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"

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He lowered his hands up to my buttocks and carried me, making me wrap my legs around his waist and carried me to bed. He ran through my body with his skillful hands countless times and then did the same with his lips. And suddenly everything was kisses and caresses. Our bodies coming together in one, panting and sweating with pleasure until we lost their sanity.

—We shouldn't sleep at some point. —I asked him exhausted.

We were lying in bed, it was about 1:00 a.m. and we weren't sleeping yet, we were just hugging, I was lying on his chest feeling the rhythmic beating of his heart.

—Yeah, I think we should get some sleep. —he answered me after a moment. — I think we're gonna have a little problem with this. —He said showed me the handcuffs.

I looked at him for a moment, frowning in confusion, I did not understand what he meant, until I looked at the headboard of the bed. My bed was made of wood, and the headboard was one piece, carved, there was no way to hook the handcuffs there. Then I thought of something, took the handcuffs from his hand and hooked one to his left hand and the other to my right hand.

—Problem solved, now you can't leave unless you carry me. — I said smiling.

—Well, time for bed then. —he said kissing me on the forehead and turning sideways.

I leaned over to the bedside table and turned off the light bulb and within a few minutes I plunged into a deep sleep as Christian hugged me from behind and I smiled.

I felt that something was moving slightly, but I didn't want to wake up, I had only gone to bed a few minutes ago. Something continued to pull me a little harder this time and a slight pain in my wrist made me wake up. I was lying across the bed and when my eyes got used to the darkness I could see Christian sitting on the edge of the bed.

— Christian, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? — I said as I sat next to him in the bed.

—Come on, we have to go. — what had happened?

I looked at him carefully, wiping my eyes clean and waking up completely, and to my surprise his eyes were closed, he was asleep.

—Christian...Christian. — I said moving it over the shoulder.

At the time I didn't know what to do or whether it was wise to wake him up or not, it never crossed my mind how to react to this situation.

—I don't want to spend another minute here in London. — and at that moment he stood up.

Oh, shit! I had to wake him up somehow, I couldn't let him out of the room, especially if we were almost naked, me with only my shirt on and him in boxers. I got up too, I didn't want him to pull my hand again, it hurt a little. I stood in front of him.

—Christian...wake up Christian. — I told him by moving it around the shoulders trying to make him react. But nothing, he wouldn't wake up.

—You're just slowing me down, I'd better go alone. — he said, walking, making me get out of front of him.

He was walking to the door and I was walking next to him. I didn't want to let go of the handcuffs, that was the only thing keeping him a little bit by my side and making it harder for him to leave. I stopped and as Christian advanced a further stretch the handcuffs tightened pulling my hand and making him stop. I endured a groan of pain at the pull of my hand. I approached him again.

— Christian... it's just a dream, wake up. — I told him again this time hitting his chest.

—Don't try to stop me again, I told you, I never wanted to live here. —he replied a little loudly as if he was angry.

— Christian, wake up. —I continued to insist in vain.

— You think I don't know you're with me for my money, I know, I just needed a distraction at night and you're basically one, although I know other names as well. —he said, smiling slightly.

— Christian! — I shouted at him as the tears began to come out of my eyes for fear that he would not wake up.

And I couldn't take the frustration anymore, so I went to my last resort and slapped him in the face as hard as I could with my left hand. At that moment Christian opened his eyes disoriented and confused until he saw me standing before him.

— What are we doing in the middle of the room, in the dark? — he asked in confusion.

It was fortunate that the room was dark, so he could not see the tears falling from my face.

—You were walking and talking in your sleep. —I replied with concern as I sipped through my nose.

—I don't remember anything, I just know it hurts here. —he said with his hand on his cheek.

—I had to slap you in the face to wake you up. — I said to him in great sorrow as he looked at me in confusion.

—I don't even remember what I was dreaming about. —he said, running one hand through his hair, frustrated at not remembering.

We walked to the bed and sat on the edge of the bed after lighting the bedside table lamp. Christian looked very confused while his cheek was red from the slap. At the time I didn't know what to do or what to say.

— What was I talking about? —he asked me, staring at me, squinting. — Were you crying? — he asked with a frown.

—No. —I told him wiping away the remains of my tears.

— What happened?

— I was afraid you wouldn't wake up. —I told him as I lay on his chest.

—It's all right now. —he said as he hugged me.

—You were talking to a woman. —I told him, separating myself a little from him.

— What!

— The dream, you were talking to a woman. —I told him as he looked at me thoughtfully.

— About what?

— You wanted to leave London and you told her you knew he was with you for the money. —Christian frowned thoughtfully.

—I do remember that. —he said very seriously.

— Did you remember the dream then?

—No, I remember that day. —I'm so sorry, Anastasia. I don't want to cause you any more trouble. —I'm leaving tomorrow. —he said without even looking at me.

—Christian, don't apologize to me, you're not causing me any trouble, I want to help you. — I told him holding his hands between my hands and making him stare at me.

