Corrupt by Elena M. Reyes

Author:Elena M. Reyes [Reyes, Elena M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Elena M. Reyes
Published: 2020-08-11T18:30:00+00:00

Leaving her to take a shower in my room after a few chaste kisses, I take one myself in the guest bath downstairs and head for the kitchen to start breakfast. There’s no one working in the house this morning, per my request, and I have plans to show Solimar the grounds before Carlos picks her up late tomorrow afternoon.

I’m not hiding anything from her. I want her to know exactly what kind of man she chose.

Because there is no going back for us.

Fate is a cruel mistress. She placed me in the path of this innocent woman, knowing I’d become obsessed with her. That I’d kill to consume her. To own her heart.

And if I were a better man, I’d feel bad about it. But I’m not, and I don’t.

Knowing from the staff inside of the presidential home that my little flower loves coffee, I start there. The beans have been roasted but not ground, as I prefer to have that done freshly each morning. I still have the special machine my mother used at home from our days on the coffee plantation and I walk over, grabbing the container with the specialty blend.

It’s cultivated on a farm I own that’s run by a friend of mine. I don’t sell the product to anyone. It’s for private consumption, and I have it delivered once a week to four of my six properties around the country.

The machine turns on, churning as I add enough for a few cups throughout the day if need be. With that going, I turn my attention to something simple for breakfast. Cooking is something my mother loved to do and instilled in all her children, making sure that no matter where we’d go in life, we wouldn’t starve.

Moreover, while I have staff in all my properties, I still cook a good amount of my meals.

Walking to the fridge, I take out what I need and set it on the counter. I’m keeping it simple today, something Solimar likes: scrambled eggs with tomato and onions accompanied by an arepa with fresh cheese. That sweet girl can appreciate a fancy meal but yearns for comfort and ease.

I saw it in the way she enjoyed our lunch date.

I saw it last night when Geronimo offered her a quick bite only available to her during the gala.

Something so simple brought a smile to her face that lit up the entire room. Doing that for her made me feel ten feet tall.

The soft padding of feet meets my ears as she descends the stairs. “Alejandro?”

“In the kitchen. Turn left and follow the corridor,” I call back, grabbing a cutting board and knife to begin prep. Sol finds me quickly, coming to a stop beside me as I dice the tomato first. My face turns toward hers and I bend over a bit, laying a kiss on her cheek. “Morning, Preciosa.”

“Buenos Dias.”

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