With a noise, Charles, as if he heard the blood rush to his brain, unhesitatingly attached himself, stopping just as he was about to touch her lips, and asked in a low voice:
-Who am I?
Carlos knew she was drunk and didn't want her not to know who had kissed her....
-Carlos...
The last word was taken to his mouth....
Once he touched her lips, Carlos didn't want to let go, the fragrance of her body filled the surroundings, her mouth had the faint smell of wine...
That kiss went from intense, to tender, to affectionate....
Carlos forced himself to let her go, his eyes were already watery...
-Sleep, good girl.
Micaela slowly closed her eyes.
"She's so cute when she's drunk!".
In the future, she could drink in moderation, as long as she went with him!
After a deep look at her sleeping face, Carlos turned off the light and closed the door again.
After picking up the blazer he had just dropped on the sofa, he wanted to leave.
Walking to the door, he hesitated again, returned to the couch and sat down.
He still wanted to stay here, even if it was just to sit.
The way he acted was because he had been drinking.
He knew that with her personality of refusing to stand up to him, she could not have acted so boldly if it weren't for the alcohol....
At the thought of that kiss, Carlos took a deep breath and pushed his reverie aside.
He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number.
-Sir.
-Diego, regarding the Gilabert Group contract from two days ago, he reports that we are working with them. The profit share will become 60% for them.
-He begged us to work with them, so 60% belongs to us... You're not going to think about it?
Diego hesitated for a reason.
Once there was cooperation with Grupo Aguayo, the list of future projects was endless, and having Grupo Aguayo as a partner was a leap to the giants.
People would want to work with Grupo Aguayo even without benefits.
-It was decided this way.
-All right...
-Send me a suit, I'm in Barrio Fanslaño.
Diego was again severely shocked and immediately thought about the collaboration that had just taken place, it must be related to Miss Noboa, she was the only one who could make the gentleman do the unthinkable every time.
-Well, but, sir, we have a flight tomorrow morning at 6:00 a. m....
-I know, I'll meet you at the airport tomorrow.
-Okay.
***
Micaela woke up at dawn and groped without finding her phone near her pillow.
She looked up and saw her purse on the nightstand next to her. She took her phone out of the bag and looked at it, it was only six o'clock....
She rubbed her head as if she had forgotten something....
She sat up and ran her hand over her lips... "I think I dreamt that Carlos kissed me last night!".
Burying her face in the blanket, Micaela thought to herself, "How embarrassing, I can't believe I had that dream."
-God!
Micaela raised her head and remembered that Alba had returned yesterday.
After talking to Alba yesterday, she took her to the bar and that beer tasted great....
Ivanna came looking for a fight and ended up running away....
Then there was a lot of talking with Alba, she drank a lot, and later, it looked like she saw Carlos....
Micaela pulled her hair in a bit of a panic, what the hell had happened yesterday?
How had she gotten back?
Where was Alba?
She was secretly back without her family knowing!
Micaela rushed to pick up the phone and call Alba.
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