Chapter 29
Mira’s POV
Bright morning light slipped through the window, brushing across my face as I slowly peeled my eyes open.
I rubbed them gently, stretched beneath the covers, then tapped the bed beside me in search of the man who had given me more orgasms than he had ever given me respect.
“Dro?” I called, finally blinking my eyes fully open only to realize his side of the bed was empty.
I sat upright, my gaze sweeping across his entire room. A frown slowly formed on my face.
“Did that motherfucker seriously fuck me and leave?” I muttered under my breath, regret beginning to creep in little by little.
I pushed the duvet aside and climbed out of bed. Standing in front of the mirror, I examined my reflection, taking in my slender figure wrapped in Alejandro’s oversized shirt that hung loosely over my body.
A bouquet of red roses soon caught my attention on the table beside the wide window. My curiosity pulled me toward it and I picked the flowers up carefully.
I brought them closer to my nose, breathing in the soft, sweet scent. That was when I noticed the small note attached to the side.
It read:
I just wanted to remind you how serious I am about what I said yesterday.
Flowers for the girl I love.
A blush slowly crept up my cheeks.
“This is so sweet,” I murmured softly.
I walked back to the bed, grabbed my phone from the nightstand, and immediately called Zara. After the first ring she picked up.
“Hey bitch, since when do you call people this early in the morning?” Zara groaned.
I laughed, completely ignoring her question because there was something far more important to say.
“I did it,” I announced, giggling like an idiot.
Zara paused.
Then she said nothing for a few seconds before asking cautiously, “Did what?”
“No Zara, we did it. We had sex,” I said, my excitement bubbling over.
Her loud laughter exploded through the phone.
“Look, I know you love me, but I’ve told you a hundred times I’m not a lesbian. I love me some cock. Don’t fuck me in your dreams, Mira.”
I frowned. “No bitch, ew. I meant I slept with Alejandro and it was magical.”
“Fuck me!” Zara shouted immediately. “No fucking way. Who are you and what have you done with Mira Martinez? How? When? Why?”
I laughed so hard my stomach hurt.
“Last night. I confronted him about confessing his feelings and then avoiding me like a coward. I also admitted I liked him too. Next thing I know, we ended up on his bed.”
“Wow,” Zara said dramatically. “Such a slutty way to start a relationship.”
She burst into another fit of laughter.
“But honestly? I love it. Now answer the real question. Is he good?”
I bit my lower lip as flashes from last night flooded my mind. The way he had moved. The way he had filled me. The way he had looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole.
“He’s exactly who he thinks he is, Zara. Maybe even better,” I admitted slowly. “Suddenly I understand why his previous girls stuck around. The man knows what he’s doing. And guess what? He’s an eater too.”
I grinned proudly.
“Oh my God, that’s so hot!” Zara practically screamed.
“He bought me flowers this morning too,” I added casually.
“Okay, that’s it,” Zara said immediately. “This conversation cannot continue over the phone. I need to hear every dirty detail in person. Don’t say another word. I’m coming over tomorrow.”
We chatted a little longer about random things before I finally ended the call.
Just as I set my phone down, my stomach growled loudly.
“Alright, alright,” I muttered.
I headed downstairs to make myself a sandwich. Halfway to the kitchen, the doorbell rang.
I changed direction and walked to the door before pulling it open.
A young man stood there smiling politely, holding a large box in one hand and a shopping bag in the other.
“Hi Miss Martinez. I was asked to deliver these to you. You can just show me where to place them.”
“Oh. Hi. Come in,” I said, stepping aside.
I opened the door wider and guided him toward the center table.
“You can leave them right there.”
“Please sign here.”
He handed me a small form and a pen. I signed it, still confused about what exactly I had just received.
“Thank you, ma’am. I’ll take my leave now,” he said politely before heading back toward the door.
Seconds later, I was alone again.
A small note was attached to the first large white box. I picked it up curiously.
It read:
There’s a lovely dress in there for my lovely woman. Look beautiful, baby. I’ll be picking you up for a dinner date by 7 p.m.
My heart fluttered instantly as I rushed to open the box.
I already knew exactly who it was from. I didn’t need to guess.
Could this really be the real Alejandro? Or was he simply putting on a show?
Either way, whatever he was doing was clearly working on me.
Inside the box lay the most stunning sleeveless red dress I had ever seen in my entire life. Tiny diamonds were carefully beaded along the bust, catching the light beautifully. The slit ran dangerously high along the thigh, almost scandalous enough to expose my couchie if I moved the wrong way. The entire back of the dress was open, leaving nothing to the imagination.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
Tucked beside it was a pair of Prada heels and a gorgeous clutch purse.
I opened another smaller box and a delicate necklace stared back at me. It was simple but screamed expensive.
Even without checking the price tag, I knew it had probably cost an unreasonable amount of money.
There was another box.
When I opened it, a delicious aroma instantly hit my nose.
“He got me food!” I shouted happily.
Another note sat inside.
It read:
I know you must be hungry. Eat that now, then have something even better later.
P.S. I mean me.
A laugh burst out of me. “Such a flirt.”
The rest of the day passed in a strange, dreamy haze as I waited impatiently for tonight’s date.
By evening, I had been sitting at my makeup table for nearly an hour, carefully perfecting every detail of my face.
When I finally finished, I slipped into the dress and stood in front of the mirror, slowly turning from side to side.
“You’re beautiful, Mira,” I told my reflection quietly.
A light knock on the door startled me.
My head snapped toward the sound and my heart skipped when I saw him.
Alejandro stood in the doorway like he belonged in a damn magazine. A charming smile rested on his lips as he leaned casually against the frame. His dark hair was slicked neatly back, and his black suit fit his tall body perfectly.
My breath caught.
“So handsome,” I murmured under my breath.
He simply stared at me for a moment. Just watching, not saying anything.
Then he walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me firmly against his body.
I gasped as I collided with his hard chest.
“Alejandro,” I said softly. “Say something. You’ve been strangely quiet. That’s unusual for you since you always have something to say. Is something wrong?”
I glanced down at the dress nervously.
“Don’t you like it?”
He smiled slowly.
“This is how I know I’ve fallen for you, Mira.”