Actually, what I was most curious about at the time was what had happened in London to make him change so much. But as curious as I was, I didn't dare ask him anything at the time, you know, curiosity killed the cat.

— You want to know what happened, don't you? — he said staring at me.

Were my thoughts so transparent?

— Why do you say that?

—Because I can see in your eyes that you are very curious right now to know what happened and try to fix my past.

—Don't worry, it doesn't matter. —I said, touching his cheek gently.

—I can't fix things from the past, Ana, let's go to sleep. —he said to me as he pulled me to the bed.

I went back to bed while Christian hugged me from behind. I wasn't really sleepy, everything that had happened in the last five minutes had given me a lot to think about. I turned off the light bulb and closed my eyes but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fall asleep.

—I never wanted to leave for London, and as a result I did a lot of things that I won't tell you about, at least not at the moment. —he said in my ear.

Well, at least he had said something, but that was only a small fraction of the puzzle I knew was Christian's life and which I wanted to unravel no matter what the consequences.

This was still a new experience for me that I had not yet gotten used to. Waking up with someone next to me. The alarm clock kept ringing insistently. The truth was that I hadn't slept much and didn't feel like getting up at all.

—Come on, wake up. — I heard Christian's sweet, melodious voice close to my ear.

But I completely ignored it and covered my head with the sheet. I just wanted to sleep for another five minutes.

—I can be as insistent as that alarm clock and I don't think you'll like it. — he told me by uncovering my head and making me cover my eyes with my arm.

—Five more minutes. — I told him as I felt him laugh. The alarm clock stopped ringing at that moment.

—All right, I want to see what explanation you'll give your boss for being late today. —and at that moment I took my hand off my face.

The light in the room made me squint for a moment to adjust to the clarity and when I did I found Christian's face a few inches from mine.

—Well, you decided to wake up. — he asked, raising an eyebrow.

—Yeah, it's time to get up. — I said sitting on the bed. — I don't want to make my boss angry.

—You can help me with this. — he said, raising his hand where he had his handcuffs on.

I took the key out of my neck, I loosened my hand, and then I did the same with his.

—Done. — I said when his hand was free and he put the chain back on my neck.

—I'll take care of this. —he said taking the handcuffs out of my hand and putting them on the floor. —Now I need a good morning kiss. —he said looking at me with a mischievous smile on his face.

I leaned over and gave him a quick, light kiss on the lips and then I smiled away from him and got out of bed.

—Wait, where do you think you're going. —he said getting out of bed and grabbing me by the arm.

—Well, it's not obvious, to the bathroom. — I said, staring at him.

—Not without a decent kiss first. —he said pulling my arm towards him and joining his lips with mine.

Her seductive and tempting lips kissed me with unbridled passion, invading my mouth with their tongue and making me moan. He started walking while he was kissing me and when he separated from me we were standing in the middle of the bathroom.

—You're already in the bathroom and I had my kiss, see how simple it is. —he said with a smile.

I rubbed some toothpaste on my toothbrush and started washing my mouth, while Christian did the same. Our eyes crossed in the mirror and we both smiled.

—Good. —I said after I finished brushing my teeth. — Now I just need a quick shower. —I said as I began to undress.

—I think I can help you with that. —Christian said as he began to undress too.

— You really want us to be late, don't you?

—We're just going to take a bath...or do you have something else in mind. — he said with a suggestive eyebrow raised.

—No, just take a bath. —I answered him as I felt my cheeks burning at the direction my thoughts had taken.

I took a quick bath under Christian's watchful and perceptive gaze, well as quickly as I could between the furtive frictions and the odd kiss he stole from me. I wrapped a towel around my body and went out to the room looking for some clothes to wear. I took an adjuster, some panties from the drawer, put them on and stood in front of the closet.

I would be lying if I said that I was late looking for the clothes, on the contrary, I took out some worn and tight jeans that according to Kate's words: "it's one of the few clothes that make your figure look good and highlight your curves" although on the other hand I loved those jeans. I pulled out a tight white, short-sleeved shirt and bent down to look for my black converse.

—I think I'm gonna need another shower.

At that very moment I got up in shock and turned to where Christian's voice came from. He had just come out of the bathroom and was standing a few feet from the door. He had a towel on his waist, his hair wet with water drops falling on his naked and wet torso. The muscles in his body were more prominent now that he was wet. How many times did he exercise? For how toned his muscles were, he had to do it at least every day. I continued to watch him and then noticed why he had been delayed in the bathroom. The light two—day beard to which I was already beginning to adapt was gone.

— Are you trying to give me a heart attack? —I replied by putting one hand on my chest, the truth was that I was a little frightened when he entered the room without making a sound.

— Why do you say that? —he asked, approaching me.

—It should be forbidden for you to walk like that, you don't know what it does to me. — I told him as I noticed my breathing getting faster and faster.

—Yes, I know, that's why I do it, I love to see how you react every time I do it. —he said very close to me. — Feel your breathing accelerate and your legs tremble every time I do this. —and then he brushed my lips lightly with his and then separated himself from me, leaving me staggering.