Chapter 8

• Leandro, engulfed in anger, dialed his assistant's number as the woman was waiting for the call from her boss. As she put the phone to her ear, she heard the roar of the man.
• "Did you see her get into the Betancourt Family Vehicle?" Furious Leandro asked, his hazel eyes firmly fixed on the Crystal Room where they had made love the night before, his fists clenched tightly.
• "Sir, the Lady has left with Young Hugo Flores," the Assistant was grateful to be far away from Leandro at that precise moment, but she could feel his murderous aura taking over him even from the other side of the line. This would definitely be hell for Genesis tonight and tomorrow.
• "Repeat what you just said," Leandro murmured with a disturbing and murderous tone, but the assistant did not want to repeat her words. "If you don't speak in the next damn seconds, rest assured that I will deduct your entire salary for this month and I won't change my mind, you know me perfectly well."
• "Your wife left with Hugo Flores since you danced with Miss Giselle, but I don't know where, I can't leave you alone and go after the lady, besides you were very well accompanied, I didn't know if you would be interested or if you wanted me to follow the lady."
• "I'm going to deduct your entire salary for this month and the next, find Genesis immediately, it's an order and if you don't do it, forget about your job, you're not qualified to be my assistant if you can't find my wife," the call had ended, the small Assistant was trembling at her boss's words, aware that Leandro Betancourt would keep his word, and he didn't need anything else to do it, he was the most powerful man in Spain. She also didn't understand how Genesis could tempt him in this way, but she also didn't understand her boss. Everyone knows that Gisele is the love of his life, but she also remembers that men are the type who just need to have a lover, not women.
• After that thought, she had immediately moved Heaven and Earth to find the President's wife. Of course, being Leandro Betancourt's Assistant had its advantages. The woman let out a sigh when she found Genesis's whereabouts sooner than expected. Her hands were still sweaty, but she had found the President's wife.
• Leandro decided to go down to the garden, where the moonlight focused on him. His hands caressed the stone carved by his father, the place covered with Bleeding Heart flowers, representing love and passionate romance, but also associated with a broken heart. The soft fragrance of smoke from the cigar was perceived. The man looked lonely until his cell phone rang, bringing him back to reality.
• "Where is my wife?" the man asked with total coldness, knowing perfectly well without looking at the caller ID that it was his assistant.
• "Ultra Fest Disco," were the assistant's words. Leandro ended the call without waiting for any other word, and 1 minute later, the Lamborghini raced through the streets of Madrid.
• The vehicle stopped in front of the Disco, but took a secret shortcut to the parking lot. Then, the tall and imposing male figure, wearing only a blue shirt without his jacket, got out of the car, and his bodyguard immediately took the keys.
• Ultra Fest Disco, Leandro Betancourt's secret investment. The man headed to the control room, where all the surveillance cameras were at his disposal.
• Inside the disco, his wife was dancing with Hugo and Ana with another young man, tequila shots going back and forth. "I need to take a break," Genesis said between gasps, exhausted from the dancing.
• "You need it," Hugo placed his hands on her waist, but the woman moved away to one of the pubs. The urge to vomit hit her, so she ran to the bathroom without saying anything else.
• "Miss, the bathroom is not there." Genesis frowned, but she didn't have time to argue with the man who had crossed her path, the woman passed through two doors, the second one giving her access to the bathroom.
• When the beautiful young woman came out, she found herself in a dark room. "Are you having a good time?" a slightly deeper voice was heard, Genesis, with her drunkenness, couldn't distinguish that voice well. In fact, when she tried to investigate further to find the person who was speaking, she couldn't see anything at all, everything was dark and she was dizzy, or rather very drunk.
• "Who are you?" The woman managed to articulate those words to ask that question, although she did so clumsily.
• "Someone very special, why don't you have a drink with me." The man was still out of the woman's field of vision, but a glass had collided with her chest. "if you don't drink, I'll be angry with you."
• "I don't care, I don't even know you, besides, I'm married, so let me go, my husband has a weird fetish about someone touching his wife." Genesis pouted as she pushed the drink away from her.
• "And who is your husband?" The mysterious man smiled, but still remained behind her, his voice was hoarse and seemed forced.
• "Do you really want to know?" Genesis tried to turn around, but the man's hands kept her in place, exerting a lot of force on her.
• "Don't move." She was close to falling. "What would your husband say if he saw you in a nightclub with a man who isn't him?" Genesis, in her unconsciousness, also thought about that.
• She is aware that her husband does not have feelings for her, but his male ego cannot be shattered, the man is capable of killing her for giving him bigger horns than those of a bull, and that thought terrifies her.
• "Oh, Leandro will turn you into ashes." Genesis smirked mockingly, her cheeks were very red and her blue eyes very bright.
• "So Leandro is your husband's name."
• "Yes, Leandro Betancourt." The grip on her arm moved to her waist, that caress destabilized her, although she wanted to move away.
• "If you drink the drink, I'll let you go, I feel very lonely tonight, besides, I respect Leandro Betancourt a lot, I wouldn't lay a hand on his wife, come have a drink with me." the drink was placed before her again and Genesis drank it, although her eyes were slightly open, she was already falling into drowsiness and drunkenness condemned her.
• A few minutes later, the heat had begun to take over her body, which was placed on the bed in that room, her body was sweaty, she had started to moan, the heat was overwhelming and she didn't know how to extinguish that sensation.
• "So you're married, little fairy." The man seemed to speak mockingly. "It seems you need help." the man's hands roamed her body over her dress, she reacted to the caresses.
• "Take it off, take off this heat sensation." her face was even redder and she wanted to get rid of the dress, she needed to calm that strange sensation in her body.
• Seconds later, she was naked, her pleas were heard and her body was invaded by the male member, the body positioned above her penetrated her with such force, her nails scratched the male's back with each thrust.
• Her small body received with so much excitement the thrusts of that man, she needed the penetration to be deeper, the erect male member encompassed every inch of her cavity, each thrust was pleasurable and painful for her, frantic movements that increased, she moved in time with the man who was taking her body in a wild manner.
• The next day, Genesis had a strong headache, she slowly opened her eyes, but she couldn't even open them properly, however, when she finally did so, she realized that the walls did not correspond to the walls of Leandro's Mansion, but all her thoughts were cut short when she heard someone calling her name.
• "Genesis Sousa." That voice sent shivers down her spine, the woman's heartbeats quickened. When she sat up in bed, she realized she was naked. With the sunlight streaming in through the curtains, she could make out her husband's charming yet devilish face in the room. There was only one word to describe him at that moment, Leandro Betancourt was furious.