POV Jorge
The message arrived at two in the morning.
Thinking of you. Are you awake?
I deleted it without replying.
It was the fifth message from Luciana this week. And it was only Wednesday.
Since I rejected her marriage proposal three months ago, something in her had changed. She was no longer the calculating, professional woman I had known. She was… something else. More intense. More dangerous.
My phone vibrated again.
I know you’re awake. You’re always awake at this hour.
How did she know that?
I could be with you. You don’t have to be alone.
I blocked the number. Again. It was the third different number she’d used this month.
The next morning, Marcus walked into my office looking uncomfortable.
“Sir, Luciana Santoro is here. Without an appointment.”
“Tell her I’m busy.”
