Book Two in the "Alcaraz Duology"
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
Catalina Alcaraz is a single mother with a past that she doesn't wish to revisit. She has managed to become a successful doctor and to create a life of her own desp...
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I reach for the jacket on the chair.
I recognize it right away, and I can't resist raising it up to my nose. My senses are filled with the scent and cologne of Silas, which brings me serenity.
I need to see him. The longer I go without hearing his voice the more I miss him and that stupid sexy smile of his.
I take the jacket and my car keys and leave the house. Silas lives in my mind the whole drive to his apartment. I want to clear things up and I hope that he isn't upset about the abrupt end to the relationship.
After I ring the doorbell to the luxurious apartment, he opens the door in a matter of seconds. My mouth goes dry when seeing that he is shirtless...and sweaty. My roving eyes examine every visible part of him. His manly perfection never ceases to astound me.
"Doctor." He smiles, flashing his dimples while staring at me.
"Silas." I suddenly remember the jacket in my hand and what I am here for. "You forgot your jacket at the house."
I hand it to him, and he takes it with his fingertips grazing mine.
"Thank you, dolcezza." He can't seem to keep his eyes off of me and I adore that.
"Come in." He motions, and I automatically enter without having to think about it.
Silas places the jacket down on one of the couches in the living room.
"I wanted to talk about what happened." Keeping my eyes on him, I speak up.
"Okay." He walks away, leaving me confused.
After a few moments of standing there, I realize he's not coming back. Therefore, uncertain if it would be a good idea, I reluctantly go to look for him.
"Silas?" I call out a bit loud so that he can hear me from wherever he disappeared to.
"In here." His voice is faint as I follow the direction in which it came from.
I find myself in his bedroom, but he isn't in here. I approach a door where I hear that there is water running.
He's showering.
"You could have told me to wait or to come another day." I speak, rolling my eyes.
"Come in. I can't hear you."
I don't know how to take his words.
I hesitate to open the door. Thinking that perhaps he has a shower curtain or something like that, I open it. But when I walk in, I discover that he in fact does not have a shower curtain or anything at all.
I swiftly turn around to face the wall, my face feeling hot. I clear my throat as I hear him chuckle. The sound makes me more flustered.
"If you want, I'll come another day." I suggest, ready to leave.
