Chapter 9. Sorry Not Sorry

Angelina

What the fuck was wrong with her?

But El Patrón looked so delicious without his shirt on, muscles hard, glistening, and flexing, she had to do something to end the incessant torture. Watching his movements had been more painful than his occasional jabs and kicks. Arousal crawled on every part of her sensitized skin, he was driving her crazy. The only solution her addled brain offered was to kiss him. Which she did. Which they both enjoyed. Too much. If only they weren’t interrupted. The frustration she felt when he stopped — she felt like screaming.

Trying to suppress her shivers from the memory, she glanced sideways at Tia Juanita haggling with a vegetable vendor.

She had not seen hide nor hair of him since the incident and to her disappointment Tia dragged her along to the market. She would have loved to speak to Rafael and struck with some type of a deal that could benefit them both.

Anyway, it was a sensible plan since she would be gone in