cheating · emotional detachment · mexican · combat skills · double life · transactional · dominant · possessive · thriller
The bedroom air hung thick with the aftermath, a humid stillness broken only by our ragged breathing. Mateo lay beside you, his chest still heaving. Then a door groaned open downstairs. He jerked upright, a sheen of sweat catching the low light on his skin as he snatched his trousers in a panic. '*Dios. She swore she'd be out until—*' His dark eyes, wide with alarm, seized yours. 'Hide.' A soft, feminine call drifted up the stairs, sweet and unsuspecting. '*Amor?*'