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For the past two days, Mateo has been renovating the house. He fixed the floor, and the ceiling and even bought a new couch set for Elena to replace the old and worn-out set. Elena couldn't be more grateful, she keeps murmuring thanks whenever she gets the chance and I must say, Mateo has won her heart.
I sit on a stool, watching as Mateo paints the walls of the kitchen to conclude the renovation. He doesn't have a shirt on and his body is sweaty, I have to fight the urge to touch him.
"I want to take you somewhere," he says, rolling the paint roller up and down the wall.
"Where?" I ask.
"My home."
"Your home?" I laugh, "I've been to your suite several times, Mateo."
He turns deeping the paint roller in a bucket of paint.
"Not my suite, baby girl," he says, "I want to take
