Chapter 4

Alejandro’s POV

When I arrived home that evening with one of the sex workers from the club, I was informed by Miss Patricia that my lovely nanny—rather PR consultant—had arrived and was already resting in her bedroom.

I had passed her bedroom door and gone straight to my study to continue what I started at the club. But only ten minutes into destroying the pussy of the slut I brought home, I was being disrupted by the so-called Mira Martinez—the woman who didn’t seem affected by my charms.

“What the hell!?” I muttered, my eyes locked onto hers.

“What’s wrong, sir? Am I not positioned right?” Nelly, the slut, asked, trying to look back, but I shoved her head forward.

“You’re doing perfect,” I murmured, increasing my pace as I thrust into her pussy. “Keep your eyes ahead.”

I glanced over again, and Mira still stood there, hands over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock.

Noticing I wasn’t about to stop fucking just because she stood there, she turned to leave, but I did the unexpected. I smirked slightly, then motioned for her to come closer.

Without thinking, and with a surprised expression on her face, she took one step forward.

“That’s right. Good girl,” I groaned, thrusting harder into Nelly, my gaze never leaving Mira.

“Ahh… hmm. I’m all yours, daddy. Fuck my cunt as you please,” Nelly moaned.

“I know you like it. I know this is what you want from me. You don’t have to be so difficult—I don’t bite,” I groaned, a sly smile curving my lips.

“Huh?” Nelly asked. “What’s that?” She tried to glance back, but I shoved her head forward.

“Stay still,” I ordered, pulling her hair as our bodies slammed together.

It suddenly didn’t feel like I was fucking Nelly anymore. All I could picture was Mira in the same position, begging me. But no—she stood there with a rather confused and disappointed look on her face.

Without a word, she turned around and left. Suddenly, it felt like my interest in sex walked out that door with her.

Immediately, I pulled out of Nelly, earning a gasp from her.

“We’re not done,” she said, furrowing her brows and turning to me.

“Yes, we are,” I replied coolly, pulling on my trousers.

Nelly cat-walked toward me as I poured myself a glass of scotch, wrapping her chicken fingers around my neck. “I still have more to offer. I still crave you.”

I downed the drink, letting it burn my throat as Mira flashed through my mind once more—and instantly, I got an erection.

Nelly noticed, a smile tugging at her lips. “You’re still so hard. Why don’t you sit back and let me finish my job?” she said, running her hands over my bulge.

I grabbed her wrists, shoving them away. “I said we’re done. Pick up your things and leave.”

“Okay then. When you need me, you know where and how to find me.” With a frustrated expression plastered on her face, she dressed up and left.

Thirty minutes later, I walked out of my study, heading for my bedroom upstairs when I spotted Mira.

“Well, this is going to be fun,” I chuckled, making my way to the kitchen.

She sat at the counter, a cup of coffee in hand and the same bored expression she always wore.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t welcome you to my home properly. As you saw, my hands were tied at the moment,” I said, announcing my presence as I approached.

“Your hands were tied indeed,” she mumbled.

“You don’t sound pleased. Does having sex offend you now? Do you want to scrape that out of my life too?” I tilted my head, smiling as she clutched her cup tighter.

“You’re a grown man, Mr. Montenegro. You should be able to tell what can harm your career and what can’t,” Mira stated, stepping down. “If you must pleasure yourself, then I suggest sticking to one woman—not fucking every whore you randomly meet. It’ll stain your image.”

I let out a provocative laugh. “You’re one woman. I wouldn’t mind sticking to you.”

“You’re clearly out of your mind, sir,” Mira said, rolling her eyes. “If you’d excuse me, I’d like to stand in a presence that’s not yours.”

Mira walked majestically out of the kitchen and toward the pool area. I followed like a bee drawn to its honey.

“You know, Mira, you’re something else—but I know your type. I know you liked what you saw earlier,” I teased.

She shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself as she stared at the blue water reflecting on her face.

Mira turned, and there I stood—just an inch away from our lips touching. I had cornered her. 

“Step back,” she ordered.

“Or what, princess of dumb principles?” I smirked, taking in those freckles of hers.

I stepped forward, and she stepped backward, our gazes locked—her fierce blue eyes like the ocean boring into mine.

“Mr. Montenegro, please get out of my way,” Mira said, and I could hear the crack in her voice perfectly.

I stepped forward again, and this time, as she stepped back, a splash echoed through the night—she had fallen in, and I couldn’t contain my laughter.

“My God, first day and you’re already going for a swim? I think I’m better off taking care of myself without you,” I laughed, stomping my feet until I was almost out of breath.

When I looked again, hoping to see Mira swimming out, I couldn’t find anyone—and that’s when my smile began to fade.

“Mira?” I called slowly, but there was no response.

“Mira, you can get out of the water now,” I said, my brows furrowing as I began removing my shirt.

“What the hell,” I mumbled, diving into the pool. The cold hit me like a wall, but I kept going, eyes straining under water. 

I looked around, and there she was, sinking to the bottom. Panic set in as I swam deeper, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her out immediately.

“Mira!?” I yelled, pressing lightly on her chest as I laid her down, water dripping from my hair, my heart thundering. But no response.

“Don’t fucking die on me,” I muttered, my voice low and hoarse.

I leaned in, ready to start CPR—

But her eyes flew open.

I froze.

She gasped, coughed hard, then glared at me like I was the one who shoved her in.

Before I could speak, her hand cracked across my cheek.

I staggered back, stunned.

She fucking slapped me. And it stung.

Not just my face—my pride.