JOAQUIN
I didn’t want to do a regular restaurant, so I had dinner arranged at my apartment. I’ve lived in the Flatiron district for the past two years. No other woman had came here and usually when I met Monica, it was either at a hotel, or I’d stop by her place. Ever since I pushed her away at my office, she hadn’t called to see me. Parking in my parking space, I turned off the car and leaned over, cupping her chin and capturing her lips in a tender kiss.
“Where are we?” she muttered through the kiss.
“My place,” I replied, and her eyes grew wide in shock.
Opening the door, I got out, walking around to her side and helping her step out. Right as we headed toward my door, Hugo and Gabriella pulled up and got out.
I nodded, and they returned the gesture, following behind us into the bu
