Strawberry Kisses Phavy Prieto (bookstand for reading TXT) 📖

before approaching again to blend our mouths into a kiss so impetuous that I instinctively hugged him.

"Get a room!" yelled Nerea. We abruptly moved apart and looked up. My friend was looking down from the window waving and smiling at us. I wanted to make her disappear at that moment. I wondered why I was making things easier for her so she could have sex with her boyfriend, while I was making my life more complicated.

"We'd better get going before we get a public indecency complaint," said Damian in a low voice, nuzzling my neck. He walked away with a conspiratorial smile on his lips, loaded with my luggage.

"I could tell the same thing, my friend!" I yelled to Nerea so that she could hear me clearly. I only heard her laughter coming from the second floor before she hurriedly hid and closed the window.

"Is she your neighbour?" asked Damian.

"My flatmate and friend," I replied, opening the door to get into the car.

"Then I have to meet her. Maybe we can arrange a dinner together one of these days," he said as he got into the car and started the engine to join the city traffic.

For the first time I wasn't driving to work and it seemed strange to me. I felt idle, as if I wasn't making the most of my time. Then I remembered that my planner was still in my car.

"You did it on purpose, right?" I asked while he was searching for a radio station with some good music.

"What, honey?" he said so naturally that it made me think he had been addressing me like that for a lifetime.

"Preventing me from taking my planner," I simply answered, "so I won't have it all day long."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said. I knew he was lying.

"Damian Devoir, you know exactly what I'm talking about!" I exclaimed with my index finger up.

"All right!" he answered raising his hands. "I admit it. I want you only for myself and I know that you wouldn't allow it with that planner around."

I did not understand his intentions.

"What does that mean?" I asked confused.

"It means that I want you all for myself," he clarified. He took my hand and brought it to his lips to kiss. "Is that so hard to understand?"

At that moment I had to look away to avoid melting completely. I could not fully identify with that role, I didn’t want to let myself go completely because I already knew what would happen: I would madly fall in love with him and not get over it even in a hundred years. But it was so difficult because of his behaviour, and it was extremely tempting to get carried away and to live in the moment.

"I understand that you may want me all for yourself," I replied feeling our fingers intertwined, "but I don't know what my planner has to do with all this."

"I think you know perfectly well," he said as we entered the underground parking lot of the Espacio Tower. "You cannot loosen up when you have it."

I knew that arguing about it would be useless and unnerving. Maybe he believed he was right, but for me it meant just one thing: control. I had never liked to waste time, I thought it was foolish, but I had to admit that I had missed an infinity of things because that desire to control everything eventually consumed me. Although it was true that in the last few weeks I somehow felt lost, I managed not to make lists. I let myself be carried away by the situation and had a lot of fun. Maybe he was right, but I was not going to give up my yearning for control so easily.

"What time will your mother come to dinner?" I asked changing the topic in the elevator. Damian had his arm around my waist, as if he was afraid I was going to run away.

"Around nine," he answered casually. "Apparently my father is coming too, strange as it may seem. He's in town and decided to invite himself as well."

The owner of that empire? Holy Virgin! The chef would better to be good or I would infest his mattress with bedbugs.

"Well, then I guess I won't see you until tonight," I said as I saw that the floor we were heading to was the one below my office.

"Don't even think of getting rid of me so soon, honey," he whispered. As the doors opened, he pushed me to go out with him. I saw the slender figure of my secretary walking towards us, and I noticed her embarrassed expression when she saw how Damian was holding me firmly.

"Good morning, Mr. Devoir. Miss Acosta," she greeted formally.

"Good morning, Ingrid," I smiled pretending that everything was okay.

"Ingrid," Damian said, "I want you to call my secretary to synchronize my schedule with that of my fiancée here for the next two weeks."

"Yes, sure, Mr. Devoir," said poor Ingrid, completely shocked. "Congratulations on your engagement," she added looking at us both. I smiled not knowing where the hell to hide myself.

"Thanks, Ingrid. Also, please remind Miss Acosta that I’ll be waiting for her in the cafeteria at eleven o'clock, since it is my fault that she doesn’t have her planner today," Damian said without any discretion, as if to reveal that I was unable to remember an appointment. Although, to be fair, perhaps he knew me well enough to think that I would definitely forget about it not having written it down in my planner.

"Of course, Mr. Devoir," my secretary replied with a smile.

To my bewilderment, Damian turned to me and right there, in front of everyone present, including my secretary in the foreground, put his free hand on the back of my neck, leaned forward to get to