Chapter 35

I was curious last night what she meant about having a long day today when I had told her that I was suspended for a few days from work. I guess now I know. She had me train for the whole fucking day.

She woke me up past six, demanding me to dress up so we could warm up and then ordered me to make breakfast for her. As soon as I opened my eyes, I felt a huge headache coming. I don’t think I want to get up with this annoying hangover. But of course, Cara would have dragged me out of the bed either way.

A few hours of training made my whole body completely sore. It wasn’t even the training itself that had made my muscles throbbed in agony. It was the countless times Franco beat me up or threw me on the floor- ungraciously, I might add.

I still didn’t want to spar with Cara regardless if she could have done the same with her men or even better. The thought of accidentally hurting her didn’t sit well with me. In the end, she just watched me get beaten up many times. If I’ve known that the boxing classes I took were this useful, I should’ve taken it seriously.

I knew it was almost lunch when she decided for us to stop. The constant growling of my stomach was proof enough.

Franco offered his hand for me to take as I laid on the floor, reveling in my defeat and pain. Note the sarcasm. I shook my head, kindly rejecting his hand because I don’t know if I can get up right away.

“Sorry, man.” Retracting his hand. “You won’t learn if I go easy on you.” He apologized with a rueful smile.

“Apology not accepted.” Cara intervened, sauntering towards us while crossing her arms as she stopped to our front. “The only thing you’ll be doing is teaching him.” She said to Franco which he nodded firmly.

“You’re improving considering the little experience but you still have a long way to go. Now, I believe you owe this man a delicious meal.” She said while they were both grinning in mirth towards me. I groaned in response.

While Cara was still taking a phone call, I let Franco eat the lunch I prepared considering the guy has always somewhere to be and work to do. I’m surprised Cara let him teach me considering how important and busy he is. I also noticed that he had been the one who was always by her side. One call and he’s there right away. Literally.

Franco praised my cooking and surprisingly apologized for leaving right away after reading the text that was sent to him just as he finished eating. Despite his scary and dangerous demeanor, he sure knew how to apologize properly. He also treats me like I’m one of his friends which I find very untypical but highly appreciated.

It was shortly after Franco left that Cara was done with her phone call and came back to sit with me in the kitchen island. I never really ask her about her business; the phone calls, the sudden trips which would occasionally take overnights and a few days. I wanted to though. I want us to talk about it casually like it was a normal thing for us. But I don’t think she’d like that.

“Where’s Franco?” She asked, sliding to the stool beside me to take a seat. I was starving but I never eat without her so I always wait for her until we have a meal together.

“He left once he received a text.” I finally dug in once she started eating.

She hummed knowingly in response.

“Am I really going to train for the rest of the day?” I spoke carefully. I didn’t want to sound like I’m whining even though deep inside, I am.

“Ah, I know that look.” She said with a playful smirk. “It makes me want to train you until you can’t walk.” She teased. My shoulders almost slump at the thought. “But I’ll let this time slide.” She relaxes in her seat as her attention shifts to me. “I’m sure you remember my cousin, Sol. He has a club twenty minutes from here. I plan to go there and visit a friend. You can come.”

My eyes lit up as soon as she said I could come. I’m not used to going into clubs but right now I’ll do anything aside from that horrible training. I tried to keep myself calm and not obviously too happy about it but she had caught on.

“We leave at eight.” She said with a smile.

After that, I managed to sleep the whole afternoon and woke up at six in the evening. My body was still sore but manageable. I made sure to take a pain reliever. I realized I was the only one in the penthouse so I just prepared something for myself. It feels like I’m actually the owner of this penthouse and Cara and her men are my guests. They’re always in and out and rarely stay here. I have to admit I feel a little bit lonely whenever she’s not around. I guess I wasn’t used to being alone anymore. It’s crazy, I know. I shouldn’t be feeling like that towards the leader of the mafia.

After having dinner, I checked my emails for a moment to see if I have revisions from my previous clients. Thankfully, there wasn’t any but I got a few emails offering new projects for me. I ignored it with a sigh, disappointed that I missed the opportunities. The projects were long term. I don’t know if I can actually commit. I don’t know when Cara suddenly needs me.

I showered and dressed up after that. Instead of wearing my usual long sleeve shirt and pants, I opted into wearing a white t-shirt and black jacket, blue jeans and white sneakers. I didn’t style my hair since I’m running out of time so I leave it air dried. I jog downstairs and wait for her in the living room. It’s five minutes before eight. I don’t know if she’s already home but I decided to wait for her there.

Minutes later, I heard the clicking sound of high heels coming down from upstairs. I immediately rose to my feet to meet her but I just stood stunned, frozen in shock at the most gorgeous woman coming towards me. It brought me back to the first memory of my first time seeing her wearing a tight white dress, emphasizing all of her wonderful assets.

This time she’s wearing a skin tight mini dress that just reached a few inches below her butt. It was long sleeved, the collar covering half of her neck but there was a cut on her cleavage horizontally. Her huge tits bulged, almost spilling from the cut. She left her long hair loose, reaching to her curvy waist. She was wearing full makeup that reminded me of models I see in the magazine. This was also the first time I’ve seen her making an effort on her makeup since she usually wears it lightly, enhancing her already beautiful features.

I was pulled out from my trance when Cara suddenly grabbed my eye glasses as soon as she was in front of me. “Why the hell are you still wearing this?” She then pushed it to my chest, making me subconsciously take it while still feeling stunned, eyes not leaving her from the moment my sight set on her. “Remove it. You look better without it.” She said firmly- more like ordered.

“Y-yeah… I’ll just… leave this to my room. Hold on.” I quickly jogged upstairs towards my bedroom and left my eyeglasses there at the bedside table for safety. I can’t afford it if I accidentally broke it.

When I came back to the living room, she was waiting for me with her arms crossed.

“I hope you see well without those second pair of eyes of yours.” She said teasingly.

Honestly, I’m just so busy checking her out. “Huh? Ahh, yeah.”

She shakes her head in amusement. “Tesoro, don’t be too obvious about it.” She then steps closer towards me. The tip of her head reached my eyes. I thank god she wasn’t wearing those insanely intimidating high heels that make her taller than me.

I’m surprised when she suddenly pecks my lips while holding the front of my jacket. The greedy me grabs her waist and pulls her towards me closely against my chest as I dip aiming for a longer and sensual kiss.

"You look stunning as always." I mutter against her lips. I feel her smile before wrapping her arms around my shoulders and returning the kiss with equal fervor.

“I guess I was right to use a kiss-proof lipstick after all, huh.” She spoke against my lips, making me resist a smile.