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Alejandro Perez climbed out of his Lamborghini , a heavy- duty vehicle armoured with reinforced panels and bulletproof glass, built to withstand a bomb explosion. The heat outside was relentless. His sunglasses protected his beautiful eyes from the bright Venezuelan sunlight, he ignored the constant complaints of the English assistant sent to greet him at the airport. While he understood the man’s tension he was also irritated by it.Alejandro had not experienced an easy childhood . He had known loathing, rage and bitterness, but fear no longer had the power to hold him. His relentless rise to power and influence had featured in hundreds of magazines and newspaper features, but his birth and childhood had always been a secret to the public. When he was eighteen he had been told the truth about his roots. Any future ambition he had died that same day when his chosen career had become a complete impossibility. With every successive year that had passed since then, he had grown tougher
The old man’s last statement made Alejandro turn pale in anger. Only the awareness that Adrian would be excited in getting under his skin kept him silent.The older man slumped heavily back against the pillows. ‘Maria was my daughter and dear to my heart, but she humiliated and disappointed me when she walked out on her husband.’‘She was twenty-two years old and Martinez Sanchez was serving a life sentence. Why shouldn’t she have sought a fresh start for herself and her child?’ Alejandro defended his mother.‘Loyalty is not negotiable in my world. When Maria vanished, people got nervous about how much she might know about certain activities. She knew too much to leave.Her treachery was a stain on Martinez honour as well and it made her many enemies.’ Adrian Fernandez shook his head wearily. ‘But she was destroyed by her own ignorance and lack of good sense.’Alejandro attention was keenly focused on the older man. ‘Obviously you didn’t lose track of my mother and you know what happe
With a basket of flowers in her arm, Selena hurried down the muddy lane in pursuit of the two little boys. Thrilled by the growling noises she was making in her role as a pursuing bear, Billy and Bob were in fits of giggles. With her dog, Bruno, a tiny barrel-shaped mongrel, hard on their heels and barking like mad, they made a noisy trio. The insistent ring of a mobile phone sliced through the laughter. Selena fell still and with a guilty air of reluctance dug the item out of her pocket.‘Bet it’s the Evil Witch again,’ Billy forecast gloomily.‘Shush...’ Selena urged in dismay, wishing the children’s mother were more careful about what she said in front of her sons because the little boys didn’t miss a trick.‘I heard Mummy tell Daddy that you’ll never get a man with the Evil Witch around. Do you need one?’ Bob asked earnestly.‘Of course she does...she needs a man to have babies and change the light bulbs,’ Billy told his little brother with immense superiority.‘Is that the child
Out of the corner of his eye Alejandro saw one of his security team hurrying towards him to provide the usual barrier between his employer and the rest of the human race. Alejandro raised his right hand to keep the man at a distance. The rays of the sun were picking out streaks of pure gold in her hair. Even though that blonde waving mass was confined in a band at the nape of her neck, it was still long enough to trail down her narrow spine. In his mind’s eye he was still picturing her face and already questioning why she had had such an impact on him. He was fiercely craved for her to look up again.‘Bruno, you little rascal...I’m so, so sorry,’ Selena declared feverishly, clipping Bruno’s lead to his collar and rising. ‘He didn’t bite you, did he?’Even while Alejandro marveled at the impact of her beautiful eyes, wide cheekbones and generous mouth, he was also registering that the world of fashion and style was foreign territory to her. Her faded blue summer dress hinted at the l
An image of the stranger’s handsome, bronzed face swam before Selena afresh, along with the extraordinary impact of those dark, deep-set eyes against the fantastic symmetry of his hard bone structure. A soft gurgle of laughter was reluctantly dragged from her. So, she was female, human, and she had noticed a breathtakingly gorgeous guy. Not her type, though. He had been altogether too arrogant and slick to appeal to her. She liked open, friendly men with a creative bent. Add in tobacco brown hair and laughing green eyes, she reflected abstractedly, and she would be describing her likeness of the perfect man.Fifty breathless minutes later, Selena returned Billy and Bob to their mother, who had a prenatal appointment to attend at the hospital. She knew Joyce Miller well; the two women had worked together at the nursery for over a year.“Come in for a while,” the heavily pregnant redhead urged. “I’ll make you a cup of tea.”“Sorry, I can’t,” Selena declined.Joy gave her a wry appraisa
Selena looked round the noisy room in despair and blocked out the angry flood of accusations being hurled at her father, who had been stripped of all his natural buoyancy by the events of recent days.The drawing room of the Old Mansion was large and elegant. But the flower arrangement on the table, which Selena had taken such special pains with, was now withering and dropping petals. It was three days since the world in which she lived had shattered into broken pieces and, along with it, some of her most heartfelt convictions.Joshua Lynch had been charged with fraud, false accounting and forgery and informed that other offences might yet be added to that terrifying tally. At first, everybody had been up in arms in defence of the older man. Not just his family, but his friends and neighbours as well for he was a popular figure. The fact that his employer and work colleagues stayed silent and kept their distance had been loudly condemned. But then, possibly people were worried about t
Alejandro accepted a black coffee, but ignored the erotic invitation in the PA’s admiring gaze and the manner in which she contrived to bend low enough to show off her cleavage. Where was her respect? If she had been on his personal staff she would have been history. He didn’t like sex in the office. It was a distraction and he disliked distractions. Women were wonderful...outside working hours, at a convenient time of his choosing. He let nothing get in the way of business or profit.He stood by the window that overlooked the ground- floor reception area of Vento Leather’s premises and listened to his executives uneasily discussing ideas to regenerate the company with the former owner, Miller. Occasionally Alejandro spoke up to beat down the more unrealistic suggestions. This was the smallest company he had taken over in a decade. It was a challenge for his staff to think small enough to suit the project, particularly when this latest acquisition had a big black hole in its accounts.