The truth was that that madam had liked Elena from the first moment, even though she hadn't met her on the best possible occasion. "Elena, don't worry. It's just a dress. But if it was in my hair, you'd be in trouble" Dora smiled. "The hair is intact, thank God" They were basically the same height, although Elena was wearing high heels and Dorothy was not. They exchanged a kind look and comfortable smiles. Elena was a little embarrassed, as she knew that the damage to Dora's dress would be irreparable. On the other hand, Dora wasn't worried. "I was leaving. I will take off these wet clothes as soon as I am home." "I am really sorry. Is there anything I can do? Maybe buy another dress, since this stain won't come out" Elena looked at the wet part of the dress once again, sure that it was a lost piece. "No, dear. Let's not worry about frivolities. I am leaving, anyway" Dorothy tried to reassure the beautiful woman. Elena would respond, insisting that Dora charge her something. H

Aaron got out of the car and walked around it, opening the door for Elena. She thanked him with a smile, and then they headed out to the deck. The beautiful woman was wearing ripped denim shorts, and a white t-shirt with spaghetti straps that framed her breasts attractively. On the other hand, Aaron was wearing black jeans and a gray t-shirt. It wasn't like him to adhere to the city's hot climate, much less to wear light colors. Like the owner himself, the yacht was grayish. Some parts, in sunlight, looked like chrome. They climbed the stairs and reached the top of the yacht. Alex, Aaron's personal bodyguard, was also on board. He greeted his boss with a simple greeting, and remained near the stairs to keep watch over the perimeter. Inside the yacht, there were three other people. Joseph, Aaron's friend, and two blondes. One of them appeared to be an employee, as she was wearing a uniform. The captain was also on board, but in the upper cabin. "Hello" Joseph said, in a cheerful

"Are you busy?" the man's voice had exactly the effect Elena feared. It was as if her senses were trained to identify the sounds that Aaron's mouth uttered. Elena breathed in and out before responding because she knew the chances of stuttering were high. "Not anymore." "Then tell me. How about dinner tonight?" he pressed. "It would be nice to get out for some fresh air." "I think the same. How about Los Angeles?" "It's a beautiful city," Elena replied as the elevator's steel doors opened, and she stepped inside. "Let me rephrase. How about dinner in Los Angeles?" "Just to show me yo

"I promise by all that I am, Little Angel. When things go wrong, you won't be with me. I will be the only one to pay for the secrets I've chosen to keep," Aaron wished he wasn't so rooted in that feeling. He wished he could simply shut it off, as he had done before. He wanted to extinguish the flame in his heart, but he couldn't. It was too late not to feel, even though it was too dangerous to feel. "When you find out who I really am, I hope you've forgotten my name," the man couldn't resist. He ran his fingers through Elena's hair, unaware of how intense the touch was for her. Then, Aaron hugged her. The woman's back was pressed against his chest, and only the comforter between them prevented him from feeling her warmth. And yet, he held her against his flesh as if she were a lifeline. "You're my angel, but I don't expect to be saved in this life."

"I'm just... commenting," he was sarcastic in his response. "We are the same, Volkov, we did the same thing. If I decide to destroy you, the same happens to me. And guess what? The opposite is also true," Aaron felt that all the shots of tequila he had drunk weren't enough, so he decided to fill his glass once more. The bottle was already halfway gone when he placed it back on the table. Granger didn't even feel the burn of the drink going down his throat. "I killed Benedict, George destroyed the evidence, one of my men disposed of the body, and you kept the secret under wraps, taking over your family's company and protecting everyone, including me. Who is worse, Aaron?" Those conversations between Volkov and Granger were commonplace. They always spoke explicitly about crimes because if either of them were record