Chapter 17

Mira’s POV

Mira: Out with Ace. My boss ditched me for some hot chick. Talk to you later.

I sent the text to Zara. She’d been calling nonstop, and the last thing I wanted was to make her panic.

I set my phone down and took a slow sip of my margarita. The evening was cold, calm, and oddly soothing in the restaurant Ace had brought me to. The ambiance was everything a girl could want on a first date, if at all we could call this one. Warm lights, soft laughter, and a view that felt expensive.

Cool jazz music floated through the air, food that tasted amazing, and fancy people laughing at jokes that weren’t even funny. This town really did exceed my expectations. I don’t know why I imagined they’d still be stuck in the 80s.

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” Ace asked again. It had to be the hundredth time tonight, and it was starting to scrape against my nerves.

I mean, if he wanted to fuck me, he shouldn’t be this nice. Men were never this gentle without an agenda. It felt unreal, especially when men like Alejandro and my father existed to constantly prove my point.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I replied.

My phone buzzed again, and I picked it up.

Zara: That Alejandro is a dickhead. I swear I’d give him a piece of my mind, when I get to meet him. I know you don’t just want dinner with Ace so get laid if you can. I’m rooting for you, girlfriend. Let him clean that deserted house of yours. And if you’re feeling extra dirty, bring in your boss. At least his skills won’t go to waste.

I tried to hold back my laugh as I read Zara’s message. She was always too much, always saying the wildest things with no filter at all.

Mira: I guess I’ll be getting a threesome tonight. Bye, horny ass.

I sent one last message and slid my phone away. The thoughts I’d been avoiding all night rushed in like a storm I couldn’t escape.

Alejandro fucking Montenegro.

What could that player possibly be doing right now?

I guess I’d never know unless I went back to that hotel to find out. I just hoped the bitch he was with hadn’t messed up the sheets, because I would pluck her hair like a chicken without hesitation.

I’d never known a man who could make me this angry and this horny at the same time. It felt like some kind of twisted voodoo.

“Uhmm, Ace,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. “Thank you for saving my ass out there and for the lovely evening. But can we head back to the hotel now? I’m really tired and could use some rest.”

Disappointment flickered across Ace’s face before he masked it with a forced smile.

“Sure, Mira. Anytime you need me, I’m just a call away,” he said softly.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the hotel. The disappointment still clung to his expression, but whose fault was that? If he truly wanted me, he would’ve been direct instead of playing the perfect gentleman only to still imagine rubbing his face with my cum later.

I’d rather he drop the sheep act and be blunt like his friend, the same friend I was secretly hoping was either alone or not there at all.

“Goodnight, Mira,” Ace murmured, leaning closer.

I shifted back slightly, avoiding whatever he thought was about to happen.

“Goodnight, Ace.”

Without hesitation, I stepped out of the car, leaving him sitting there in thick, awkward silence.

The rain was still pouring hard as I ran into the lobby and took the elevator up to what was supposed to be Alejandro’s and my bedroom.

Slowly, I pushed the door open. The room was dim, quiet, and painfully empty. I hated myself for hoping he’d be there, for wishing I’d catch him in the act. But he wasn’t.

I went straight into the bathroom, soaked in a warm bath, and poured myself a glass of wine the moment I stepped out.

Still wrapped in my towel, I took small sips and called Zara, giving her every detail of how the day had gone. Mid-sentence, a loud knock echoed through the room, making me jump.

“Who’s that?” I asked, my voice shaky.

The door opened.

There stood my hot boss, hair completely ruffled, shirt half undone, rainwater dripping down his body like he’d just run through a storm. He looked sinful, dangerous, and exhausted all at once.

For a moment, I couldn’t speak. Neither could he. We just stared at each other like the rest of the world had vanished.

“Ahem, Mira, are you still with me on this call?” Zara shouted through the speaker.

I flinched. “I’ll call you later, Zara,” I said quickly and ended the call.

Alejandro stepped inside and shut the door behind him. The scent of strong alcohol followed him in, heavy and sharp. He looked like a beautiful mess.

“You sure had fun after leaving me without a ride,” I said, finally breaking the silence.

He smirked. “You looked like you were enjoying yourself with Ace.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten into his car if you hadn’t abandoned me.”

His smirk faded. “I had something to take care of.”

“Something like what? A woman you couldn’t wait to bury yourself in?”

A dark chuckle escaped him. “You talk too much, Mira. One day, that mouth of yours will get you in trouble with me.”

“Oh please,” I scoffed. “You alone are daily trouble. Nothing could possibly be worse.”

He stepped closer, just an inch, and a sudden ache spread between my thighs. god of high libido, please save me just for tonight. I swear I’ll behave.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re beautiful?” Alejandro said suddenly, catching me completely off guard.

“Excuse me?”

He smiled faintly. “You are stubborn and annoying, but beautiful. Ace sees it too. That’s why he’s going to be a problem for both of us.”

I stood up, already done with his nonsense. “You’re drunk, Mr. Montenegro. You smell like alcohol, and I don’t listen to drunk people.”

I tried to walk past him, but he grabbed me effortlessly and pulled me back. I collided with his solid, cold chest.

My nipples tightened instantly, goosebumps spreading across my skin from the chill of him.

He brushed my hair away from my face, staring at me with heavy-lidded, dangerous blue eyes. His gaze felt like he was memorizing every detail of me.

Alejandro leaned in, inhaling my scent, first my hair, then my neck. “You just showered.”

“Yes,” I nodded.

“What’s under that towel?” he whispered softly.

I froze, my breathing uneven. “Nothing.”

A wicked smile curved his lips. “Let’s see if you’re telling the truth.”

One second, the towel was secured around me. The next, it slid down my legs slowly, leaving me bare and exposed before my boss.