“What the hell were you doing with Miles?” He asked again, despite having figured out that his brother was trying to make it seem like we had something going on.This time, I gave the answer I should have in the beginning. “I was looking for you. He said you would be here.” “Like hell I would.” He glared at me so hard I thought he was going to take out his fury on me. Not that I would let him. He toned it down but only to give me a stern warning. “Stay away from Miles no matter what you do. It will not end well with that scumbag in the picture.” ‘It will end in flames,’ I thought. I nodded. “Whatever you say, husband.” I had meant to tease him and the look on his face made it all the more worth it. He looked confused, puzzled and, annoyed at the same time. He didn’t say anything about it, probably because he wanted to pretend that didn’t happen. I led the way down the hallway and thought we were going back downstairs until he grabbed my hand and shoved me into the room I had just
Angelica. I do not believe in coincidences. If something happens twice, it's a pattern. And patterns were my forte–especially those hidden underneath the mask of perfection. I didn't believe perfection existed on its own. There had to be something behind every urge to keep a place impossibly perfect. Every other person found the slightest disorganisation to be unpleasant but normal. For germophobes, it was disastrous. But for people like Curtis, it triggered a full-blown traumatic reaction. I had caught a glimpse of it. When a maid accidentally spilled water on him at his family mansion earlier in the day, he had nearly blown his top. He looked like he wanted to strangle me for ditching a hairpin in the living room but susprisingly, he had no reaction to the mess in my room. I had set it all up and his lack of reaction didn't quite add up. So I raided his room for a new towel and 'forgot' to put the rest back, leaving the rest on his bed. I still couldn't get over his outrage an
Curtis I watched as Angelica tore open the acceptance letter and waited for her reaction. When she looked up at me, she smiled. “Thank you.” I nodded. There was no ounce of joy on her face. Wasn’t this what she wanted?“You asked for this.” I reminded her. “I know.” She returned the documents into their envelope. “It’s all I ever wanted. It’s just…I have no one to share the happiness with. I would tell such big news to my dad but…you know.” I had the strongest urge to embrace her. I would if I didn’t think I would get kicked in the balls. Instead, I sat at the edge of the seat, keeping the distance she wanted. “You can celebrate with me.” She crossed her arms. “I don’t want your pity.” “It’s not…” Forget it. Why did it even matter? I was going to say it’s only right for a married couple to share their happiness with each other but that wasn’t the case for us. We were a contract couple. Our relationship didn’t work like that of a normal couple. “Well, I did my part. Now it’s you
Angelica Of course the day I have to sneak out when my husband goes to sleep would be the day he has so much to do that he stays up working. I watched the clock tick, gritting my teeth with every hour that passed. If I didn’t make it to the tunnel by 3am, what would Spider do? We worked perfectly together but I knew Spider all too well. He was impatient. If I didn’t get there on time, he would try to sneak in without me. Not only would that be unsuccessful since he didn’t know where the secret room was, but he could get caught. What was worse, I couldn’t give him a call. If the Arcieros were onto us like Spider suspected, discussing anything on the phone might be the fastest way of giving ourselves away. With nothing else to do, I set an alarm for 2:40 am and tried to catch some sleep. That wasn’t successful either. I was too wired to close my eyes for more than a minute. I checked the time. It was 1 am. If Curtis were to stay up all night, I wouldn’t be able to leave under his scr
Curtis I had lost count of the red lights I ran by the time I finally got to Inferno. "I didn't know you were coming tonight." Heston remarked when I walked past him on my way to the elevator. I ignored him and got in, finding it to slow. I was on the verge of losing my patience when I finally reached the VIP floor. I had tried not to call Siren on my way here or there would have been an accident with me cruising along the road like a race car driver. When I finally saw her, I let out a breath. "There you are." She threw herself into my arms. "I'm glad you came, Curtis. But how did you get here so fast? It's dangerous to drive too fast." Who cared about my driving speed? I inspected the side of her face where I had caught a hint of pink. It was slightly swollen. I wanted to kill someone. "Who touched you?" She smiled. "It doesn't matter now that you're here. I should get back to work." "No." I grabbed her hand, only realizing that I was squeezing too hard when she winced. I le
Angelica I stared at the file in my hands in shock. Why was there a file labeled Giannelli? Did Curtis already know who I was? Spider spooked the life out of me when he spoke right next to my ear like a phantom. “Open it.” “I’ll kill you if you keep scaring me like that.” I warned him. Though to be fair, he had done nothing wrong. It was not his fault that seeing this file had made me so sensitive that a gust of wind would scare me. He made a show of pulling a zipper over his lips but stayed in my line of sight so I wouldn’t forget what he said. I willed my heart to stop racing and opened it. However, there was nothing in the file. At least, there didn’t appear to be anything. Just a stack of empty sheets of paper with the first one printed “Giannelli” in large, bold font. I glanced at the wall we had come through. How come the secret room wasn’t nearly as secured as an ordinary vault? “This feels…” I flipped through the pages one at a time in case there was something else. Spi
AngelicaHow the hell did I get myself into this?It was nearly 4 am the last time I glanced at the time. Between then and now, I didn’t know how much time had passed but I knew it was nowhere near the time I was expected to be awake. Curtis shouldn’t be banging at my door so early in the morning. The only reason he was here could be… he had found out about my late-night tryst.What was worse, the evidence was all over me. The smoky clothes. My messed up hair. My missing glove. That glove could be anywhere between the Arcieros’ library and this apartment.Fuck.This was not how I envisioned my death.“Angelica? Are you in there?” I heard his voice much closer. He was in my room. Of course he owned a spare key.“Yes.” I croaked out.“I see.” He said. If I wasn’t reading too much into it, there was a hint of something in his voice when he heard that one word from me. Relief?I didn’t have time to dwell on it. I had to come up with something fast. Something that would explain me leaving
I couldn’t face Curtis—not directly, anyway.It was already hard to look at him and not think about my dream from the night before but did he have to walk around shirtless too? I caught myself staring at his back for the third time and I had only been in the kitchen for five minutes. He was resting his elbows on the kitchen counter, humming gently as he waited for the timer to go off on the waffle maker. On the other hand, I didn’t know what the hell I was doing here. I would lie and say I was hungry and waiting to prey on some of his waffles but I would be deceiving myself. I didn’t know he had stopped humming until he spoke. “Enjoying the view?” My cheeks flushed. Where were snarky comments when I needed them? Instead of saying something smart, I said the stupidest thing ever. “What’s there to enjoy?” I could imagine the smirk on his face without having to see it. “Sweetheart, my back would have a pair of holes through it if eyes could burn.” As if it was not enough that he wa