The ride in the back of Arturo’s lu

The ride in the back of Arturo’s luxurious limo, with his heated leather seats, soft music, and the champagne, was awkward and silent.
Isla felt like she was fourteen all over again, being dragged back home after getting caught sneaking out with a boy.
She was sitting pretty much the same way. Her knees pressed together, hands on her thighs, and head down as she tried to look as small as humanly possible.
She wished Arturo would say something to her instead of staring out the tinted window with his champagne flute in one hand and his chin in the other.
Isla opened her mouth no less than ten times, thinking of all the ways she could tell this man that she was very sorry, but nothing was coming out. She was stuck. Stuck because she was an idiot who had to open her big mouth.
She hadn’t even meant those things. Not really. They were all true, but she’d been angry and hadn’t meant to sound so harsh.
It had to hurt, hearing someone else describe him and his family like that.
Or be incredibly irritating.
Isla thought over and over again about what Arturo must think of her and what a horrible person she must be, that it didn’t even occur to her that he might want to cancel their contract because of this.
When that scary as hell thought flitted through her head, Isla nearly stopped breathing.
Oh, shit. Oh, God. What if he canceled her contract? What if this date was now just a charade that he had to put up with because there was no one else to go with him?
No, that didn’t make sense. Arturo would always have someone on his arm if he wanted it. He might just be taking her to… wherever it was they were going, because he’d told someone else that she would be his date. That seemed to make sense.
Kind of.
But who would matter enough that he wouldn’t just dump her and find someone else anyway?
Maybe she was just putting too much thought into this. Maybe she needed to hurry up and say something before the limo stopped and they were in public and unable to speak at all.
“Arturo, I’m really very sorry.” His dark eyes snapped over in her direction. She nearly froze, but continued, “I wasn’t trying to say those things like that. Martina asked me not to hurt you, and I got… really angry.”
She wasn’t about to use the word offended. That would imply her feelings mattered in this situation enough to get angry. Her feelings didn’t matter right now. Not in the least.
Arturo still said nothing. He was just looking at her.
She had to take in another deep breath. Her heart was pounding and everything from her body to the atmosphere around her was tense. “I didn’t want to… I wasn’t trying to hurt you by saying those things, and I wasn’t trying to say anything against your mother either.”
Arturo’s face remained impassive and stony. “But you meant what you said?”
He got her there. Isla nearly answered him that one with another apology and a denial, but then snapped her mouth shut before anything could be said. If she said no to that, he would know she was lying.
“Well, to be fair, you do sleep around with a lot of women.” She shrugged and smiled as she said this, trying to play the entire thing off like it was supposed to be a joke.
At first she worried it didn’t work, but then the corner of Arturo’s mouth pulled up in that now familiar smirk, the one that made him look only about a hundred times more handsome than he actually was.
“And that has what to do with what you were saying to Martina?”
Shit.
“Are you jealous?”
“No!” Isla snapped, then closed her mouth quickly. It was too late. Her quick, angry response would’ve made her look like she really was jealous.
But she wasn’t. She couldn’t be.
Arturo was still smiling at her, still looking at her in that way that made her weak, She had a flutter in her stomach, and the warmth between her legs was prominent. Why did he have to look at her like that?
“I suppose it doesn’t matter in the end anyway.”
Isla blinked. Coming out of her haze of lust. “I… all right. So, does that mean I’m forgiven?”
“It means that it doesn’t matter.”
Isla didn’t know what to say to that. Not in the least.
Arturo watched her. Isla didn’t want him seeing how embarrassed she was. If she could, she’d sink into the floor and out of his sight.
“Don’t pout,” he said. “You’re acting as if it actually matters if my feelings were hurt.”
She stared at him, shocked. “Well, it kind of does matter, you know?”
He lifted a brow at her, but he said nothing else.
Isla looked away again. What was she defending him for? He clearly didn’t need it.
She stared out the window, her shoulders bunched up, her body tense. Arturo sighed. “Relax, you’re not the first person to say something negative about me.”
She figured that much, but she still didn’t like being the one to say anything negative about him.
She’d hit him and his brother once each in the short amount of time she’d been around them, and Arturo had caught her talking so carelessly about his family. Isla never knew she had it in her to be like that.

