"I try to move, say something that will make Alexis stay and that Harry won't take offense. Of course, Alexis is my friend first and foremost, and more so because he didn't leave like I read in that stupid message. "Can I come in?" he asks. "Here, I want to give you this bouquet of flowers and tell you to forgive me." His gaze is both sad and happy. "Forgive you?" He can't say that to me, nor should he be joking around. My heart races at the sight of him, and I want to cry because he hasn't abandoned me. "Idiot, I thought you had left like you said," I give him a small smile. "I want you to forgive me," he lowers his gaze. "I'm too sorry, and all I want is for you not to think I'm a crazy person who doesn't know what he wants." He extends the bouquet of roses and chocolates. "I'm confused. I want to believe what my mother says, but I'm also unsure of my lies. Please, I need your help." "Someone is rushing their funeral." That old woman is to blame for all of this. She's put too m

+ Arriving at my workplace, I was surprised to find Pamela waiting for me. I imagine she's here to hear the gossip about what happened downstairs. I settle into my desk, drop my purse to the floor, and let out a deep sigh before telling her that I'm ready to start answering calls again. She looks at me and, after blinking, tells me that I have to tell her what happened because my break time has been moved up. She grabs my arm and pulls me, and in an instant, I grab my purse and stand up, following her lead. Without looking around, I tell her that she's exaggerating and that she can't drag me away because the others already have topics to discuss, including what just happened. She takes me to the break room, which is a few meters away from my workspace, and as we walk, she tells me that I have to tell her what the woman wanted. A few minutes ago, the woman came looking for me, intending to have me fired, but as she turned around, she received another call that surprised her. The per

+HARRY+ How anxious I am, several days have passed without being able to see Alexandra. The trips I've had haven't allowed me to return to the city, and the worst part is that I haven't been able to call her. The last time I was with her was at her house, and I consider that we ended the morning well, putting aside my damn jealousy. I couldn't stand seeing her with that imbecile who only wants to sleep with her and then brag to his friends about it... Ahhh, I had the urge to get out of the car and beat him up, but Ramón told me it wasn't advisable because we were at the company, and it was better to talk to her privately. I stopped because of him, I couldn't bear the idea of her going with him instead of going home. The days have passed quickly, and it's now Saturday, the good thing is that I'm already in the city, but not at the company. My mother is celebrating her birthday in one of the hotels, the JW Marriott Edmonton. She chose it, and we fulfilled her wish. We like to make her

+ I don't want to say it, but I have to go. I can't be a bitch to Pamela. I'm sorry for Harry. "I have to go, they must be waiting for me, I don't want to" "Shhh..." he interrupts me and stops me by holding my arm. "The only person that should matter and the one you should worry about is me, not them." What? "I came with them, I can't do this to Pamela," I insist, but he doesn't understand and shakes his head. It's clear to me that he doesn't like Marcos being near me, but he has to understand that I can't avoid him. I can't tell him to stay away from me just because Harry doesn't like him. That's not how things work. I can't push away anyone that doesn't please Harry. Damn! I admit that I like hot sex, I love when he does things that no one else can do, but I can't accept him ordering me to do things I don't agree with. That's not me. "I can't stand that bastard touching you, undressing you with his eyes, or being around you every time I'm not looking," he growls. "I can't st

"I don't believe you," I said after pushing him, but it was all useless because I didn't even budge him. Suddenly, I felt Harry's arms around me. Without asking for permission, he lifted me up like a sack of potatoes. I let out a small scream as he carried me, thanking him but also pleading with him to put me down because I wanted to walk. I also suggested that it wasn't a bad idea to lock myself in my room and not come out until Monday. "I want to spend this weekend with you. I've already been with my mother, and she has to understand that I have a life. I want to be with you, or do you want me to be with another woman?" Is he threatening me? He wants to make me jealous, but he won't succeed. I believe that a barking dog never bites. Besides, I doubt I'll find another crazy woman like myself. I'm unique and special. It's best that he uses other tactics to make me jealous, but worse than him. +HARRY+ In the blink of an eye, I can delight in a beautiful sunrise. I spent the whole