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Chapter 20

The next day, Franco's mind was cleared as he and a couple of his workers were out by the open fields to train their horses. The fresh air was all he needed to erase the horrible memories from the night before.

He examined his workers, who were doing an amazing job training the horses. He smiled when he saw one horse obeyed an order from one of his workers. He knew he had done right by buying the extra lands from the Morales, because his horses needed more room to train.

Just then he heard gallops and neighs from over the fence. He turned on his horse to see the commotion. His heart hammered in his chest once he saw Sarita with her men. He wanted to approach her but he couldn't. He froze where he was.

She was riding on her own horse, her small perky breasts lightly bouncing beneath her cream colored tank. Franco felt himself go warm watching her mounting on her horse and he wantonly envisioned her mounting him instead, her shapely strong legs straddling him as she rode him to oblivion.

He swallowed the lump forming in his throat when she glanced over at him, her pouty full lips a little wet after she licked them. He adjusted himself on his horse, feeling the front of his jeans tightening. Her dark brown eyes were still on him while she stroked her horse's mane. What is she up to?

The two just stared at each other for a brief moment until she silently signaled her horse to turn back. Franco watched her leave with her men, his eyes glued at her firm ass as she galloped away on her horse.

He found it rather odd that she didn't stay to fight with him as she usually does. Deep down, he yearned for her to turn back to give him a fight.

In a few hours Franco showered and dressed nicely for an important meeting. He stood in his study room, answering a business call when he heard Quintina clamoring over Eva, who appeared at his door, which was wide open.

He looked up at her and hung up the call.

"Yes, Eva?" He greeted her. "What's up?"

"Franco," she answered. "Miss Rosario Montes is here to see you."

He froze, hoping he heard her correctly.

"Who?"

"Rosario Montes." repeated Eva, nonchalantly. "She claims to have an appointment with you."

"That's not true, Eva." he told her. He wanted to scold Eva, but he knew it wasn't her fault. The older woman had no idea of his past lover. "Tell her I'm too busy with other things and don't allow her any entry, please."

Eva looked confused, but before she had time to question Franco, Rosario appeared behind Eva. Her bedroom eyes bore strictly into Franco's shocked ones. Rosario offered Franco a small smile, who didn't return the gesture and politely ordered Eva to leave him alone with his ex. Eva left with a defeated expression and without a single word.

Rosario continued smiling at him.

"As you can see, Franco", she said, her voice more seductive than ever. "I'm still the same woman as before."

Her eyes then scanned him up and down. She was clearly impressed by Franco's new lifestyle.

"But you have changed so much!" she chimed. "Who would have thought that you'd be such a big shot with such a fortune? And it's all thanks to your marriage to that old woman."

Oh here we go.

"I don't know why you came here, Rosario." said Franco, his patience running thin.

Rosario took note of his indifference and blanked.

"Aren't you glad to see me, Franco?"

"I'm surprised you're here. I don't know who told you to come." he shot back.

She didn't seem pleased with his response and started to take a few steps toward him with her hands on her hips. Franco wished she'd leave him be.

"I will never forget all the men who meant a lot to me, Franco."

Franco shuddered at her choice of words. Men. That's plural.

"And you are one of them." she added, staring longingly at him.

"It's a shame that I can't say the same thing." Franco scoffed. "Because you mean nothing to me."

Rosario laughed, her pride seeping out of her every pore.

"Of course you do." she said, refusing Franco's rejection. "You only married that old hag out of spite. And look! You did great! In the end, I brought you so much luck!"

Franco had it. Who does this broad think she is? Did she really think he did this all for her? How arrogant can Rosario be to say such things?

"Miss, could you please leave?" he ordered. "I have so much work to do and you're making me waste my time."

He walked behind her, his hand gesturing to the door.

"Unbelievable!" she gasped. "In the past you'd give everything to be with me."

"Things have changed, Rosario." he told her, his expression stern. "Now I won't give you the time of day."

Rosario smiled cockily.

"You're only hurt, Franco." she cooed, taking a step to him. "Admit it. You're only pretending. You don't need to anymore, baby. I know you very well."

"I thought I knew you very well." challenged Franco. "But I see that you're more shameless than I thought."

Rosario rolled her eyes and shifted her weight on her hips.

"How dare you come here after all the shit you put me through?" he growled, finding her repulsive within each moment.

"See?" She said, pointing a finger at his face. "You're still hurt."

"Yes." admitted Franco. "I can't deny I suffered a lot when you betrayed me. But nothing lasts forever, Rosario. I'm way over you. I don't have any feelings for you."

There was a slight pause until Franco's eyes flashed dangerously.

"Wait…" he added. "Although I do feel something."

Rosario smiled.

"Repulsion." he said, his voice emphasizing each syllable with such distaste. "You make me sick. I never thought you'd be so disgusting."

Rosario sighed and brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"You have every right to insult me, Franco." she said. Franco tensed when she brushed up against him. "But I need to tell you what I feel."

His jaw clenched when she caressed his cheek and then placed several heated kisses on his lips.

"I never stopped thinking of you." she whispered in between her kisses. "Did you hear me? Not even a minute, Franco."

She stopped kissing him when she noticed how unresponsive and cold he was being.

"Franco?"

"What?" he snarled.

