THE ORIGINAL NOVEL WAS WRITTEN IN SPANISH, I APOLOGIZE FOR THE TRANSLATION. IF YOU WANT TO READ IT IN SPANISH LOOK FOR IT UNDER THE SAME PSEUDONYM AND BY NAME "GIRO DEL DESTINO"

The next morning I woke up with a lot of headache, I shouldn't have drunk so much, I barely remembered getting to the room. The dim light that came through one of the windows bothered my eyes and between that and the headache I could barely open them. I sat down on the bed after a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light and as soon as I did I examined the room. I was sitting on a huge bed, the room was too big and as far as I could see it was not shared, it was just the master bedroom. To my right was a huge marble-lined countertop with many drawers underneath and a huge mirror. There were two seats, one in front of the counter and the other in front of the bed where my backpack was. On either side of the bed were two small tables each with an elegant light bulb on top. Everything was too elegant, too unrealistic to be true. I got up with a little work and after looking for the toiletries in my backpack I went to the bathroom on the left side of the bed.

I must say that the bathroom was as spacious as the room, and this one had even a tub. I took a relaxing shower of hot water that relieved my head a little, but not completely. I wore short shorts, a T-shirt and when I was finishing dressing up there was a knock on the door.

— Ana, are you awake? —couldn't be other than Kate.

—Yes, come in. — I told her sitting on the bed while I squinted a little bit because of the headache.

—How did you get up? —she asked worried.

—With a hell of a hangover. —I said massaging my forehead with one hand.

—I'm sorry I left you last night, you know Elliot got too fond of the movie, and it was a comedy. —she said smiling and sitting next to me on the bed.

—I don't remember any of that. —I said with a frown.

— I guess not.

—Wait, if you left during the movie... How did you know which room I was in? —I asked her intrigued.

—Christian told me. —she answered without looking at me.

—! Eh! —I exclaimed impressed.

—Christian carried you here last night, says you passed out. —she said very worried.

—I don't fucking remember any of that! —I said, burying my head in my hands.

—Don't worry about it, it's happened to all of us at least once in our lives. —she said, taking my hands away from my face.

—I have to apologize to him. Where is he? —I asked her getting out of bed.

—I think on the top deck, but let's have breakfast first. —she said pulling on me.

When I arrived at the dining room, breakfast was completely prepared on the table, I sat down and could see an Advil knob on the table. I poured myself a glass of juice and had some toast.

—Thank you so much for being so considerate. — I told Kate while I was having two Advils with a little juice.

—I don't deserve them, Christian was the one who made breakfast. —she told me as I almost choked on the juice.

—Really! — I told her as I started to eat the toast that it was delicious.

—Yes, it doesn't really fit the description you gave me of him. —she said shaking her head on both sides.

—The truth is that I don't know him anymore, I don't really know what he's like, he's changed a lot. — I said as I looked thoughtfully at the toast in my hand.

—I think this is a good opportunity to get to know him, don't you? —she said cheering me on.

—Yes, and to apologize to him for last night. —I told her, continuing with breakfast.

After breakfast we went to the upper deck of the yacht where there was a huge sofa and two loungers under a huge awning where the sun didn't shine very brightly. Christian and Elliot were there with their backs to us, each with a hat on and a stick in their hands, fishing. Christian was wearing a T-shirt and cargo shorts, while Elliot was wearing a sweater and bathing shorts. I approached them to say hello.

—Good morning, guys. —I told them both with my best smile.

—Good morning, Ana. —Elliot replied with a huge smile on her face, turning to me for a moment.

—So did Anastasia. —Christian replied, turning briefly to me. He had some dark glasses on, so I couldn't see his eyes.

—Why don't you call her Ana, she doesn't like to be called Anastasia, you know? —Elliot told Christian as he was scolding him.

—Don't worry, it doesn't matter. —I told Elliot and turned to Christian. —I want to apologize for last night.

—Don't worry, it happens to all of us. —he said unimportantly, looking straight ahead.

—Thank you. —I told him honestly.

—Not that anyone would have done what I did. —he said, turning his face towards me briefly, and I could see a glimmer of a slight smile on his face, or so it seemed to me.

I went back to where Kate was and we lay on the deckchairs as we watched the guys fish and get a little sunshine, though not much. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and by the time I opened them everything around me had changed.

—Don't play games with me, Christian. —I told him very seriously.

—I'm not playing with you. —he said, smiling seductively.

I was lying on the huge bed from which I had just got up an hour earlier. I was completely immobile, with only my bikini on, while Christian with one hand immobilized my arms above my head and with his feet's immobilized my body preventing me from moving. In his other hand was a bottle of syrup that was slowly tilted and poured over my belly as I was shaking. He put the bottle to one side and leaned over me, licking every trace of the syrup from my body and making me shudder.

—I think I can get used to this. —he said, smiling maliciously at my body.

—Christian, let go of me. —I told him very seriously as I struggled with my hands trying to let go. This was wrong, very wrong.

—The more you move, the longer I'll be. —he said maliciously.

