Alejandro
My gaze found the wall clock hanging lazily against the flawless white wall.
“7 p.m already,” I mumbled, wondering why Catalina wasn't downstairs yet, having waited for more than an hour.
Women would always be women right?
The soft click of heels suddenly sounded, drawing closer as the seconds ticked, taking my gaze up, it took literally everything in me to keep my mouth from widening.
She looked drop dread gorgeous, and as she approached, she opened her steps, elegance dripping from every one of them. Staring at her, she looked nothing like the shabby broken girl who had walked into my office a month ago.
“Mr. Montoya,” her soft voice sounded, snapping my back to reality.
I cleared my throat, once again feigning indifference. “You almost spent forever there, you look goo
