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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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."Yah, untuk menjadi adil, Anda tidur di sekitar dengan banyak perempuan." Dia mengangkat bahu dan tersenyum ketika ia berkata, berusaha bermain seluruh hal seperti itu seharusnya menjadi lelucon.Pada awalnya ia khawatir itu tidak berhasil, tetapi kemudian sudut Arturo's mulut ditarik di yang menyeringai sekarang akrab, salah satu yang membuatnya tampak hanya sekitar seratus kali lebih tampan daripada yang sebenarnya."Dan yang memiliki apa yang harus dilakukan dengan apa yang Anda katakan untuk Martina?"Kotoran."Apakah Anda cemburu?""Tidak!" Isla bentak, kemudian menutup mulutnya dengan cepat. Itu terlalu terlambat. Tanggapannya cepat, marah akan telah membuat dia terlihat seperti ia benar-benar cemburu.Tapi dia tidak. Dia tidak bisa.Arturo masih tersenyum padanya, masih mencari dia dengan cara itu yang membuat dia lemah, dia telah bergetar di perutnya, dan kehangatan antara kakinya adalah terkemuka. Mengapa ia harus melihat dirinya seperti itu?"Saya kira tidak masalah pada akhirnya toh."Isla berkedip. Keluar dari kabut nya nafsu. "I... semua benar. Jadi, apakah itu berarti aku diampuni?""Itu berarti bahwa tidak peduli."Isla tidak tahu apa yang harus dikatakan untuk itu. Tidak dalam sedikit.Arturo melihatnya. Isla tidak ingin dia melihat bagaimana malu dia adalah. Jika dia bisa, dia akan tenggelam ke lantai dan dari hadapan-Nya."Jangan cemberut," katanya. "Anda sedang bertindak seolah-olah itu benar-benar penting jika perasaan saya terluka."Dia menatap dia, terkejut. "Yah, itu semacam masalah, Anda tahu?"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.