"ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴜʟ" ɪ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ.
Angel's life has been quite a roller coaster ride since she graduated with an exceptional degree from one of the finest schools in her hometown.
Securing employment proved to be ch...
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We arrived at an enormous mansion that mirrored the company's sleek architecture, but with fewer floors, giving it a more residential charm.
The topmost floor was made entirely of glass, and under the night sky, it glowed with a soft, luxurious brilliance.
Beautiful flowers lined the well-manicured lawn, and a crystal-blue swimming pool sparkled at the corner like a jewel under the moonlight.
"Are all your buildings structured with glass?" I asked, unable to keep the curiosity out of my voice.
He tilted slightly toward me, a hint of pride in his eyes.
"Yes, tesoro."
My lips twitched into a small smile. "Well, your architects are really amazing."
"They should be. Joanna is brilliant."
My brows furrowed. "Who's Joanna?"
"My sister. She designed all of my buildings here in L.A."
My mouth parted in surprise.
"You have a sister? Why didn't you tell me, Raul? And how old is she?"
"I didn't think it was necessary to start listing all my family members yet," he replied calmly.
"Joanna's seventeen. She's always had a passion for architecture and art. I loved her designs, so I supported her by buying every single one."
My heart warmed. He wasn't just a protective brother—he was a good man.
"How much did you pay her?" I asked, half-teasing.
He smirked. "What do you think, considering all the properties you've seen?"
I pursed my lips, already imagining the number.
"So what does she do with all that money?"
"Mamá saves it for her. When Joanna turns twenty-one, she'll have full access."
I stared at him, feeling something flutter—something foreign and warm. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his torso and hugged him tight.
"Tesoro, are you okay?" He gently pulled back, cupping my cheek.
"I just felt like hugging you," I whispered, and he chuckled.
"You're so fucking adorable," he murmured, placing a soft kiss on my lips.
We stepped inside, and I instantly fell for the gold-and-beige ambience of the home.
The scent of his cologne lingered faintly—but so did the undertone of a feminine perfume I immediately recognized as Catalina's. It clung to the air like smoke.
I instinctively crossed my arms, the temperature dropping and the tension rising.
