Enchanted melody of our hearts

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Adrian pov:

"Everything is perfect, Mr. Hernández. Thank you for giving us the opportunity to collaborate with you. It's an honor for us!" Dominic said in his thick Russian accent, looking proud of his team's work. I shook Dominic Romanov's hand firmly, keeping my expression all business, though my thoughts were drifting elsewhere—straight back to her. "You earned it, Mr. Romanov. I'm impressed with what your team's managed here. Just keep the momentum going." I could see the respect in his eyes, But despite being all business in this meeting, my mind kept slipping back to one thing—or rather, one person.

Meera.

It's been a month. A whole damn month without her, and it's driving me insane. Sure, I've dealt with being away before, but this? Being away from her warmth, her softness, those lips that can bring me to my knees... Joder(fuck), I miss everything about her but something else that had been bugging me since last night. When I called her, she seemed... off. Usually, when we talk, it's all laughter, teasing, and her sweet voice calming the chaos inside me. But yesterday? She was distant. Quiet.

I remember how she'd stammered when I asked if everything was okay. "I'm just a little sick, Adrian," she said softly, her voice lacking the usual spark that made my heart race. But I wasn't buying it. Something felt off. Sick? Maybe. But Meera rarely hides things from me. I knew her better than that. And she wasn't just physically distant—it was like something else was weighing on her mind.

I replayed the conversation in my head. The way her voice trembled, how she spoke so low. It wasn't her usual cute shyness; it felt like she was holding something back. I could feel it through the phone, like an itch I couldn't scratch.

Meanwhile, Diego sat beside me, unusually quiet and lost in his thoughts. Normally, my friend would be cracking jokes or nudging me about something, but today? He's zoned out, and I can't help but notice. I shot him a sideways glance, wondering what's gotten into him, but decided I'd deal after this meeting, today we are going back home in Madrid and I kept this as a surprise to Meera! "Let's keep those projections on track," I said, my Spanish accent thickening slightly as I leaned back, one leg crossed over the other, exuding calm dominance. "I'm confident we'll both see significant growth." Dominic nodded eagerly, but my focus had shifted. The thought of returning home, of finally having her in my arms again, consumed me, to claim what's mine. I didn't just miss her emotionally; I craved her, physically, every part of her.

My hands twitched, imagining them on her, pulling her into me. My lips tingled, remembering her taste. It was like my body was starving for her, and nothing else could satisfy it. I longed to fall asleep next to her, wake up beside her, feel her soft breath against my chest. She was everything I needed.

Dominic wrapped up his speech, clearly pleased with the outcome. I nodded, shaking his hand again. "We'll be in touch, Mr. Romanov. Keep your team on track."

I got up from my seat, feeling the weight of the day settle in my shoulders, and motioned for Diego to follow me. He trailed behind me silently, still stuck in whatever funk had gripped him since morning. Once we were out of the building and settled into the car, I leaned back, staring at him.