all the companies I owned, were invited.
My wedding party was wonderful and as grand as my husband.
I remember when I met him, he made me tremble just by looking at me.
Until that moment, I thought I was asexual, of course, I practically knew nothing about sex.
Every day I keep learning and enjoying the sexiest man in the world, who melts me with his smile and says he loves the smile I now give him.
By Alejandro.
"Secretary, do you want to sleep with me?"
I saw her enter the church and understood that I had won heaven with this woman who was about to give herself to me for the rest of her life.
She is more, much more than the sexual paradise we live together.
For a year, we shared everything except sex, well, occasionally something sporadic, and that helped me understand that Valeria is the woman of my life, the one I will take care of, and give my life for if necessary.
I am so in love that she lives in every cell of my being.
I discovered love when I saw her.
I can't wait to leave the party and caress her beautiful legs, the most perfect I have ever known.
It was the first thing I noticed when I met her.
Then I scanned her body and asked her to come to my office to delight in discovering her body.
I desire her like a madman.
She is mine!
Finally!
I am all hers, and it is worth being fully and completely hers.
I want to tie her to my body, I want to make love to her every second.
Before she left and before I did many stupid things, I already knew it was her, the woman who could make me completely faithful, but I didn't want to accept it and almost lost her.
If I hadn't gotten her back, I would have regretted it for the rest of my life.
I couldn't live without her.
She is my life partner, we both accompany and support each other. I remember a long time ago when she thought that having a few whiskeys would prevent me from handling a situation or closing a deal, she didn't leave my side and practically closed the deal herself. I let her do it, enjoying her intelligence and care.
I always felt cared for and pampered by her side.
I even told her I had a headache just to feel her hands on me, massaging me.
Beyond her spectacular physique and her perfect and beautiful face, there is her entire being, her kindness, her charisma, her intelligence.
I entrusted her with secrets of each and every one of my companies, and she responded by working harder than I did.
My father told me to decide if I wanted a prenuptial agreement.
We didn't do it, even though Valeria insisted.
I don't plan to divorce and would give her everything I own if necessary.
Valeria still burns me like the first time I touched her, wanting to seduce her, and I fell under her spell. She is my obsession, and I know she will continue to burn me for life every time I touch or brush against her.
Our wedding night was spectacular, and the honeymoon was wonderful.
We are a married couple.
It never occurred to me to look outside for what I had at home.
I always want to make love to her and would die if one day I didn't wake up with her by my side.
I want to live smelling her perfume and feeling her caresses and all her pampering.
I also pamper and take care of her with all my soul.
We are united, and I hope to start a family with several children.
We decided to wait until Valeria gets her accounting degree before starting to try for them. We are still young and take advantage of every night and every morning to enjoy each other.
With her, I have everything.
Her cat-like eyes continue to enchant me day by day.
She is still my secretary, but for a long time, she has held a much more important position in the company. Let's say I call her secretary to keep her close and make love to her in my office, playing the role of her boss. And when I keep asking her, in French, if she wants to make love, she replies with a smile, "Oui."
The end.