"I was a fool." she lamented. "I'm so sorry. That's why I'm here. I don't want you to be angry with me. And I don't want you to think that I'm a bad woman who only wants to hurt you."

She began to trail kisses down his neck. Something she knew he enjoyed during intimacy. Franco brought his hands on her shoulders and shoved her away.

"I'll say it again, Rosario…" he warned. "Listen to me. I don't feel a thing for you."

Rosario glared at him in disbelief.

"Not hate or a grudge", he added. "I have nothing to forgive you for. Whatever we've had it's over. It's dead. It died the moment you married Armando Navarro."

He tore away from her and threw his hand over to the door again.

"Good luck, Rosario!" he shouted.

"Franco, you can't treat me this way!" she screeched. "You and I still need to talk things out!"

"Rosario, you and I have nothing else to talk about!" he told her. "Please, Miss, let me escort you out!"

Rosario pursed her lips and marched out of his office. Franco slammed the door behind her, a wave of relief taking over him. He never wanted to see that woman again.

Throwing on his most decent cream blazer, Franco was finally ready to head out for his very important meeting. Rosario may have ruined his morning, but surely after this meeting, he hopes that nothing will ruin his afternoon.

He spoke too soon when he got a call from one of his workers that Juan was being accosted by someone near the fences. Franco threw his head back, knowing very well who was accosting Juan. He fetched his horse and galloped to where Juan was arguing with none other than Sarita Elizondo and her men.

It turns out she was bothered by the fires Juan and the rest of the workers were setting to cleanse the grass. She claimed that it was spooking her horses.

Franco jumped off his horse and approached his favorite little nemesis.

"How can I help you, Ms. Sara Elizondo?" Franco teased, watching her eyes flash maliciously at the title he gave her.

It gave him so much gusto whenever he got under her skin. Her aggressive expressions were making his day.

"You either extinguish that fire or I'll sue you!" she shouted.

He chuckled at her. How can such a tiny woman like her be so tempestuous? He had to admit, it was kind of adorable. Look at her, she's so mad.

"The fire is on our side." he laughed. "Why sue us?"

"The smoke is going over to our property, sir." she snarled with both her hands on her hips.

Seriously, she was adorable. Infuriatingly annoying but adorable. Franco decided to tease her a little more. He was having such a great time making her angry.

"I think you'll have to sue the air, how about that?"

She scoffed at his sarcasm and turned to Olegario, who just shook his head.

"Can you believe this asshole? Just a damn beggar dressed up so elegantly. If you think you can do whatever you want, you're highly mistaken!"

His brows quirked up. Oh, so she was checking him out and had the nerve to imply an insult. He'll give it right back to her. Make her swallow her pride.

"Listen to me, little princess dressed up like a dirty ass worker." he spat at her. "If you think you can complain about any tiny thing, you can go to hell and visit your grandmother!"

Sarita did not like this. She stayed quiet and Franco winked at her. Her response was yet again...surprising. She bent forward, scooped up a handful of dirt and threw the filth at him.

"What the fuck?" yelled Franco, "Sara!"

She smirked at him and quickly ran to mount her horse. She just ruined his best blazer, this bitch is going to get it.

"Come back here!" he bellowed, attempting to climb over the fence and strangle the feral young woman. Juan stopped him before things got worse.

"Franco!" shouted Juan, shoving Franco back while Sarita and her men took off. "Just let it go!"

"Look what she did, Juan!" complained Franco, glaring at his clothes. "Now I'm going to be late for the fucking meeting! There's no time to change!"

"Just hurry back home and change!" assured Juan. "There might still be some time. Go!"

Furious, Franco made haste back to his house to change. Quintina helped him clean up and fetched him a new blazer, complaining that the ruined blazer smelled like shit.

"That bitch is so nasty." he snarled, fixing his new clothes. "Nothing seems to bother her since she practically lives near manure."

Franco managed to go to the meeting a little late. His mind cursed Sarita with all the hate he could muster.

Later that night, Franco couldn't sleep. He'd had such a terrible day. He tossed in his bed, replaying the encounter he had with Rosario.

"I was a fool." Rosario lamented. "I'm so sorry. That's why I'm here. I don't want you to be angry with me. And I don't want you to think that I'm a bad woman who only wants to hurt you."

"I'll say it again, Rosario…" Franco warned. "Listen to me. I don't feel a thing for you."

He shuddered in disgust, still feeling that woman's foul kisses on his lips and neck. He can't believe she had the nerve to do what she did, to say the things she said, after all the anguish she'd caused him.

Franco turned on his back while trying to replace that horrible memory with another. He sighed when he thought of Sarita riding her horse that very morning and the wild imagination he had of her. She was a very skillful rider, he admitted to himself, picturing his body beneath hers as she rode him. Her taut perfect ass bouncing as he delved himself inside her. Her temper and fury replaced by only soft cries of pleasure as he grasped her small firm breasts in his hands while he attacked her graceful creamy neck with his lips.

Franco felt himself go hard at his sinful imagination. No, not Sarita. That feral creature. There's no way he can touch or think of her in that way after what she did earlier that afternoon. Franco, as stiff and erect as he was, got up from his bed and decided to take a cold shower. Hoping those filthy thoughts of his nemesis would be washed away.

Franco, you naughty boy. Stay tuned for Chapter 21! Thank you for reading!