Chapter 14: Chapter 14

CLARA TRIED to sound as cheerful as she could when Aunt Carlota called, telling her she was at the airport.

“Do you want me to pick you up, Auntie?” she asked. Not that she was enthusiastic to see her aunt again after almost two weeks. Clara even hoped Aunt Carlota would extend her business trip.

“Oh, no, dear. You don’t need to bother. I have already called my driver. I’ll just see you tonight, okay? I can’t wait to see you.”

“Me, too, Auntie, ” Clara replied quietly. She put her phone inside her drawer and sighed as she slumped in her chair.

If there was someone Clara wanted to see so bad, it was Fuego. She missed him so much.

He was swamped at the farm as of the moment. She understood. And instead of feeling upset, she admired that hardworking man even more.

A FAMILIAR car was waiting for Carlota outside the airport. It was except for the company car she was expecting.

The window at the driver seat pulled down, revealing Baron behind the steering wheel. She pursed her lips when he smiled at her.

“Dessa, take my stuff back home. Let’s just see each other in the office tomorrow, ” she told her assistant and surrendered her luggage.

“Sure, Madam.” Dessa bowed politely.

Carlota clutched her purse as she marched casually to Baron’s car and got inside. She pulled her dark sunglasses up and raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t show up like this next time,” she said.

Baron only grinned, ignoring her tone and drove off.

“Why did you bring me here?” she asked with distaste as they entered Baron’s place.

“Because it’s the only place you can be yourself, Carlota,” Baron replied behind her.

She turned to him abruptly, and her hand landed on his face. Who did this man think he is to talk like he knew her?

Baron grinned as he rubbed his jaw.

“Why? Did that sound insulting to you?”

Rage filled her eyes as she crossed their distance. Carlota grabbed his face and pulled him for a demanding kiss.

THEIR MOANS of pleasure filled the small bathroom. Carlota found herself grabbing the sink, waist bent, as Baron thrust from behind. He was holding her in place, and she watched their frenzied expressions through the mirror.

She hated the fact that Baron knew her body more than her other lovers do. But it was the same reason she enjoyed every sexual encounter with him. After all, she was a woman with need.

She had some hookups during the last two weeks she was out of town. But no one could compare to Baron. Though she kept telling herself that he was not the man she dreamt of.

She could choose from her decent suitors—widowed businessmen, bachelor politicians, and even younger professionals. But Carlota had not gotten over her first love. She did not think she could ever do.

With a sharp cry, Carlota climaxed. Baron pulled her toward him as he came, too. Carlota gripped his arms as if her life depended on it.

They stood in front of the mirror for a while, panting and recovering their strengths.

CARLOTA wore Baron’s shirt after the shower. She stood in front of his tiny, old mirror, brushing her wet hair.

“I’m starving, ” she said as she turned to him, only to find Baron gazing at her with an amused smile plastered on his lips. “What are you looking at?” she asked grumpily.

“You look prettier without makeup on. And you look cute in my shirt.”

“May I just remind you that we are not stupid teenagers anymore, and I am still older than you.”

Baron chuckled, ignoring her tone as usual.

She grabbed her purse on the nightstand and fished her phone. “I’m going to order food. You pick it up outside.”

Carlota went to the tiny kitchen and searched through his fridge to grab something to eat while waiting. She found an apple.

Baron followed when she was munching the fruit.

“You want some?” she asked.

“Nah. I prefer a different apple.” He snatched the apple with a sly smile and put it on the kitchen counter.

Baron lifted her hips and put her on top of the table.

“Baron!” she protested.

He lifted her shirt and parted her thighs. Carlota was not wearing any underwear. He knelt at the table and buried his face between her legs.

Carlota cried as she felt his mouth against her wet orifice. He was being aggressive, but complaining was not an option.

The more Baron licked her dry, the more Carlota squirted warm juices from her thighs.

Carlota leaned on her elbows as she threw her head up, moaning and whimpering in delight. Baron was devouring her, the slurping sound his mouth made added fuel to the pleasure.

A few moments later, the doorbell rang. Baron paused and glanced at the living room.

“Baron!” Carlota hissed. “Don’t you dare leave me like this!” For goodness sake, she was close to orgasm already!

Baron chuckled.

“Says who?” Instead of going back to business, he inserted his middle finger inside her.

Carlota jerked and pulled her legs up.

“How cute you are, my little, adorable whore,” he teased.

“YOU LOOK glowing, Clara,” Aunt Carlota remarked after taking a sip of her red wine.

Clara paused from slicing her steak. Her aunt came to pick her up from the coffee shop that evening to eat dinner outside.

She did not know how to take that compliment. She smiled awkwardly and said, “T-thank you, Auntie.”

“Are you that excited to meet Josef del Mar already?”

She blinked in confusion.

“W-what?”

“I bet you heard that he graced the latest cover of Adrenaline Magazine. He’s the talk of the town now!” Aunt Carlota clasped her hands and sighed dreamily.

Clara grabbed her own glass to avoid her aunt’s gaze. She knew nothing about it!

She cleared her throat and faked a smile.

“Oh, that. Yeah. He was amazing.” Not as amazing as Fuego, though.

“And I’ve got good news for you, Clara. I got an invitation from their company for the opening ceremony of Casa del Mar. The only remaining heritage house in the city was renovated into a restaurant, preserving its original facade. I heard it was Josef’s idea. I mean, that man is too brilliant for such a young age.”

Clara nodded, pretending to be impressed when the truth was she could barely comprehend.

“Take the day off tomorrow. We’re going shopping. You have to stand out in Josef del Mar’s eyes at that party. ”

Clara would have been delighted if that was her younger self. Going shopping with her aunt only happened at least once a year. She was lucky if they were out of the country.

But she already knew in her heart that Fuego was the only man she wanted to impress.