“I don't want expensive gifts, I don't want to be bought, I have everything I want. I just want someone to be with me, to make me feel safe and secure…” —Princess Diana. On Monday morning, Camila arrived at the office very early. And she was greeted by the scent of roses the moment she opened the door. - Oh my God! she exclaimed. Her face brightened as she saw the various roses in different colors, as well as the large white teddy bear with a red heart in her arms, which read: YOU ARE THE OWNER OF MY HEART. The chair that was facing the wall suddenly moved. Eduardo gave a firm, sensual smile. He slid his eyes over her so magnetically, she felt like he was some kind of giant magnet and she was just a tiny nail being pulled out. Her heart skipped a beat, jerking violently inside her rib cage. He's magnificent, my God. He was so devastatingly handsome that there was no way she could react any differently to the goof. Eduardo's hair looked darker than she remembered, shining

After a few minutes, they arrived at the suite. — Thank you for the ride. She said outside the door. "So does that mean you won't let me in?" Her cold treatment annoyed him a little. He sighed and shoved his hands into his pants pockets. She lifted her chin and pressed her arms over her breasts. - It's late. Good night, Edward. “Let me in, Camilla. “I know what will happen if I let you in. “Then let it happen. - No way. Just go home. I am very tired. He shrugged. - OK. I go home after a kiss. - A kiss? Do you want a kiss? - she laughed. — Good night, Edward. "I already told you, I'm only leaving after a kiss." Camila looked to both sides of the hall to make sure no one could see them. There were security cameras and she didn't want to be caught there and make headlines the next day as another lover of Eduardo Villa-Lobos. - OK. I'll let you in, but just for a minute. - Of course, no problem. Camila opened the door to the suite and he followed her inside. When he closed

Denis and Caroline — Hello Caroline. Denis said, looking bored. 'Why am I here?' Do those people work for you? My God! You are a maniacal, crazy, arrogant bastard! I hate you! Caroline yelled at him and started punching him. — Calm down! Denis said, holding her arms tightly until she stopped. “I'm sorry for scaring you. I wasn't thinking straight. I just want to talk with you. “You could have done it using your cell phone. Or asking me for coffee. That's what normal people do. Don't bring me to Greece. This is kidnapping! “I'm sorry, Caroline. I know you're stubborn, and you sure as hell wouldn't take it if I asked you out for coffee, nor would you answer if I called. Caroline was very angry. - Take me Home. I don't want to spend another minute with you. I already excluded you from my life. “I can't take you home. - Why not? “Because I have a lot to explain to you. Caroline was silent. “We have nothing to discuss. What happened between us is no longer rel

Camila, however, couldn't believe what was happening. Last night she was glad she didn't have to get married anytime soon and now here she was, on Fifth Avenue, trying on dresses after dresses for her engagement party later that night. For the love of God! She was mad at Eduardo for not being able to think of something other than a damn alliance to get rid of her parents. Camila knew her father and knew that if Eduardo hinted that what had happened to them was a one-night stand, he'd cut Eduardo's balls off. Along with the big male pack she'd seen and played with for hours and hours in bed. What a waste! But what a bag! That wasn't why she should get married. After all, she was a grown woman who might as well make her own decisions. Edward just said they would get married, and would they? He didn't own it. The more she thought about how powerful and arrogant he would feel for the rest of his life for having single-handedly made the decision to marry her, the angrier she be

The meeting ended at seven in the evening in Arabia, when Eduardo's cell phone beeped again. He opened Bruce's new message and saw the photo. In this one, Camila was having lunch with a guy at a fancy restaurant. They were sitting very close together and their hands were clasped together on the table. The man was whispering in her ear and they were both laughing. Damn it! Enough for me! He called Louis. Eduardo was so angry that he wanted to go back to New York right now without caring about anything. “Louis, look at this picture. He showed the photo on his cell phone. - You know this guy? - No sir. I've never seen this man before. Because? “Do you think there's something going on between Camila and this guy? - I don't know. Maybe he's family. A cousin perhaps? They have the same hair color. Eduardo felt a little relieved. “Yes, they may be from the same family. I wasn't thinking about it. He calmed down more when he thought about it. Louis could be right. She