Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

After leaving work, Estrella Berrocal waited three minutes, picked up the phone and hesitantly edited a text message to Adán Rouco.

“What time do you get off work?”.

Adán Rouco, who was working on paperwork on the sixty-sixth floor, received the text and immediately sent one back: “You are coming to my office”.

Santino Yepes was sorting through Adán Rouco’s files, while glancing at his phone and smiling vaguely. “Boss, how come I didn’t notice before that he keeps texting the girls?”.

Normally, Santino Yepes would not have dared to flirt with Adán Rouco, but at that moment he was clearly in a good mood, so Santino Yepes was not offended when he flirted with him.

The man held up his phone, raised his eyebrows and said thoughtfully, “Does Estrella Berrocal count as a child?”

“Yes, why not, Miss Star is just out of college and she’s only twenty-four, how can she not be a girl?”.

Adán Rouco curved his thin lips, a playful smile appearing in his eyes.

Does a little girl bite? Does a little girl spill?

According to Adán Rouco’s impression, today’s young girls seemed weak, but that little woman had the guts to slap him when she got angry.

The man replied nonchalantly, “You have a baby and you’re still a girl.”

As he spoke, Estrella Berrocal had knocked on the door and entered.

Santino Yepes tidies up his papers and leaves the office, leaving Adán Rouco and Estrella Berrocal alone.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Estrella Berrocal was sitting on the side of the sofa waiting for him, straining her chin as she watched Adán Rouco at work.

It’s true what they say: a man who takes his job seriously is really attractive, especially when he is as handsome as Adán Rouco.

I don’t know if it was because Adán Rouco was so handsome or because she hadn’t slept enough lately, but she fell asleep on the couch soon after.

When Adán Rouco finished his business and looked up, he found the little woman waiting for him on the sofa already asleep with her arms pillowed.

He walked over to her, pulled a blanket from the side and covered her up, reaching up to stroke her hair and ear.

She was definitely not the prettiest woman I had ever seen, not even pretty, but her skin was very white and delicate.

In his mind, inexplicably, he could see that naked woman, lying under him in an erotic but resigned way, and the moment when she tilted her head to take him in almost stunned him.

Adán Rouco has never been a passionate man, and in recent years he has not even been interested in such things, to the point that many in the northern press have speculated that he might have a problem with his sexuality.

Adán Rouco was very demanding, not that he hadn’t thought of asking Santino Yepes to stay with her after the physical release and pleasure he had experienced during those seven nights with Estrella Berrocal three years ago, but that pleasure was not enough to stay with the woman who could be the bane of his existence.

The office door slammed shut and Olivia Montes pushed open and walked in.

“Adam, have you taken care of all your work? Let’s go pick up little Dante and little …”.

Before she could finish the sentence, Adán Rouco put a long finger to his thin lips as he turned to look at her, gesturing for her to be silent.

Stunned, Olivia Montes looked over and saw Estrella Berrocal lying on the sofa, sleeping.

Adán Rouco lowered his voice and ordered him: “you go first”.

“And you…?”

“I’ll leave later.”

“But Paulita is already out of school, so who’s going to pick up…” ?

“I’ll call and ask the old man to pick it up.”

Olivia Montes clenched her palm and turned to look deeply at Adán Rouco as he left the office.

Had Adam really fallen in love … with Estrella Berrocal?

He stood in the doorway, standing, for a long, long time.

On the sofa, Estrella Berrocal tilted her face, changed position, rested her face in Adán Rouco’s palm and went back to sleep, her pink lips slightly open, her teeth white and neat, and Adán Rouco came down like a ghost and kissed her.

The kiss woke Estrella Berrocal up. At first she struggled unconsciously, but when she opened her eyes and saw the clear face in front of her, her whole body felt as if she had lost all her strength and did not know how to push it away.

Unconsciously, he raised his arms and wrapped them around Adam Rouco’s neck.

The man’s dark eyes gave her a somber look and she blushed, lost in his kiss, as Adán Rouco closed his eyes again and took her in his arms and sat her on his lap with one hand, wrapping his arms around her waist and grabbing the back of her neck with the other, deepening the kiss.

Olivia Montes, standing in front of the door, her eyes soaking wet, until she saw the hand of the man, who was wearing an expensive watch, dip into the hem of the woman’s skirt, covered her mouth and, not daring to look down, ran out with tears in her eyes.

Estrella Berrocal heard the sound of heels moving in the doorway and unconsciously turned her head to look toward the door.

Adam Rouco paid her no attention, his fingers fiddling with the hem of her skirt, his face stoic, his dark eyes riveted on her little face. “Abandonas?”

It was the biggest insult a man could have when making love and not concentrating.

“…”

Adán Rouco unbuckled his belt and unzipped his suit pants, “Looks like I’m not working hard enough.”

“…”

The man’s searing black eyes were distinctly cold, but paradoxically incredibly hot, the searing heat in them was going to melt her like a fire on a snowy night, the black pupils were so full of mesmerizing and deadly flavor that Estrella Berrocal could not look away from them.

Adán Rouco was sexy, like the lump in his throat that protruded from his pale neck, like his well-defined collarbone, like his chiseled chest, like his deep, magnetic voice, like his cool, clear gaze when he examined someone, or like the compulsion that emanated from his deep, dark eyes. … Nothing less, there was a sensuality and charm typical of a man, noble and arrogant, that made Estrella Berrocal dizzy.

The man lowered his head and kissed her hard on the lips and neck, as if punishing in disguise, marking one mark after another on the white, delicate skin that was uniquely his.

“Adán Rouco …”

A small, soft and somewhat pathetic voice, not knowing if it was pleading for mercy or if it was calling her unconsciously from emotion.

The man continued, but frowned and commanded, “Keep shouting.”

“… Adam.”

The man seemed satisfied and squeezed her whole body between his arms, taking complete possession of her.

The woman’s small, slender white hands scratched senselessly at his back, leaving finger marks.