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"

This was one of the things I liked about him, the sexy way he smiled. And right now he was doing it in a way that made me shudder completely and lose track of time. I tried to get his thoughts out of my head and focus on the present. We were still in the bathroom, the water was still pouring down on us.

— Weren't we going to have lunch? — I asked him.

—We're still going to do it, as soon as we can finish our bath. —he told me, holding the gel in his hands again.

And this only made me tremble in anticipation inside, I already knew how her gel-filled hands felt as they ran across my wet skin.

—Don't worry, I won't. — he told me evaluating my gaze.

— What thing? — I hadn't said anything, that he had psychic powers.

—I won't touch you, because if I do it again we'll never finish. —he said looking at me sensually and making me blush.

—Then let's go for a bath. —I told him to reach out and put some gel on me.

The truth was that even though he wasn't touching myself, it was still difficult to concentrate on things as simple as bathing. I only watched him as my heart beat fiercely in my chest. Yes, it was the first time I had ever bathed with a man and I had never imagined that I would feel this way.

—If you don't start bathing, I'll do it for you and believe me, I'm going to enjoy every second of it. —he said, making me return to reality, leaving my thoughts aside.

So I decided to concentrate on the bathroom. The last thing I needed at this point was to feel Christian's hands with gel on my body again.

I had no idea where we were going. Although from the way Christian had dressed in jeans and a shirt, I figured we weren't going to a very fancy place. We were both in the underground garage mounted in the car as Christian drove out of the building. We had packed our suitcases in the car as we were going straight to my apartment later, at least that's what he had told me. Right outside the building and before he got into traffic he lowered the top of the car.

—It's a beautiful Sunday afternoon, don't you think. —he smiled at me as he pulled out some Ray-Ban Aviator from the contact and put them on.

—Yes, very beautiful. —I said to him as I put mine on, smiled at him and he started the car and got into traffic.

—Do you mind if I play some music? —he asked me as the air began to mess up my hair.

—No. —I said as he pressed a button and the music started to play.

And when I heard the first chords of the song, I knew right away who was singing. I really liked that song, it was one of my favorite bands. And without realizing it, I started singing the song until Christian interrupted me.

— Do you like Maroon Five? —he asked me very curiously.

—I really like that song. —I replied with a smile as I listened to How's final chords.

The air hit my face, messing up my hair that I had left loose on my shoulders. Christian was driving around town while I enjoyed the ride. The car could barely feel itself as it drove along the road. The music had changed and in those moments it sounded something I didn't know, but I liked the way it sounded.

— Who sings? —I asked him as he briefly turned to me.

—Off Monsters and Men the song is called Mountain Sound. —he replied as I smiled at him.

Christian looked very relaxed by my side as his hair was blown back by the wind and messed up like mine.

— Where are we going? —I asked him curiously. But he didn't answer me, he just smiled at me. — Is it a secret? — I asked again.

—No, but I'd rather not tell you and make it a surprise.

And I didn't ask any more questions while he was driving around town. It was driving to central park. And when I realized Christian was parking at the met. What!

— Weren't we going to lunch? —I asked him strangely as he took off his seat belt and looked at me with a smile.

—We're going to lunch. —he said getting out of the car.

He turned this one around and before I opened my door he was already there to do it for me.

—You'll tell me where we're going, I'm intrigued? —I asked him as we walked along the crowded sidewalk.

But he didn't say anything, we just kept walking until we reached a nightclub reading place. I looked at him strangely and even more so when he was open at that time. I always thought it would be night. But why would he bring me here? Weren't we going to have dinner?

—You'll see. —he said looking at my strange face.

He took my hand and put it on his forearm as he led me inside. This was strange, inside it looked like a restaurant instead of a nightclub. We got to where the maître was and he greeted Christian as if he knew him.

—Good afternoon, Mr. Grey. —he said, reaching out his hand.

—Good afternoon, Sawyer. —Christian said to him, extending his hand to greet him, and they both shook hands briefly.

— A table for two today? — he asked after the greeting was over.

—Yes. —he said smiling at me.

—This way please. —he said as he turned and led us to our table.

