Miguel couldn't stop thinking about her. She was taking up his thoughts and he couldn't seem to get her out of his mind.
He sat on the breakfast kitchen staring at the glass of cognac in his hand. She was going to be the death him.
Miguel brought the glass to his lips taking a sip of the cognac. His mind drifted back to what had happened in the bathroom earlier. The way her body was pressed against his. How unashamed she was, trying to seduce him.
"Fuck!"
He needs to get a grip on himself. He glanced at the wall clock in the kitchen, it was already past midnight.
In a few hours if her father meets with their demand she will be back in her father's mansion and he will no longer have to see her. Just a few more hours and he will no longer have to deal with her.
Miguel downed the remaining of his drink and stood up to go to the bedroom he now uses since he gave his bedroom to Gemma.
