If they didn't stop now, they wouldn't be able to stop.
Carlos forced himself to let go of her, one hand resting on the door, pulling away from her a little, and looking at her. She was so fascinating...
-Carlos...
With that soft tone, he instantly felt his heart melt, kissing both her delicate nose and red lips.
Micaela pushed him hard, but Carlos didn't move.
-Carlos!
-Yes...
This brief conversation clearly seemed like a murmur between lovers.
But Micaela remembered the purpose of this trip and asked:
-Are you the one who has influenced the stock market of Alba's family?
-Yes.
This direct confession surprised Micaela but he kissed her again.
-Carlos.
His lips followed her, and Micaela felt embarrassed and annoyed.
"Did I come here specifically for you to kiss me?"
-Stop kissing me!
Micaela blushed even more and didn't even dare to look at him.
But Carlos sized her up carefully.
She looked thinner, so he wasn't the only one suffering this week.
She was forced to look at him and noticed that he had lost weight.
-Okay, let's do something else.
With that, she took his hand towards the living room.
Micaela noticed it was a very plush and atmospheric office.
-What are you doing? Let go of me.
Carlos ignored her, pushed the door to the living room, then closed it. Then he pulled her towards the bed, with a force, Micaela fell with a cry of surprise, then he caressed her along the waist....
Micaela's heart was beating fast and she struggled to pull away....
-Do you want to tell me to stop pressuring your friend's company?
His voice rang in her ears, causing her to immediately ask in return:
-Yes! Why are you doing this?
Carlos looked at her, as he untied her hair ring.
-What are you doing...?
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