Estre Berrocal, after having slept for a long time, turns over and walks over to the side of the bed and touches it, empty.


    Open your eyes… Is Adam Rouco still awake?


    The man had just returned from the studio and, seeing that she was a little dazed, lifted the sheets and got into bed, taking her in his arms.


    Probably because he had spent so much time in the studio in his pajamas, Adán Rouco’s arms were a little cold, but that didn’t stop Estre Berrocal from wanting to hug him, and as she snuggled into his cool arms, inhaling his pleasantly fresh, light masculine scent, she murmured, “What have you been doing?”


    Smelling his tobo, Estre Berrocal frowned: “Why have you been smoking in the middle of the night?”.


    Adán Rouco kissed her forehead and slipped one arm around her shoulders and the other around her waist. “I got hooked and went out on the balcony to smoke a couple of cigarettes.”


    It was a little strange to wake up in the middle of the night to smoke, but Adán Rouco’s tone was so casual that nothing was detectable, and Estre Berrocal threw her arms around his neck and whispered, “Smoking is bad for your health.”


    She sounded like a normal little woman, soft and gentle, very obedient and gentle.


    Adam Rouco’s heart dropped slightly and he looked at her, his gaze deep and dark, for a long moment before he finally said a faint “hmm,” his hand caressing the nape of her neck and squeezing her in his arms. “No more.”


    Estre Berrocal woke up and lost her sense of sleep, her index finger tracing circles on his chest, looking at the lump in his throat with dripping eyes.


    This small movement was insignificant, but her long eyshes fluttered and brushed the lump in her throat, and the man reached up and took her hand between his, “Star, what are you doing?”


    The lump in his throat slid up and down, his dark eyes narrowed as he looked down at the small woman in his arms.


    Estre Berrocal looked innocent, “I’m not doing anything, I just can’t sleep”.


    Adán Rouco stirred with her in his arms, his voice muffled and his eyes darkened. “If you can’t sleep, do something else.”


    The little woman in his arms clearly had not reacted to what he wanted to do and asked, somewhat curiously, “Do what?”


    “Doing what sex does.”


    “…”


    Adán Rouco had somehow removed her nightgown from her body, she was fresh and just wanted to crawl into his arms, Estre Berrocal murmured with a frown as her lips were gagged by him, “It’ste…”


    “Well, I got tired of doing it right at bedtime.”


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal did not know what sexuality was, when she was with Iván Martínez she was too young to resist it, and only epted kisses as ps, which technically were not even kisses, but with Adán Rouco she understood what sexuality was.


    She couldn’t see Adán Rouco’s heart, and she wasn’t sure if he was in love with her, or if it was just a physical need.


    But no matter, if he loves her or not, if he sees her as Analena Lozada, Estre Berrocal does not want to waste any more time trying to find out, because, in a short time, she will leave Adán Rouco.


    With this in mind, Estre Berrocal suddenly took the initiative, responding to the man, her soft lips kissed the bridge of his high nose, his thin lips, his chin … and when she reached the nub of his throat, she opened her mouth mischievously and nibbled gently.


    The man stifled a growl, hisrge hands strangling her waist and frowning as he whispered in her ear, “You don’t want to sleep, do you?”


    Estre Berrocal blinked, “I want to sleep, but with you…. Well…”


    Before she could finish her mocking words, she was gagged directly by Adán Rouco.


    The man kissed her hard on the lips, his breath slightlybored as he stared at her brimming red lips. “Were you so unreserved in love before?”


    Estre Berrocal red at him: “If you don’t do it, forget about it, I’m going to bed!


    She punched him a couple of times on the shoulder with her hands clenched into fists and was about to push him away when Adán Rouco kissed her, with an affectionate and dominating tone: “You will only be unbridled in front of me”.


    Estre Berrocal’s heart melted like ice cream, her lips curved into two light pearly circles, her slender arms tightened around his neck as she answered him, saying vaguely, “I will only be unrestrained in front of you…”


    …


    Estre Berrocal had never experimented with other men, but Adán Rouco had always been in demand in this area, and the men were especially persistent, Estre Berrocal often fainted from her torment, but tonight Adán Rouco, was extraordinarily gentle, patient and caring, it didn’t seem like he was making a mischief, Estre Berrocal even wanted him to go faster and heavier, but when she thought of the baby she was carrying in her belly, she resisted.


    I don’t know if it was the pregnancy, but Adán Rouco only hugged her once before she got a little tired.


    Estre Berrocal was too tired to lift a finger andy back on the bed while Adán Rouco wiped the difort between her legs.


    When the man got back under the covers, Estre Berrocal hid in his arms and buried her face in the crook of his neck, murmuring, “Apart from you, I’ve only ever been in love with Iván Martínez, but then I was too stubborn to care about the feelings of men and women. That’s probably why Iván Martínez was snatched away by Irene Guillén.”


    Adán Rouco looked at her and, at this exmation, half seriously, half jokingly, said: “Do you still seem to have some piety?This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.


    Estre Berrocal deliberately said, “Of course I do, if it weren’t for Irene Guillén, I’d probably be married to Iván Martínez by now!”


    As soon as the words left his mouth, arge hand hooked his waist, and the man looked genuinely displeased.


    Estre Berrocal raised her face and kissed the corner of his lips, saying quietly, “I could not have married Iván Martínez without Irene Guillén, and Iván Martínez would not have epted a bride who had been a surrogate for another man. ”


    Adán Rouco kissed her shoulder and moved his hand from her waist to her lower back, gently caressing the ce where she…


    Here, already, was his son.


    “Do you regret giving me a surrogate womb?”


    Estre Berrocal shook her head, her watery eyes sparkled as she gazed at his handsome face and said, word for word, “Good thing I waste to the party and gave you my best.”


    Thus, he owed him nothing, even if he had deceived and betrayed him.


    Adán Rouco’s heart trembled and he hugged the person he held in his arms a little more.


    When Estre Berrocal fell asleep in his arms, letting out long, even breaths, Adán Rouco kissed the center of her hair, his voice low and muffled: “Don’t leave me if you’re afraid you can’t, eh?”.


    It was as if he was asking the person in his arms or muttering to himself, his hand caressed his t belly for a long, long time without leaving it.


    …


    Early the next morning, Estre Berrocal had just arrived in Yawar when she received a message from Jonathan Tasis.


    “Come to my office.”


    Estre Berrocal didn’t even go to the design department and headed first to Jonathan Tasis’ office, carrying her purse.


    “President Jonathan, what did you want to see me about?”.


    “The chip you stole from the Rouco Group, it’s a fake.”


    Estre Berrocal’s watery eyes shook with force, “Impossible, I took it from Adán Rouco’s table … he …”


    Could it be that Adán Rouco had already suspected her?


    No, that was not right … If he had suspected her, why had he let her be near him?


    In a sh, Estre Berrocal’s chaotic thoughts seemed to understand something, but not …


    Jonathan Tasis hit the nail on the head: “Estre, you have been set up by Adán Rouco and now it seems that he doesn’t really love you at all”.


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