Interrupted

Alana concentrated on bandaging Ricardo's hand. She could feel his intense gaze on her. The penetrating stare piercing through her soul

Her heart raced even more. How she wanted to stop breathing because she could feel her heart thumping loudly. As soon as she was satisfied with her work. She glanced up, only to catch Ricardo staring at her. He averted his eyes awkwardly and pretended to be looking out the window

“It's done now, next time be careful,” she whispered and discarded the used cotton. Ricardo nodded and stared at his hand

“It's nothing, you didn't have to,” the wound was small, yes he was careless, but he was used to such things

“I guess dinner is canceled, are you sure they won't be upset… We didn't go?” Alana asked staring at Ricardo, he shook his head hesitantly

“I told Marcela, I'm unwell… I'm certain she won't mind” he muttered and silence fell between them. Alana didn't know why he hugged her earlier, he was acting strange and sitting on the bed so close to him didn't help her with her anxiety

“Why did you agree to marry a stranger,” Ricardo whispered, breaking Alana's trail of thoughts. She glanced at him, and he was staring at her

“My family owes yours money… I had to do it or…my dad would have gone to jail,” she mumbled while fiddling with her hands, she found out every penny spent on her education was gotten on loan and from the Romero family

“Why didn't you run away to save yourself… “ Ricardo said again, this time Alana had the same question for him

“Why did you say yes…you are a man, why didn't you say no to the wedding?” She asked him the same question and waited for his reply. Ricardo seemed to have fallen into a trail of thoughts, Alana didn't avert her eyes from him

“For my son…they think you can be my son's mother,” he replied with a blank expression, Alana's heart skipped a beat as she looked at him with vivid eyes. But they didn't tell her, and how sure were they that she could be a mother? Before she could say anything Ricardo cut her off

“I don't trust any woman with my son… there's no way you can love another woman's child… and see him as yours,” he said lowering his head for a while, Erica never loved Santiago. She tortured her son until he was traumatized. His son was innocent, but so many things happened to him. He was frequently afraid. He always had nightmares, he didn't talk despite knowing how to. Alana stared at him with soft eyes. His expression had turned stern.

“You can't judge someone…”

“My son means the world to me…before anything my son comes first…anyone who hurt him will pay dearly,” he cut her off and said sternly, Alana was speechless. She could feel rage radiating from him, she had the urge to ask what happened to Santiago's mother, but she dropped the idea

“And you think I'm such an evil person… Do you think I can hurt him?” She asked, sounding irritated, Ricardo, who had his eyes away from her, looked at her. He didn't trust women, and his son having a stepmom was a terrible idea

“Forget it… it's getting late, I'll check on Santiago,” Ricardo muttered and was about to get out of bed when Alana grabbed his hand and shoved him down the bed. Ricardo was stunned by her action.

“I'm not so bad, just give me three months. I'll prove it to you. That not every woman is bad,” Alan whispered seriously, he didn't regard her as his wife and he didn't trust her enough

“Allow me to get close to him… whatever it is… I won't stop until he's well and a happy kid. I'll make sure you two are always happy…then I'll leave for good,” she added, but her voice choked at the last words. Not sure why, but she felt a sting somewhere. Ricardo didn't answer, but held her by the shoulder. Alana was startled but kept calm. His hand was warm as he slid behind her head and fisted her hair. He pulled her closer to him, both stared at each other. His bright eyes were a little puffy. He seemed to be thinking a lot. Alana wanted to hear his answer, but to her shock. Ricardo kissed her unexpectedly, his lips were warm and soft, he sucked on her lower lip before feasting on her upper lip. Alana didn't know what was happening to her, why her body was getting hot. But she found herself responding to her kiss. Kissing him back softly, he tugged at her lower lip demanding entrance of his tongue

She welcomed his slick tongue and sucked on it, he tasted like liquor. He was probably drinking before she came. Her hands moved to his head and fisted his hair. Soft moans erupted in the room as Ricardo deepened the kiss. He could get enough. The taste of her drove him insane

The feel of her smooth skin, and her scent had him caging her in his arms and pulling her closer to him

Alana was sitting so close to Ricardo. Lost in his kisses, her hands left his hair and rested on his shoulder. So stiff and silk, she ran her hand down his chest and felt his heart racing. She was running out of breath but stopping the kiss was out of the question

“Mm,” she moaned when Ricardo broke the kiss, but he didn't let her go, he stared deep into her brown eyes. Ricardo hated the innocent look in her eyes, he didn't have that tiny mafia possessiveness he was feeling tightening in his chest. He leaned to her neck and kissed softly, ran his tongue over her smooth skin and Alana hissed, and she gripped his arms tightly.

Ricardo kept kissing her, biting her flesh, and all he could hear was Rocco claiming Alana. He just wanted to kill him. To end his life to make him miserable

His kisses were getting intense, Alana couldn't control herself as her hands found their way inside his shirt. He groaned when she caressed his chest, and felt his hard abs and when he left her throat, he took her mouth again into demanding kisses. He hoisted her up and placed her on his lap. Alana sat comfortably, her hands still searching and exploring his chest and shoulders until his shirt came off, and tension rose between them. Kisses getting hotter.

“Ah,” both moaned as they kissed again, Ricardo fisted her silky hair and pressed her to him. Just as he was about to take off her shirt. The door flew open, starting both, and they broke the kiss and glanced toward the door only to find Santiago standing there staring at them with a blank expression

“Oh no,” Alana muttered and quickly got off Ricardo and sat on the bed. Ricardo saw this and rose to his feet

“Champ, is everything okay…did you have a nightmare?” Ricardo asked as he went to his son. Santiago's sharp eyes were fixed on Alana. She saw this and lowered her gaze

“I'll spend the night in his room…he must have had a nightmare,” Ricardo glanced at Alana and said awkwardly. She nodded and watched as he picked Santiago in his arms and left the room.

The entire time, Alana was holding her breath, and immediately the door closed. She exhaled heavily. Her heart was racing, she moved her hand to her mouth. The moisture was still there. The feeling brought butterflies to her stomach. That fuzzy, warm feeling residing in the pit of her stomach made her feel giddy. Why did she kiss him back? And why did he do it? Alana's mind was in chaos as she grabbed a pillow and snuggled it in her arms. After this, it would be hard to face Ricardo.

“I should freshen up,” she muttered, and decided to shower. It was best he stayed in Santiago's room. Alana stopped in her tracks when she thought back to what happened. What if Santiago didn't interrupt them…what would have happened. She didn't want to think; hence she brushed such thoughts away and went inside the bathroom.

When morning came, Alana woke up to the sounds of birds chirping, she slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position. She glanced at the nightstand and nearly fell out of bed when she looked at the alarm clock which probably didn't go off and realized her predicament

“Oh no…how did I sleep like this,” she jumped out of bed and quickly wore her house slippers. Grabbed a towel and rushed to the bathroom. She couldn't sleep last night because she kept thinking about Ricardo's kisses. Who knew she would fantasize about something that wouldn't happen in real life

"I'm sure he already left for the office," she said and pushed the bathroom door open only to come to a halt when she found Ricardo, completely naked about to get in the shower. Alana froze in place, her mouth hung open, and her shameless eyes didn't want to look away. Ricardo's eyes widened seeing his wife standing there staring at him as if she saw a ghost.