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Perjalanan di belakang limusin mewah Arturo's, jok kulit dipanaskan nya, musik lembut dan sampanye, yang canggung dan diam.Isla merasa seperti dia berusia empat belas tahun seluruh lagi, diseret kembali ke rumah setelah tertangkap menyelinap keluar dengan anak laki-laki.Dia duduk cukup banyak cara yang sama. Dia lutut ditekan bersama-sama, tangan pada paha, dan kepala turun saat dia mencoba untuk melihat kecil sebanyak mungkin secara manusiawi.Ia berharap Arturo akan mengatakan sesuatu kepadanya daripada menatap keluar jendela berwarna dengan seruling sampanye di satu sisi dan dagu yang lain.Isla membuka mulutnya tidak kurang dari sepuluh kali, memikirkan semua cara yang dia bisa memberitahu orang ini bahwa dia sangat menyesal, tapi tidak ada yang keluar. Ia terjebak. Terjebak karena dia idiot yang harus membuka mulut besar.Dia bahkan tidak berarti hal-hal. Tidak benar-benar. Mereka semua benar, tapi dia telah marah dan tidak dimaksudkan untuk terdengar begitu keras.Itu menyakiti, mendengar orang lain menggambarkan dirinya dan keluarganya seperti itu.Atau menjadi sangat menjengkelkan.Isla berpikir lebih dan lebih dari sekali lagi tentang apa yang harus berpikir Arturo nya dan apa orang yang mengerikan ia harus, bahwa hal itu tidak bahkan terjadi padanya bahwa dia mungkin ingin membatalkan kontrak mereka karena ini.Ketika itu menakutkan seperti neraka pemikiran flitted melalui kepalanya, Isla hampir berhenti bernapas.Oh, kotoran. Oh, Allah. Bagaimana jika ia membatalkan kontrak nya? Bagaimana jika tanggal ini sekarang adalah hanya palsu bahwa ia telah memasang dengan karena tidak ada orang lain untuk pergi bersamanya?No, that didn’t make sense. Arturo would always have someone on his arm if he wanted it. He might just be taking her to… wherever it was they were going, because he’d told someone else that she would be his date. That seemed to make sense.Kind of.But who would matter enough that he wouldn’t just dump her and find someone else anyway?Maybe she was just putting too much thought into this. Maybe she needed to hurry up and say something before the limo stopped and they were in public and unable to speak at all.“Arturo, I’m really very sorry.” His dark eyes snapped over in her direction. She nearly froze, but continued, “I wasn’t trying to say those things like that. Martina asked me not to hurt you, and I got… really angry.”She wasn’t about to use the word offended. That would imply her feelings mattered in this situation enough to get angry. Her feelings didn’t matter right now. Not in the least.Arturo still said nothing. He was just looking at her.She had to take in another deep breath. Her heart was pounding and everything from her body to the atmosphere around her was tense. “I didn’t want to… I wasn’t trying to hurt you by saying those things, and I wasn’t trying to say anything against your mother either.”Arturo’s face remained impassive and stony. “But you meant what you said?”He got her there. Isla nearly answered him that one with another apology and a denial, but then snapped her mouth shut before anything could be said. If she said no to that, he would know she was lying.“Well, to be fair, you do sleep around with a lot of women.” She shrugged and smiled as she said this, trying to play the entire thing off like it was supposed to be a joke.At first she worried it didn’t work, but then the corner of Arturo’s mouth pulled up in that now familiar smirk, the one that made him look only about a hundred times more handsome than he actually was.“And that has what to do with what you were saying to Martina?”Shit.“Are you jealous?”“No!” Isla snapped, then closed her mouth quickly. It was too late. Her quick, angry response would’ve made her look like she really was jealous.But she wasn’t. She couldn’t be.Arturo was still smiling at her, still looking at her in that way that made her weak, She had a flutter in her stomach, and the warmth between her legs was prominent. Why did he have to look at her like that?“I suppose it doesn’t matter in the end anyway.”Isla blinked. Coming out of her haze of lust. “I… all right. So, does that mean I’m forgiven?”“It means that it doesn’t matter.”Isla didn’t know what to say to that. Not in the least.Arturo watched her. Isla didn’t want him seeing how embarrassed she was. If she could, she’d sink into the floor and out of his sight.“Don’t pout,” he said. “You’re acting as if it actually matters if my feelings were hurt.”She stared at him, shocked. “Well, it kind of does matter, you know?”He lifted a brow at her, but he said nothing else.Isla looked away again. What was she defending him for? He clearly didn’t need it.She stared out the window, her shoulders bunched up, her body tense. Arturo sighed. “Relax, you’re not the first person to say something negative about me.”She figured that much, but she still didn’t like being the one to say anything negative about him.She’d hit him and his brother once each in the short amount of time she’d been around them, and Arturo had caught her talking so carelessly about his family. Isla never knew she had it in her to be like that.