Chapter 27

“Oh, did you schedule anything? "Mariana asked, looking at me from Picasso. "It's just that Juju and I were going for a walk tonight, boss.

Picasso kept watching me with pure malice. I didn't look away. That day had been valid for the whole week I spent in complete boredom, a little more inconvenience would not kill me. So, just as his eyes went down and up from my feet to my head, I did the same to him. The bastard looked beautiful in black, but, to be honest, there was no man who was no longer presentable with sober colors.

His hair was hidden by the cap, but it would certainly be arranged in the usual way, since they were short and soft in appearance, and I knew very well that the perfume that exhaled from every corner of the room could only be coming from him. It was that same smell from hours ago, a little stronger now. I inspired the fragrance, the moment I mentioned sighing, and I didn't think that the perfume would impregnate so easily in