The last chapter for today before I hit the bed! I was so anxious to get to this chapter! I'll leave you to read! Thank you so much again! (I don't own this novela)

Chapter 8

Franco was back at the bar Alaca, where again Panchita was performing and all of her fans admired her. Sitting across from him was Rosario, looking incredibly radiant in her dazzling matching top and mini skirt, all designed for her next performance.

Panchita ends her song, and Rosario turns her attention to Franco, who sits with his arms crossed and his head in the clouds.

"When you stopped coming for a couple of nights, I start missing you, Franco."

Franco sighs but responds less enthused.

"I get it worse, Rosario. I promise not to come back, but I can't stand it."

Rosario's her perfect red lips curl into a gorgeous smile.

"That's good." she purrs. "I don't want you out of my life."

Franco smirks. He didn't find her comment sincere.

"You're playing with me, right?" he says, leaning forward. "You think it's funny. Your ego must be so big because I die for you and you don't see me that way."

Rosario purses her lips and reaches out to touch his arm.

"You're wrong, Franco. I wish I could make you happy but…"

She pauses and sees Armando glaring at her. Franco follows her gaze and then looks right back at her. This infuriates Franco and he can't help himself.

"Rosario, why can't you admit to me that that man is your lover?"

Rosario smiles awkwardly at Armando and draws her attention back to Franco.

"It doesn't matter." she says coolly. "Just don't wait for me tonight. It won't do you any good."

Armando calls her name and Franco's hands ball into fists. Armando begins to approach their table.

"Don't you have to get ready for your performance? You have things to do." he ordered, checking his wristwatch.

Rosario smiles sweetly at Franco and gets up to leave.

"It was nice talking to you, Franco."

She leaves for the dressing room, leaving Armando alone with Franco, who is practically fuming.

Armando leans towards Franco.

"You're interested in Rosario." he says, crossing his arms.

"You can say that." answers Franco.

"Well I can say more." Armando challenged, smirking evilly. "Like you're a poor boy that gets his hopes up so easily and that doesn't have any money to pay for her favors."

He then sits down at Franco's table, trying so hard to intimidate him.

"I don't pay any women for their favors." snapped Franco.

Armando's smirk grew wider. "Then don't waste your time. You won't get anywhere with her."

Franco smiled back at him. "We'll see about that. I'm a patient man."

Armando looks away, his smirk growing wicked by the second.

"I'm also a patient man. I don't act on impulses when I protect both my and Rosario's interests."

"I guess", shrugged Franco, now leaning towards Armando, "I know you're her manager, right?"

Armando chuckles menacingly at him.

"You want to avoid trouble?" he warned. "If you want to keep your pretty face, stay the hell away from her. You might get into a serious accident."

Franco glared at him. Is this man for real?

Armando kept on going. "It has happened to many of her other suitors. You better be sure you won't be the exception."

Franco kept glaring at him when he finally left his table. He watched Armando leave for the dressing room and Franco felt sick to his stomach refusing to believe what could happen in there. And he knew right then and there that he must try to forget about his love for that bar singer.

Back at the ranch, Franco's behavior was slightly off, but luckily for him, he and his brothers were being entertained by Mr. Martin, who proved to be quite funny. Listening to his stories about his youth and how he would get the ladies, lifted Franco's spirits. Mr. Martin's time was cut short when his youngest granddaughter told him that he was needed back inside. All the while she helped her grandfather, Jimena kept throwing looks at Franco, who took it as an invitation to see her soon.

Oscar noticed and winked at Franco, who placed his shovel down and went to search for Jimena. Franco knew to look in the changing room because that's where they were the first time. And he was right.

"How's your leg?" asked Jimena, her back to him when she heard him coming inside.

"A lot better." he replied, hungrily staring at her. "You're a great doctor."

She still had her back to him and he began to approach her.

"You know, apart from being pretty, has anybody ever told you how pretty your eyes are?"

He meant it. Jimena did have beautiful eyes.

"Big and bright like a couple of stars."

She giggled and finally turned around to see him.

"Are you turning into a poet?" she teased.

He grinned cheekily at her.

"No, I'm just being honest. You must have many suitors begging for you."

Jimena smiled in endearment. "No, I mean. Yes. I'm not short on them."

He challenged her, trying to catch her in a lie.

"Are they rich?"

"Yes, very distinguished." she told him. "But truthfully, I'm not interested."

"Then you must be less interested in me." Franco began to take a couple of steps closer to her. "I'm an insignificant worker. I have no future."

Jimena laughed. "I wouldn't describe you as that, Franco."

"You wouldn't?"

He walks closer.

"You're very attractive." she says, her eyes twinkling as he got closer and closer.

"How attractive am I to you?" he asked her.

"Very attractive." she admitted. "More than you should know."

Franco took this opportunity and closed the gap between them. With her face in his masculine hands, he leans in and captures her lips. He pulls back to see that she's dazed only to kiss her again. Within that very moment, a door opens followed by a horrified gasp.

"Jimena!"

Franco and Jimena pull away to see a very distraught Sarita. Much to Franco's surprise she didn't seem angry, but pained. She shook her head at her sister in disappointment. Franco swore he could see her eyes watering. She stormed out with a couple of tears falling unto her pale cheeks.

Horrified by what's happened, Jimena ran after her sister, leaving Franco confused as all hell. What just happened? He knew for sure he would be in so much trouble. But most importantly, it was the first time he saw Sarita display another emotion other than her usual eternal scowl. Oh, he's in it now.

Poor Sarita... welp... I'll be writing more soon! Stay tuned.