The Spanish Love Deception (Spanish Love Deception, #1)

by Elena Armas

“Uno no come donde caga.”

“How about because he told our boss that he would rather work with anyone else in InTech?

Sounds like he has a crush

“And if I am interested in someone, I make myself heard. I will find a way for her to know. Sooner or later, she’ll know.”

the only thing I could focus on, think of, care about was Aaron’s unexpected and glorious smile and laughter. So much that my fingers itched to pull out my phone and snap a photo so I had proof that this had happened. So I could revisit the moment—in which Aaron Blackford, someone who had the power to irritate me with nothing but a word, had fucking lit up the place with a smile he had kept locked up from me ever since I met him—whenever I wanted.

This lady was after Aaron. And I wasn’t going to let her get my Aaron— Not mine, I corrected myself. Just Aaron.

“This is not you going back on your word, Aaron. It’s me releasing you from it.”

I had never been baby to anyone. And judging by the quick flutter in my stomach, I had kind of liked it.

November 22—”

Sag bb

“Good girl. Keep them closed.”

“If you were mine, you’d crave this.”

Aaron left soft kisses everywhere he stopped, turning me inside out.

But this time, he kept our linked hands right where they were—on the top of my thigh. As if he was trying to tell me that this way—with them below the table, hidden from everyone else—meant that this was just for us. Not a part of the charade.

“You are all that, Catalina. You are light. And passion. Your laughter alone can lift my mood and effortlessly turn my day around in a matter of seconds. Even when it’s not aimed at me. You… can light up entire rooms, Catalina.

“You feel complete in my arms. You feel like my home.”

What a big, dumb, foolish idiot I had been to even question that my eyes wouldn’t be drawn to Aaron Blackford in a matter of seconds.

Again, that grin. Only for me. What a lucky bitch I was.

And wasn’t that part of the mystery of life? Part of what made it breathtakingly exciting? Unexpectedly beautiful? We couldn’t control and tame emotions to our convenience.

we were just seeing each other after a long time. And, God, why did it feel so much like we were? Like I was finally here. Finally coming home.

“I’m thinking that you want me to kiss you.”

Aaron’s lips were on mine.

“I’ll give you the world,” he said against my mouth. “The moon. The fucking stars. Anything you ask, it’s yours. I’m yours.”

I wanted to stay right here forever—with Aaron on his knees and my body wrapped around him. With his lips against mine. His hands in my hair.

I’d rather have you hating me than not have you at all.”

“I wasn’t pretending, Catalina. Not for a minute. It was all real for me.

You are worth all that trouble. You are worth walking through a fucking fire for.

“How is it possible that it feels like you are breaking my heart, and I haven’t even had you yet?”

as long as I had him, my life-altering moment would never be a measurement of time.

I was right here. And if he let me, I could take care of him.

“With how every single time you laugh, I want to throw you over my shoulder and run somewhere I can covet that sound just for myself.”

“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere, not because I believe that we can somehow be together now, but because I can’t conceive of being anywhere else but beside you.”

Blaming yourself now is not going to change the past; it’s only going to take away energy that you should be spending in the present.

“This is the woman I plan on spending the rest of my life with. I’m not letting go of her anytime soon.”