SpanishMagnate,Red-HotRevenge by Spanish Magnate Red-Hot Revenge

Author:Spanish Magnate, Red-Hot Revenge
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-04-29T08:41:42+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

ALREADY she could breathe again. Rebecca hugged herself tighter and forged through the crowd. She’d forgotten her wrap, but she wasn’t going back. He’d had her watched. Investigated. Her privacy invaded. What else did he know? That she hadn’t had sex in a year and a half? That she’d kept on taking birth control pills in the pitiful belief she might someday find a man she could love the way she’d once loved him?

It was pathetic. She was pathetic. She swiped at her cheeks, ignored the catcalls and whistles of the men she passed. She was vaguely familiar with the Puerta del Sol, but not enough to understand where it was in relation to anything else. She knew there was a department store on one side, El Corte Inglés, but that was in the direction of the protestors, who now congregated around the statue of a Spanish king on a horse. To one end of the square was a red neon Tio Pepe sign. Ahead, there was nothing but a steady trail of people who seemed un-involved in the protest. That was the direction she’d first headed, and the one she kept going in.

She didn’t know where she was going or what she would do when she got there, but right now she couldn’t sit in that car with him and know he’d spied on her. An image of Parker Gaines—his smooth lies, the voice recorders he’d used to capture their conversations, the humiliating meeting with her father—flashed into her mind, and she thrust it out again with a growl.

The cobblestone walk sloped upward, toward an archway in the medieval buildings. She kept walking, hoping it was similar to the place Alejandro had taken her years ago. If so, there were cafés, restaurants, places she could disappear and sit for a while, until she felt like returning to Alejandro’s villa.

And she would have to return, wouldn’t she? All her things were there. Even her purse, with her driver’s license and credit cards. Oh, for the love of God. She ground to a stop while the foot traffic flowed around her. She had no money. She didn’t even have a cell phone.

A hand settled on her shoulder and she whirled around, a little scream escaping as she stumbled backward.

Alejandro caught her to his big warm body, squeezed her before setting her away carefully. He loomed over her, so handsome and imposing in his tuxedo. She thought he looked concerned, but she must have imagined it because the next second his face was set in a harsh mask.

“Madre de Dios,” he swore, shrugging out of his tuxedo jacket and placing it around her shoulders. “What were you thinking, taking off like that? I thought you were ill!”

“I’m not,” she said. “Or I won’t be if you leave me alone.”

The jacket was still warm from his body. His scent surrounded her. She wanted to shrug the garment off, but she realized she was shivering. From adrenaline or cold she wasn’t certain, but she clasped the jacket around her and held it tight like a shield.

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