CHAPTER THREE

I shivered at his deep husky voice still making an appearance even in a whisper. 

How is it that I still have butterflies at his touch? How is that possible? 

How is it possible for me to still feel anything for this man standing in front of me when he is acting like this? So impulsive. 

Even in a time like this, when he's so intimidating I still care for him. I still Love him and that scared the living hell out of me. 

With Lucien's last words he let go of my arms turning swiftly as he stormed out of the room without so much as a glance back at me.

The door slammed shut,  I slid down the wall to the floor shakily, not being able to hold myself up any longer nor hold back my tears as I broke, My tears flowing freely and my sobs escaping loudly. 

What have I done? Oh María what have you done?

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I reluctantly Decided it's time to get out of bed. It's about Seven in the morning and I have a meeting and a shit ton of paperwork to do. 

My room is pretty large With white walls and dark wooden floors.

I have a king-size white bed that lay in the middle of the room it's headboard leant against the back wall. 

My bedding is mocha coloured the same as my lamps and curtains. 

A white door on the right that led to my bathroom and a walk in wardrobe to the left of my room was large yes but it was simple. 

My favourite part of the room is the large window seat with mocha coloured cushions and blankets. A small book shelf with all my favourite books on was placed to the right of the window for easy access. 

I lazily dragged my feet across my room to my bathroom, making a start on my morning routine. 

I brushed my teeth and took a quick shower. Once I had finished cleaning my body and washing my hair I hopped out drying my body and hair with a towel. 

With my dark brown hair still damp I tied it up into a bun. I have naturally tanned smooth skin so I don't need to put much makeup on. 

Adding a light touch of black mascara to my eyelashes in hopes to give some volume to my green eyes, I then applied a red lipstick to my lips. 

The lipstick made my beauty mark to the left of my lips stand out. I made my way to my closet.

I don't usually over dress but Today the guys are holding a meeting with their men. 

Being the sister of two of the bosses it means I also have to attend. 

I'm not sure why though since they won't let me get involved other than sorting through paperwork for them.

 So I'm clueless as to why I have to attend these things knowing full well I will over hear things that I shouldn't nor would want to hear. 

I decided to be a little risky wearing  a low cut blouse and a black above the knee length skirt. Everything that should be covered is still covered. 

I strapped my gun to my left thigh, high enough that it's not visible. 

I hated carrying this thing, It's heavy and irritating at that, But all four of the guys insist that I carry it at all times. 

It's so uncomfortable it's crazy But I guess you get used to it after a while. 

I pulled the hair tie releasing my hair from Its bun, My loose curls falling in natural waves as I lightly rake my fingers through it, In hopes of evening my hair out. 

It's still a little damp but it will dry soon enough.

Taking one last glance at myself in the mirror I smiled at my reflection, I'm ready to leave.  I slipped my feet into my black stilettos before swinging my door open and heading down the stairs.

The mansion consists of a ground floor and three levels going up. 

Two floors of bedrooms and a rooftop balcony above. 

The top floor of bedrooms is only for me and the guys and the other floor for their men and workers. 

I had to walk down two flights of stairs and I'm telling you now that's a killer in these heels that's for sure. 

The ground floor consists of a kitchen. 

A living room. 

A huge conference room. A gym and the offices. All four guys have an office each including me. 

We have a basement on the floor below ground. It has cell's and I'm not sure what else, I have never got the chance to see it. I'm never allowed to go down there. 

I tried to go down once to be nosey I guess but Lorenzo caught me. 

Just my luck He opened the basement door just as I put my hand on the handle to open it. Was he mad or angry at my snooping? No not at all, he completely fucking freaked out. 

I sighed releasing a heavy breath of air out as I took my last step of the stairs. 

As I did so I heard a wolf whistle, I snapped my head up to see Lucien standing there with his suit on, his white shirt had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. 

He was hot. He really was a beautiful man. 

His shirt wasn't fully buttoned and revealed his muscular tattooed chest. I'd be lying if I said I didn't love the sight as I drank in the sight of His tattoos that travelled across the skin of his neck and around his ears right up to his hairline. 

Lord He was so handsome. 

He made me dizzy just looking at him. 

My checks are definitely the colour of a tomato right now. 

God what is he doing to me? I'm a mess just in his presence.