Chapter 5
Mira’s POV
Alejandro stared at me, eyes wide, veins popping on his forehead. “Good, you’re not dead. Now why the hell did you do that?” he demanded.
“Because you tried to kiss me,” I shot back, struggling to get to my feet.
Alejandro let out a subtle chuckle before his face turned stern again, like some maniac. “Even in your wildest dreams, I wouldn’t do that. I was only trying to save your miserable life.”
“By kissing me?” I scoffed, water dripping down my body as I shivered in the cold.
“You’re delusional,” he muttered before storming off.
I stood there in the freezing night, drenched, wrapping my arms around myself as I walked back to my bedroom. The cold was brutal, biting at every inch of my skin. All I needed was to knock on his door and slip under his sheets, but that was what the old Mira would have done, not the new one.
“This is just pure torture,” I sighed, peeling off my wet clothes and crawling into bed. Then a sharp pain stabbed through my chest.
I bolted upright, gasping, clutching at the fabric of my shirt as my heart thudded painfully against my ribs. It felt like needles digging into me, each beat harsher than the last.
“Not now,” I whispered, dragging myself off the bed, my breathing shallow as I pressed a trembling hand to my chest.
I stumbled to my bag and started rummaging through it, dumping everything onto the bed in a messy pile. My vision blurred for a moment, spots dancing before my eyes, as the pain shot through my body again.
“Arghhh!” I screamed, falling to the ground with a loud thud.
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the screams that threatened to escape. I couldn’t let anyone hear me, not on my first day. If they found out about my condition, I’d lose this job in a heartbeat, and I’d never be able to pay for these treatments.
Thank God the maids’ quarters were far enough, and Alejandro was probably busy drowning himself in some porn to even notice me.
“You can do this, Mira,” I breathed, forcing my shaking body to move as I grabbed onto the bedpost and pulled myself up inch by inch.
Finally, I found the meds and, with trembling hands, popped them into my mouth, one after the other, washing them down with water that dribbled down my chin.
“That should do the trick,” I exhaled shakily, climbing back into bed and letting the darkness pull me under as the pain slowly dulled, leaving me drained but alive.
The buzz of my alarm jolted me awake the next morning, and by 6 AM, I was up, determined to fix whatever mess was left of Alejandro’s careless life.
After a well-deserved shower, I dressed in a plain white shirt and black skirt, tying my hair into a neat bun. I added a pair of glasses to make myself look extra serious.
This should prove to him I wasn’t here to be his test dummy for every ridiculous sex position he wanted to try. Once satisfied, I headed for his room.
“I guess his dumbass needs me to wake him up for work too,” I muttered, rolling my eyes as I stood before his massive doors.
Just as I raised my hand to knock, the door swung open, revealing the man who haunted my dreams without even trying. Dressed in an immaculate black suit, he looked like a responsible gentleman, and if I didn’t know him, I might have believed it.
He flashed a grin. “Good morning, Miss Martinez. Hope you had a great night.”
Was he serious? Acting like yesterday never happened?
I hadn’t even lasted twenty-four hours before slapping my boss. Honestly, I expected to be fired by dawn, but with that stupid grin on his face, I couldn’t read what he planned next.
“Good morning, Mr. Montenegro. My night was splendid, and I hope you had a good one too,” I replied softly.
He chuckled. “Well, I got slapped by an employee, so I’m not sure if it was that great.”
Of course, he wouldn’t let that go, not in a million years, and definitely not while he was a Montenegro. Shit, I needed to apologize before things spiraled.
“We should head downstairs unless you plan on starting your work in my bedroom,” he smirked.
What a jerk.
“Ahem,” I cleared my throat, stepping aside as he brushed past me. “About yesterday, I’m sorry for what I did. I acted without thinking. And thank you… for saving my life.”
I walked behind him, but I could feel the smug, victorious smirk plastered on his perfectly sculpted face. I had put on a fierce act when we first met at the club, and I knew he had bought it, but that lie was already starting to crack before I could even begin.
“Let’s pretend it never happened,” he said coolly as we approached his SUV. “We can grab breakfast at the office, but if you’d rather stay back—”
“It’s fine by me,” I cut in quickly.
I reached for my old, worn-out bag from where I had left it, but as I lifted it, the straps snapped, and I gasped as everything tumbled to the ground.
My eyes widened, heart skipping a beat as I realized what had fallen out.