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The Client

The pair by the window doesn’t realize they have an audience. They kept doing what they were doing. The woman was on her knees, her back against the window. She was at an angle where I could see her side profile. Her white top parted in the middle reveals her supple, bouncing breasts.

The man facing her had one hand splayed flat on the glass wall, his other twined on the woman’s blond hair, messy and tangled. His pants pooled around his shoes, revealing a sexy ass. He kept pounding on her face, his hips moving in a pendulum motion. Her gagging and his groan drift through the still air.

“Look at me,” the man said, his voice a cross between pain and pleasure.

The woman obeyed, looking up at him with watery eyes. “f**k, f**k!” he groaned. His hips moved faster as though he was chasing a quick fading light.

I stood frozen as the man pulled back, gripping his manhood and splaying ropes and ropes of his release to the woman’s face.

“Why are you still out here?” I quickly closed the door, and the hinges shook when I heard Rafael’s voice.

Walking closer to me, he glanced at the door and back into my face. He tipped his head to the side, watching me knowingly, a knowing smile stretching his lips.

“What?” I stared down at my shoes, my cheeks warming up.

Rafael chuckled, halting before me. He hooked a finger beneath my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You found out for yourself, didn’t you?”

If embarrassment could trigger a human body’s continuous combustion, I would have turned to ash by now. I chewed my lip, unable to produce a response. Rafael’s brown eyes darted down to my lips and back to my eyes. His hand holding my chin moved with finesse, gripping my jaw. The movement was so careful as though he was afraid to break me.

The door behind me opened. I stepped away from Rafael as if his touch burned me, moving to the side and coming face to face with the attractive blond. Her disheveled hair and unkempt clothing proved that I hadn’t imagined what I saw.

“Olá, Rafa.” She smiled at Rafael, running her fingers through her hair.

“Carlota,” acknowledged Rafael.

When her eyes met mine, her smile morphed into a grimace, and her bright blue eyes seared with annoyance. She was stunning, even with her messy makeup and bare lips. She flipped her hair, rolling her eyes at me, her heels clanking against the sandstone floor as she sashayed away.

Rafael chuckled, shaking his head as he pushed open the door. He stood on the side, eyeing me. Hesitantly, I fidgeted on my heels. It was a no-brainer that the man who had just finished in Carlota’s face was my client, Chase Montiero. I’ve worked with playboys and men with this same taste in their s*x life, but I had never seen anyone in such a mortifying situation.

‘How will I face him without thinking of what I saw? Without thinking of his sexy ass and how sexy he sounded.’

Down, Sofia! He’s your client, remember that.

I shook my head, pondering on what I must do.

I can leave. Go back to Boston and tell Georgia I saw my client f*****g a woman’s face? Going home also meant that I had to face this situation with Kyle.

This situation will test my professionalism. I took a sharp breath and stepped through the open door, Rafael observing me as I clutched the strap of my messenger bag.

To distract myself, I took in the interior of the office. It was immaculate, too big for just one man. In front of the floor-to-ceiling window - where I saw them - I shook my head, pushing that memory aside - was a modern dark wood desk that six people could eat comfortably. Everything else was black, white, and gray except for the paintings adorning the wall by the couch. Those paintings looked familiar, but I didn’t get the time to study them. A man appeared through the door on the side.

He was tall, dressed in a fine gray suit, white shirt, and black tie, with unruly dark blond hair. He looks well kept, as if I had fantasized about him with Carlota earlier. My eyes took in his face. His lips were framed with well-trimmed facial hair. A pointy nose that leads up to those deep blue eyes. They were so familiar, as if I’d seen them before.

It must be from those pictures online, but something inside me says it’s not that… like I knew him.

He tilts his head to the side, regarding me shrewdly. I looked the other way, as if his frosted name above the table was the most fascinating thing in this world. The intensity of his gaze makes me shiver even when I am not looking. I can feel his eyes glide around my face, traversing down my body.

I fidgeted, sweat forming on my back.

‘Does he know I saw him come in Carlota’s face?’

Probably.

He’d throw me out of this building for barging into his private time.

“Sunshine?” I swear my heart paused beating, and my ears perked up at hearing that voice and that endearment.

My world slowed as I looked at the man standing four feet away from me.

“You know her?” Rafael asked, his voice fading into the background as I took in this man.

Only one person calls me Sunshine. And he was my first love.

My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. My throat felt like sandpaper. I swallowed hard, pressing my palm onto my chest, feeling my heart beating wildly.

“Chase?” I whispered, unable to believe this.

Those eyes, those lips… he changed so much. The last time I saw him, he was still a boy, and I was a silly little girl dreaming of a happily ever after with my brother’s best friend.