He picked up the bottle again and bent it over me, this time pouring more syrup from my neck to my chest, going up and down through the excitement. He put the bottle back on the side, leaned over me and started licking the syrup again until the birth of my breasts. My breathing was getting faster and faster as I felt his warm tongue slowly running through my body. If he did it again I didn't know if I would be able to endure that sweet torture one more time without being able to touch him. Again he poured syrup all over my belly this time and I closed my eyes as he directed his mouth towards my body and began to lick again...

I opened my eyes and sat down suddenly with rapid breathing and a rapid pulse running through my veins. But what the hell was that? It had been the strangest dream I had ever had.

Next to me was Kate still lying down, when I looked towards where the boys were, I found Christian looking at me with his glasses on. He sat in a chair with both arms folded across his chest and a slight smile on his face. It was very frustrating not being able to see where he was looking with his glasses.

—Caught something? — I asked him very curiously and tried to calm my rapid breathing.

—Nothing, just a little sunshine, lunch is ready. —he replied with a stare at my guess.

—How long have I been asleep? —I asked curiously.

—A little over an hour. —he said as he got out of the chair and headed for the stairs.

—Wow, that's weird. — but before he went down the stairs he turned to me.

—I hope the dream wasn't one of terror. —he said, taking off his glasses and smiling at me before he got lost on the stairs.

Why would he say that? Well it didn't matter in the end that it was just a dream, and I doubted it would come true, it was just my mind playing with me. The weekend passed quickly and by the time I realized it was Sunday and we were returning to New York. The trip had not been so bad, we had sunbathed, bathed and enjoyed the view of the sunrise on the sea. After saying goodbye to Christian and Elliot in the parking lot, we got in my car and drove home. The truth was that it had not been as bad as I thought, I just hoped that Christian would not change tomorrow when I saw him again.

This Monday unlike last week I arrived early, I must say that earlier than usual, Ethan and Mia were still not arriving, but Christian was already in his office, although apparently he did not see me arrive. I sat down at my desk to finish up with some sketches I had done the other day in the park.

—I really like the old man's. —said a sweet, velvety voice in my ear.

— You scared the shit out of me! —I said as I jumped into my seat and grabbed my chest where my heart was beating wildly in shock.

Christian was standing behind me watching me draw. The truth was that after seeing him for a whole weekend I still hadn't gotten used to his closeness. I kept getting nervous next to her.

—I'm sorry that wasn't my intention, but you were very focused, I just wanted to say good morning. —he said with a smile.

I didn't know why but lately I liked to see him smile, it made me feel different.

—Good morning to you too. —I said as I continued with the drawing trying to get the image of him smiling at me from my head.

Christian get back to his office but even after he did my heart continued to beat wildly in my chest. Soon Ethan and Mia arrived and offered me a coffee in my hand and I started drinking it.

—I see you got some sun, how about the weekend? —she said when she saw my face lightly tanned.

And for a moment I thought about it. I haven't really been that bad this weekend. Christian had been very good to me. For the rest of the weekend I didn't drink again, I didn't want anyone to have to carry me back to bed. We had a great time, bathed in the sea, sunbathed and had fun.

—Well, that was good. —I said, putting my memories aside. —And yours.

—You know the same thing, Ethan took me to dinner and we went to an amusement park last night. —she said excitedly, smiling at Ethan, who was a few feet away from us.

—I'm glad you're doing well. —I said very happy. And I don't know why while I was drinking my coffee my eyes went to Christian's office where he looked back at me smiling.

—They're my ideas or you still like them. —Mia told me by making me choke on the coffee. Mia quickly hit my back while I was coughing. —Are you all right? —she said scared.

—If I'm fine, it just went the wrong way. —I said as I wiped the tears from my eyes.

—Now you can answer me or you won't. —she said, raising an eyebrow.

—There was a time when I was doing it, but right now that's just a matter of the past. —I replied by sitting on the sidewalk.

—But that doesn't explain why he keeps staring at you from his office. —I turned to him and our eyes met, we stared at each other for a few seconds before he smiled and headed for his desk.

—I don't mind him looking. —I said with a shrug of my shoulders.

But while I was saying it, I knew perfectly well that what I was saying wasn't true. His look made me very worried. He made me ask questions and ask myself things I hadn't thought about until now. Later while we were going out for lunch Christian waved at me from his office.

—What he want? —said Mia very low beside me.

—I don't know, go ahead, I'll catch up with you. —Mia and Ethan left for the elevator as I was heading for Christian's office. I opened the door but didn't come in. I didn't know why but I didn't want to go into his office today. I didn't feel safe being alone with him in the same room.

—Yes. —I said holding the door in one hand.

—I was wondering if you'd like to have lunch with me today. —he said staring at me, what was this about?

—Excuse me, but I don't think that's a good idea. —I said as I shook my head.

—The truth is, neither was I, it was just to discuss some things about work, so it would be more like a business lunch. —Ana, you always think the worst.

—All right then. —I told him, saw that I wouldn't be able to get away with it no matter how much I wanted to.

—Come on. —he said as he got up from his chair and pointed to the door.

I sent a quick message to Mia telling her not to wait for me and left the office with Christian.