CHAPTER TWO: The same as always

She couldn't believe that he was really there.

Ana turned and faced the voice of her nightmares.

It was amazing that it was still exactly like months ago. Unconsciously she had begun to think that she was idealizing him and that those two months in which she was with him, being courted, pampered and desired, were nothing more than a product of her imagination.

Ana debated between if everything was a way to avoid that it hurt so much, if only she was inventing that Antoine was really that Irresistible and the other option was that; he was truly irresistible.

There, facing him, after six months without seeing him, he realized that the second was the correct one.

His gray eyes stared at her resentfully. That was the only thing that could stand out between her long eyelashes and bushy brows, her nose a little thinner than what the French normally wore.

Annette had considered him the most handsome man who had ever approached her. He had never met anyone else like Antoine. He wore a suit, he always dressed impeccably: with his hair cut very short, his hair was between a brown and golden blonde. He did not know how to define it easily; it was dark when wet and streaked with gold when dry. He had had the privilege of watching him when he once took her on vacation to Venice, Italy. Although he did not touch her, they shared kisses that had remained etched in his memory forever, and even six months later, it caused a tickle in the lower abdomen.

“ Annette, don't you say hello to your husband? Do not tell me that you have lost your education in these 6 months that you have been away from me.

"Hello, Antoine," she said tersely. She had no desire to speak to him, but the need had the face of a heretic and in those circumstances, it was going to be more than necessary to greet him.

Damn, I was dying for more than a simple hello.

I wanted to yell at him and hit him.

She wanted the courage to look him in the eye and sing her four truths.

"Just like that? These six months have made you rougher than you were." He said, as he approached, with the intention of kissing her on the lips. She saw him in his eyes, approaching as if he were a Predator, she dodged him abruptly but still felt the brush of his lips on her cheek, which produced a familiar sensation and many memories.

She cursed himself for his guilty weakness.

I was sure that the same effect was caused by Antoine in all the females.

She was just one more on the list.

One who had been so foolish to believe his false words.

"You are my wife, Ana, and you will continue to be, until I say otherwise." Now let's go.

"I'm not going anywhere with you." You've gone mad? I let be your wife from the day I left. ”He growled, as he clutched his carry”on bag.

"That's where you're wrong," he said abruptly, "you're my wife, the paper says so, that you've left doesn't mean that we both signed, that we got married in front of a priest, that I spent money to give you the wedding you deserved and you had dreamed of since. girl, inviting your whole family, even people I didn't even know and others I didn't like

"Like Pierre," she completed what he hadn't mentioned as is.

Ever since Antoine came into his life, he had immediately noticed the silent quarrel between him and his longtime friend.

"I don't think this is the time or the place, Antoine." I don't like talking about my personal life in the midst of so many crowds.

"So let's go!" “ He took her by the arm and dragged her to the limousine that was waiting for her with the doors open and a driver with dark glasses and gray hair.

“Jesus! But what are you doing? You've lost your mind! You can't come and drag me like that, take me by the arm like I'm a little girl. I am a...

"Get in the car, Ana." Antoine's voice had always been like this, imperious. As if ordering, instead of asking.

But she had the slight impression that at the moment he was not asking her to get into the limo.

He was very wrong if he thought he could just walk in and start ordering things for her.

She hadn't even told him she was going to burgundy. His intention was to wake up at a hotel and call him the next day to arrange for them to meet, and thus sign the divorce documents that he carried in his suitcase.

She had been dodging those papers for quite some time, he had sent them to her with the assistance of a lawyer, an intermediary, so that he would not have to see Antoine's face again, but things had not turned out as she thought, and now he was there again. , in the city where she thought she was happy for the first time in her life, where she believed she would form a family, a home with the man who had thought he loved her, but had been wrong, Antonio only wanted to take over the his father's company, a company that he had created with so much sacrifice.

After the death of his mother, her father was never the same again, throwing himself completely into his company, it was true that he had made very bad decisions, but that did not mean that a millionaire had the audacity to take possession of the greater good than he had his family. She was an only child, if it hadn't been Maya and for Pierre, her life would have been chaos.

Now she realized that and would be forever grateful to her friends, having been there when she needed them most.

"Ana," he told her the diminutive that used to drive her crazy, melt her with love. His sensual, half”husky voice, combined with those gray eyes and deep gaze, had been an aphrodisiac to the innocent young woman — I'm waiting, I have things to do. I don't like wasting my time and you know it.

"I didn't tell you to come find me." I don't even know how the hell you knew I was here! “ She yelled annoyed.

"You and your lack of respect when you speak." How do you think you're going to get to my city and that I'm not going to find out right away? I'm the owner of the main airport in France. I do not know all the things that move in my city, how did you think little Ana that you could get there and I did not realize it? Do you think I was not going to find out that you had booked a flight? You are still my wife and the fact that you are not with me does not mean that I do not see every step you take.

“ In many countries, that can be considered harassment. I even think it could be considered assault and abuse psychologist. “ She sputtered, pretending to be smart and knowledgeable.

Although she hadn't left France, not until she met Antoine and he gave her the opportunity to see and enjoy Italy, Belgium and Norway. She took fifteen days with him before marrying, accompanying him to different parts of those countries, because he had important business and she did not want to leave his side. Together they had come to the conclusion that she could enjoy every city that Antoine had to go to, while he worked.

"Well, go to the police if you think I'm assaulting you." Go and tell them that your husband came to pick you up at the airport after six months without seeing you. He smiled and his fangs, which had always seemed flirtatious, protruded a little from his mouth. What's more, get in a limousine that I myself will take you to the police department, to see with what face they will see you. I don't care if you have an embarrassment, total, you already put one to me on our wedding day. He raised his eyebrows indifferently and his shoulders rose nonchalantly. "Now get in the damn car and stop wasting my time once and for all."