Chapter 8

Santiago sat at his desk, his eyes scanning the contract in front of him. The room was quiet except for the ticking of the clock on the wall. The door suddenly opened but he didn’t look up. “Jessica, please I need some painkillers,” he said, reaching out for his laptop. “Jessica?”  He quickly looked up as soon as he recognized the voice. “Nina?” He said, his voice firm. What are you doing here?” She stepped in, her black heels clicking on the polished tiles. The door shut gently behind her. Her red lips curled into a small smile. “I missed you,” she said softly, walking slowly toward him. “I just wanted… a touch of you.” Santiago stood from his chair. “Nina, we talked about this.” But she didn’t stop. She reached for his chest, sliding her hands up his shirt. “Just for a minute,” she whispered, pressing her body close. “Please, I’ve been thinking about you all day.” His jaw tightened. For a moment, he didn’t move. He just stood there, helplessly staring at the she-devil about