Everything you need to know about Red.
Being a father to be, and in such a complicated moment of his professional life, Red has a lot to protect. He'll have to do the impossible in order to save the woman of his life from the murder accusations tha...
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A giant hand is fencing my body as I wake this morning. Breasts bare, I wonder when I took off the T-shirt that I'm now naked in the arms of a man whose name is the only thing I know best. I should be angry but I'm not.
Knowing his real name isn't as satisfying as I thought it would be. In the end, I simply love this man for what he is and nothing more. He's still Red. My Red. But I can't deny the need to learn more about him and his past.
Raiden Hunter. And so I took deliberate measures to find the meaning of his name and my smile rose like a descending sun in the sky. The God of Thunder—Japanese origin. How ironic! I'm astraphobic and he's drawn from the thunder.
But I promised myself that I won't question his squalor behavior as long as he's real to me. To our unborn baby. I'm aware he came into my life as a camouflage and things changed on the way when I coerced him into intimacy.
Coerced? Nope, it was mutual. I felt it. We both wanted it. And here we are, huddling in bed like a just-married couple on the honeymoon, with a little human growing in my womb as a product of what I naively call love.
Does he really love me, though? I want to barricade my heart when I think of another betrayal coming in the name of love. I can stand and forgive anything from this point except another deception, and especially coming from him.
He growls as I try to waggle off his embrace. His warm skin makes me fizzle inside as I'd want nothing but to stay here now and forever. But I got a business to save, places to go, more battles to fight, and many calls to make.
I stare at the digital alarm clock that reads ten minutes to six o'clock. Already? Did I even sleep? I don't know, but I'm sure as hell that I can't close my eyes now that I'm wide awake with so much running in my hectic mind.
There's anger inside me, consuming me like a wildfire in the tropical forest. I need my divorce, I need to get away from Patrick, and I desperately need to get my life back on track. So I get up carefully and dress up.
Red looks beat up, a barrage of snoring sounds thumping his chest up and down. I just fix a cover on him and lay a gentle kiss on his forehead. He stirs but he doesn't move. From his wallet I grab a few bills and leave.
A cab drops me at Kenna's where I find Mom in the kitchen. A Spanish omelet foments my appetite when the baked crust aroma scents the air. She sighs heavily, laved with relief upon seeing me back safe and sound.
"You're not divorced yet, Mia Vera Diaz. You can't do that and expect things to be fine," she scolds me about sleeping at Red's.
"Tone down, Mama Mia. I have to change and go to the office right now." I give her a sound kiss on the temple and add, "Good morning, Mom. You look lovely in the kitchen, as always. And I'll definitely have a big bite of that omelet."
A sunny smile quirks up her lips.
"Morning, honey. Tell me you're feeling better today." Strewn with worries, her voice softens.
