Spy on them

Alana decided to knock, whatever was happening inside didn't concern her. She came strictly to deliver the file; Hence she knocked a few times and waited. Shortly after, the door creaked open, and a shirtless man covered in various colors of paint walked out

“Umm, who are you,” the man asked without letting her in, Alana was stunned to see him. For a second thought, she was seeing some runway models or something. From the color of his hair to the contours of his face. He was nothing but good-looking, with thin red lips and sharp dark eyes. That playfulness tugging at the corners of his eyes as he scanned her made Alana uncomfortable

“Well, I came to give you this,” she regained her wits and extended her hand to give him the files when he smiled and opened the door wide for her

“Come on. Pardon me,” he said, inviting her inside. Alana was a little hesitant, she shook her head and decided not to go in there

“Sweetheart, relax and come inside. I'm sure Ricky sent you,” he said and dragged her inside. Alana had her eyes closed the entire time not wanting to see something else…when the man snapped his fingers in her face

“For his secretary, you seem shy,” he muttered, leaning down to her face. Alana was surprised to see what was in the room. It looked like the man was a painter, the entire room was filled with colors and weird paintings on the wall. When she glanced to the sides. She saw a half-naked woman covered in blue and green paint, only her face was left clean, and she was licking a lollipop

“That's right Sweetheart, that's how you should suck it when I paint you,” the man said walking to a table. Alana was even shyer because she misunderstood the man. He wasn't doing what she was thinking but actually “Oh gosh” she muttered

“So, what did that arrogant fool request, huh, and when did you start working for him,” the man asked while shoving some brushes from his table and half sat there. Alana walked up to him and gave him the file

“Nothing, I'll get going,” she said and quickly turned to leave when she stopped

“Did Bri remain outside…and sent you?” the man said when she was about to go, Alana frowned wondering how he knew Brigitte was outside

“Well, I'll get going. She's on the phone and couldn't come that's why I came on her behalf,” Alana said with a faint smile and prepared to leave, but he stopped her

“Wait. You seem to be rushing, how about we grab something to eat… I mean, you must be tired coming all the way here,” he said, confusing Alana even more. She scanned the man for a while, and he was nothing like Brigitte had described him

“Er, no sir… I think”

“Camillo… call me Cam,” he said with a mischievous smirk that had Alana smiling faintly. She awkwardly glanced to the sides and the woman was busy looking at the paintings.

“So, come on…let's go,” Brigitte said, immediately Alana walked out of the building and was about to drag her away when she stopped. Alana wasn't alone, a man dressed in all white came out. Brigitte's expression darkened

“Alana let's go,” Brigitte said with anger and tried to drag Alana away, but the man stopped them

“Bri, it's fine… Mr Suarez is going to the company to see the boss, and he asked to come with us,” Alana said, stopping Brigitte from overreacting.

“Yes, why are you running away, huh?” Camillo said as he approached them and crossed his arms over his chest

“I'm certain. Mr. Suarez is busy…plus we have work, Alana, let's go,” Brigitte countered back disdainfully, but the man let out a sarcastic chuckle

“Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?” He said, shifting his gaze to Alana. Of ourselves, Alana wasn't sure why she sensed tension between the two. Especially the rage emitting from Brigitte,

“That's not needed, Alana come,” Brigitte spat out bitterly. Grabbed Alana's hand and was about to drag her to her car when

“Mrs. Suarez. I'm not going to say anything… But at least you can introduce your husband to your friend…or should I do it?” The man went on and said shocking Alana that immediately she turned around to look at the man and found him smirking

“I'm not your wife nor are you my husband…stop spreading nonsense,” Brigitte said angrily and walked away leaving Alana wondering what was happening

“Are you?”

“Her husband, pardon her…she is a little shy to tell her friends… I'm her better half…and it's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Romero” the man said with a calm smile and extended his hand to her. Alana was a little hesitant to say anything or shake hands with him but did it anyway,

“You must be surprised. I'm your husband's good friend… it's a shame that fool didn't invite me to his wedding” he said still smiling, Alana nodded and left from there. This was shocking, so Brigitte wasn't single but that man's husband…not just that, but Ricardo's friend's wife

When Alana reached Brigitte's car she had so many questions to ask her

“He's not my husband, we are divorcing “she knew what Alana was going to ask Brigitte said, but Alana let it slide. She would ask some other day.

***

After a long day at the office. Alana was surprised to have gotten a ride from Ricardo, she was struggling to get a taxi when Ricardo's car stopped right in front of her.

She was a little bothered but managed to compose herself

The man didn't even look at her but focused his attention on his phone. After a few minutes, they reached the mansion. It was nearly 7 pm, Alana was tired and all she wanted was to freshen up and sleep

“Welcome madam, welcome sir,” it was Mrs Marks who welcomed them immediately as she opened the front door. Alana smiled at her and let her take her bag while Dennis carried Ricardo's briefcase

“Sir, madam, you have a guest in the living room, and she requests to see you right away,” Mrs Marks said when the two were about to head upstairs. Stopping in his tracks as if he were thinking,

“Um, Mrs Marks should I?”

“Yes madam, she wants to see you too…please,” Mrs Marks remarked with a smile, Alana had no choice but to see the guests, whoever came at the wrong time. However, when she entered the living room with Ricardo. Alana was stunned to see none other than Marcela

“And there goes the sweetest couple in town …happy to see me,” Marcela rose to her feet and said cheerfully. Both Alana and Ricardo weren't expecting her. Of course, Ricardo knew the woman just came to trouble him. How was he going to divorce the his fake if his stepmom was around? He guessed Erin sent her to spy on them.