The place was decorated with pale colors and the tables with ivory-colored tablecloths where in the center rested a beautiful and simple vase with white flowers. Once seated at the table, with the menu in my hand and after the maître´s gone, I decided to get out of doubt with Christian.

— Isn't this a nightclub? —I asked him, wanting to clear my head.

—Yes, but during the day it's a restaurant. —he said with a smile.

—And from what I see, you come here a lot, I see they know you. — I waved my head at the maître who was standing at the entrance at the other end of the room.

—Yes, I come here often. —he said with a smile.

Was this fun for him or was there something he wasn't telling me?

— How often do you come here? —I asked curiously as he stared me in the eyes.

Christian looked at me as he narrowed his eyes slightly as if deciding whether to tell me or not.

—I am the owner. —he said as his eyes left mine and began to read the letter again.

He literally left me with my mouth open. How many places did he own? Did I want to know? This just confirmed something that hadn't crossed my mind until now. Everything was so clear, but I hadn't seen it until now. The car, the apartment, the yacht, the prestigious nightclubs or restaurants for the case. Christian was a millionaire. This only made me more curious about him. Now I just had to dig a little deeper into the past that he didn't talk about with anyone and try to figure out how he became one.

My eyes went down the menu but I wasn't really reading anything. At the time I didn't have my mind clear enough to think about what I wanted for lunch, my mind was more occupied with the recent discovery. All the signs were right in front of my eyes and I never saw them, or I didn't want to see them.

— Is something wrong with you? —he asked me out of my thoughts.

— Nothing, why you say that. —I said looking away from the menu for a moment and looking at him.

—Because your face says otherwise. — he said, looking at me firmly with his gray eyes.

And how I told him what I had just discovered about him.

—It has something to do with the fact that I own several stores, or I'm wrong. —he said, raising an eyebrow.

I stared at him, without him knowing that he had almost hit the nail on the head.

—You'll tell me what's wrong with you. —he said leaning forward on the table.

—I just never thought you'd be a millionaire. —I looked him straight in the eyes as I said it and I could see a seductive smile on his face as he leaned back in the chair.

—Yes, I am. Do you have a problem with the fact that I am? — he said with an eyebrow raised.

— No, none. —I answered him honestly.

Christian started looking at the menu again, turning his disturbing gaze away from me. And for a moment I thought about it. Was it any different that he was a millionaire? No, there wasn't one. I didn't really like him for his money, I liked him even when he was just my idiot boss. And I smiled inwardly at what I was thinking.

— Have you picked out something for lunch yet? — he said down the menu on the table.

—I don't feel it, I don't know why but I can't concentrate right now, I'll ask the same thing as you. — I told him to put the menu on the table.

— Are you sure about that? — he asked with a smile.

—Yes. —I said a little doubtful, though.

—Good. —he said beckoning to the waiter.

—Ready to order, Mr. Grey.

—Yes, the same as every Sunday for both of us. — —What did he order?

—And to drink. —he asked Christian as he looked at me.

— What would you like to drink? —he asked me, but I just shrugged.

—Whatever you choose will be fine. —I replied as I tried to guess what I had ordered for lunch.

—Well, a Merlot will be fine and I'd like to take a Vermouth.

—Right away, Mr. Grey. —and picking up the menus from the table he left.

At that moment I stared at him and he squinted at my face, and my emotions were perhaps so transparent.

— You're wondering what I ordered, aren't you? — he said with a smile.

—Actually, yes, I have no idea what I'm going to eat, or whether I'll like it.

—You'll like it. — he said roundly.

—You knew what you were going to order since we came in here, didn't you? —I asked him, squinting.

—Yes. —he replied smiling with one of those radiant smiles that kept taking my breath away.

— And for that you had to look so much at the menu. —I asked him in a strange way.

—I wasn't looking at the menu, I was just pretending to read it. —he replied by staring at me.

—There's a time when you don't plan things half an hour in advance. —I asked him as he looked at me and for a moment he looked thoughtful.

He leaned forward on the table, put his gray look on me, and then answered me.

—I always anticipate situations. —he said leaning back again and I don't know why the way he said it made me shudder completely.

And for a moment we stood there and said nothing, just staring into each other's eyes. If only in this way I could see inside and know all its secrets.