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Seriously, the room wasn't a bedroom, but a dressing room. I don't need a dressing room for a week, a closet would have done just fine. But that means Santiago and I have to sleep in the same bed together. That's not a bad thing in itself, since we wouldn't be rushing for runs straight away, but still. Couldn't he have looked for a two bedroom suite, no he takes a bedroom and a dressing room. But then I remember Santiago's words on the plane that they were the only rooms left. And that he has already looked at the room via the link. That means he knew about it. He confirmed this to me by turning around and looking at him. He didn't look surprised and shocked like me, but rather completely relaxed. He couldn't have warned me in advance.

But I definitely won't sleep on the small sofa or the floor. He's welcome to do that if he wants, but since we have to be fit to successfully complete the mission, we also have to get enough sleep. And that's not possible on the floor or on a sofa that's too small, which is why we have to sleep in a bed for better or for worse. I made it clear to him that I wasn't happy about it by zooming past him in annoyance to get my suitcase. He didn't say anything to Baer about it, just "Get ready, we're going to eat in half an hour." He was serious, but okay, since I don't judge too much anyway, I first empty out my suitcase and put the clothes and shoes away in the wardrobe. I hide the bag with the weapon behind the suitcase, deep in the wardrobe.

After I cleared everything out, I picked out my clothes and went to the bathroom to get ready. So I went to the toilet and put deodorant on it because I don't feel like showering right now and I showered this morning anyway. Afterwards I put on a loose long-sleeved dark blue top that was quite wide at the sleeves and got wider towards the end and was off the shoulders. I put on a pair of white jeans that go to the middle of my calves and a Gucci belt on them. For my feet I chose black sandals with straps and a slight heel. Comb my hair and apply a little mascara and red lipstick and I'm done with my outfit for today.

When I went out of the bathroom, Santiago was already there, all dressed up. As always, he's wearing black jeans and a black tank top where you can see his arm muscles. Holy shit, his upper arm is wider than my thigh, how much does he train please.

When he feels my eyes on him, he grins mischievously. I quickly averted my gaze from him and looked out the window. Luckily he doesn't comment on it, or maybe he didn't even notice it, although theoretically looking is not forbidden. There's nothing in the law books that says you can't stare. Since I attach so much importance to rules and laws. Not.

"If you were ready, we could go out for dinner," Mierda, he noticed. "Yeah, sure, I'm done," I said to him, quickly grabbed my cell phone from the living room table and put it in mine Pocket. We then walked together towards the dining room.

Shortly before the door, Santiago stopped me again by using his arm to prevent me from continuing. "Remember, we have to play a few games, so behave like it," he said, which he could save himself, since I know it myself. "It's clear, I'm not from behind the moon," I said yes him. He looks at me sullenly and grabs my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine.

My hand starts to tingle strangely. I'm not stupid and I know what it is like to feel like that with another person, but I don't want to admit it. After all, this is Santiago, part of the Sánchez Mafia and I'm Cecilia, part of the López Mafia, that would never work. Of course our parents have put aside their hostility and are currently at peace with each other, but for how long. If we get closer and closer and maybe start to love each other and then our parents have animosity towards each other again, what then? I'm not in the mood for a Romeo and Juliet story where you should actually be enemies but fall in love and end up dying because of your forbidden love. I know, maybe a little too dramatic, but who knows, I can't see the future, but that would be pretty cool if you could. Anyway, I'm digressing from the topic, we finally have to go in and not stand in front of the closed door like the bouncers.

Santiago pulled me in with his hand, which is intertwined with mine. Inside I am greeted by the smell of pizza, pasta and other Italian dishes. But they only serve Italian pizza here and since it's different than ours, I won't eat it.

At the same moment, a young, handsome waiter came towards us. Finally a male waiter and not just female ones who always fawn over my brothers and I think it's no different with Santiago. Yes, he looks good, but no comparison to Santiago. Since Santiago doesn't like it, I notice by half crushing my hand. "Ciao, please follow me, I'll take you to a free seat," he said. "Grazie," I said quickly and followed the waiter with Santiago. He took us to a table where the waiter pulled out a chair for me to sit down. So I went over to the chair, sat on it and he pushed it back to the table. I nodded my head to say thank you, although that's actually a little inappropriate since I'm with someone.

Santiago also sat down at the table, but with a sullen expression on his face and a scowl at the waiter. What's wrong with him, of course it wasn't exactly good what he did, but we're not together, we don't even really like each other. When we were both seated I turned my head in the direction of the waiter as he was still standing there. ,,è cosa? (Is something wrong?)" Santiago asked harshly. "Uhm si', ho ancora bisogno del tuo ordine da bere, prendi il cibo dal buffet (um yes, I still need your drink order, just get food at the buffet)" he said uncertainly, intimidated by the presence across from me. "What would you like to drink mi amor?" Santiago asked me lovingly. "I would like a martini and water," I ordered, whereupon Santiago took the same. The waiter quickly walked away from our table.

"Just be a little friendlier, he didn't do anything," I said to him. "Don't do anything, the guy literally undressed you with his looks. Didn't you notice how pushy he became," he said angry. Yes, I noticed that the waiter was a little pushy, but Santiago was exaggerating. Annoyed, I got up and went to the buffet. Santiago follows me so that there is still someone at the table. There I got a small Italian salad as a starter, only without cheese, because cheese is disgusting with a lot of things. And a lasagna as a main course.

When I was back at my seat, Santiago got up and started walking. Just as I was about to start eating, the waiter came back with our drinks. He first put Santiago's in its place and then mine, but he leaned a little too far down towards me. I automatically move further back because he is definitely too close to me. Yes, he's not bad looking, but he's definitely too close to me and he's not my type either. Besides, I'm, so to speak, fake forgiven.

Just as I put my hand on his chest to push him away from me, Santiago's bellowing voice rang out. "Hands off my girlfriend, Hijo de puta," he quickly turned away from me and wanted to walk away. But before he could leave, Santiago punched him in the nose so that you could hear it cracking. Flow was flowing from his nose Blood and he looked shocked, just like me. The only one who has a slightly satisfied face is Santiago. The waiter quickly ran away and Santiago sat down at the table with me.

"What was that about?" I asked him, shocked. "What was that about? The Hijo de puta made a move on you and wanted to kiss my girlfriend. Be glad he only has a broken nose," he was serious, I wouldn't have even let him kiss me. "First of all, I wouldn't have let him kiss me and I was just about to push him away before you showed up here like a crazy person and secondly, I'm your fake girlfriend," I whispered the last part quietly, so that only he could understand it. "Regardless of whether it's fake or not, as long as we're here we have to act as if we're a couple, that means not flirting with other guys," he also said quietly, but with a slight tone of disappointment. Why is he disappointed now? "The same goes for you too," I said, thinking of the receptionist who liked him.

Afterwards we started eating and there was a comfortable silence.