AnnaSophia Robb as Damiana Vega

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Fighting Temptation: Capítulo Due

"What in tarnation?" I grumbled as I entered the locker room on a day of having woke up late for work. "Lucky for you, Harrison is occupied with something else today." My cousin Alejandro walked up to me, clipboard in hand. "Otherwise, he would chew your ass out about being late again because you're head doctor." There was a smirk on his face and I scowled. "Jump off of a cliff please."

I was annoyed by the lack of parking this morning. Someone had the audacity to bring a limo to a fucking hospital, and then it was hard to get in because there was so many men and security guarding the doors and it was pissing me off. "What's going on today, ya know?" I took off my hoodie, placing it into my locket as I took out my lab coat. "A little bit." Alejandro shrugged before continuing. "Dr. Harrison wants us in the big meeting room on level 12 for a meeting." I tilted my head, knowing that it had to be something important because level 12 was only reserved for the big whig companies. "Just whose ass are we kissing up to this time?" I cracked my hands, slipping on my coat. "Dunno." Alejandro said.

"It must be somebody of importance because not even Harrison would go through the trouble to reserve level 12." I had to agree with that. It's most likely someone who has a lot of money, someone with a high enough status to trump the president, someone who has enough power to take over this entire country, someone who Dr. Harrison found extremely valuable.

"When is it?" I grimaced as pain shot up my spine. Obviously, my ass was still hurting and the bruises all over my body were still throbbing. "In like 20 minutes." Alejandro stated before peering into my face. "Who did you fuck?" He asked with a stifle of his laugh. "Damn, they really did a number on you." He guffawed, finding amusement in my pain. "Look at all those fucking marks." He stared closer at my neck and I smacked his approaching hands away. "Get your nasty paws away." I glared, feeling put on the spot.

"Okay, fucker." Alejandro laughed before slamming my locker, putting an arm over my shoulder. I went to go speak but my phone vibrated in my pocket, signalling I had a text so I pulled it out, annoyance cursing through me.

Pops wants to know where you were last night. Just an FYI. -Damiana

I let out a sigh, wondering why my father Raymundo was still on my case. He obviously has some deep rooted reason as to why he wants to continue this stupid mafia because uncle Ramone already let his part to the ashes. 

Tell him I was out with my friend. Why does it matter anyway, Josefina? -Ramiro

I placed my phone back into my pocket, feeling resentment growing in the pit of my stomach. My father always found a way to ruin my day at the place I enjoyed being at, the one place I always wanted to be, the place I loved helping people. 

"I heard," Alejandro broke the silence and brought my attention to him. "That the person we're meeting today is some sort of business mogul. He seems to have a lot of money." I looked at him incredulously. "Ya think?" I snorted. Whoever this person was, they obviously were rich by the sheer, slick black limo out front with the studded rims on all wheels and they obviously were someone important because no one needs like 40 bodyguards. 

It's excessive.

"Come on." Alejandro pushed me onto the elevator, hitting the button to 12. "I hope this meeting isn't long. I want to eat." I complained, loving the glass view of the outdoors. "Yeah. Me too." My cousin replied as the elevator stopped on the designated floor. "Vega! Over here!" I heard my name being called and I turned to see Arabella sitting down in the middle of the long conference table in the room. "Hey." We hurried up to sit down next to her, leaving an empty seat for our other friend. "Is the important person here yet?" I tilted my head and she shook her head. "Nah, just us and some other people." She finished and I went to place my head on the table, ignoring the feeling that was telling to me pay attention.

"Damn." I heard Arabella let out a soft moan and I peeked up a bit and holy fucking shit. I could feel my lips tingling for need as the Adonis strapped down in a navy blue Calvin Klein suit with black dress shoes, his hair tousled over his eyes as he entered the room with a commanding and domineering presence. I could feel my dick twitching and I silently berated myself. I watched as he sat down in the chair in the corner, not looking at anyone. 

My blood pulsated beneath the skin and I could feel my body yearning. I could feel my cheeks flushing red as memories from last night flashed through my mind. He looked even more attractive than he did last night and I could feel my bisexuality merging into the gayness. The hickey apparent on my neck was so large, so dark and it was clear that it would take forever to leave. This addiction I felt, it was going to be hard to control now that I saw him again and not even a day? What the hell? What was he doing here? Was he the man of the hour?

"Valentin..." 

I hitched a breath as I closed my eyes, willing myself not to think of last night. It was the best night of my twenty one years of life, I had to admit, and I was a little scared that this man ruined me for anyone else. "The hell is wrong with you?" My friend Vincent Taylor came up to me, running a hand through his blonde hair as he raised a brow as my crouched stature. "Wow, Vin." I scowled. "I'm in the process of dying." I placed a hand on my chest and began to wheeze for effect. Hook, line and sinker. 

"Yea, so?" He shrugged and I growled at him. Some friend he is. Am I the only one who is internally screeching right now? I sighed, willing myself to calm down. He hasn't noticed me yet and I had to think Vincent's tall stature for that. I wouldn't know what to do if he saw me here. "Yea, who am I kidding?" I chuckled humorlessly to myself. I'd probably fling myself off of the nearest cliff. "Good." A voice spoke as all of the 50 main employees gathered into the room. "You're all here." Dr. Maximilian Harrison strutted into the room, his salt and pepper hair glossed back with gel and his tanned skin glistening so unhumanly as he stood in the center of the room.

"Hello, all." He said in a cool voice as we all greeted him back as expected. "Today, I've called you in to let you all know there will be some becoming changes." He began and I narrowed my eyes, trying to inconspicuous yet present at the same time so Dr. Harrison wouldn't call me out because, fuck I'm dead if that man sitting in the corner catches wind of me. "If some of you do not know, I have to take a period of leave and I'm not sure how long it will be." Maximilian sighed. "And do not ask me why because I will not tell you." He grunted but I knew it was something extremely serious because Dr. Harrison never ran when the going got tough.

What really plagued my mind was the fact that this alluring Adonis was in the corner of the conference room, a look of indifference sat on his face and an aura of mystery wrapped around him. He didn't utter a word, not one and while it should have annoyed me to my core, I was deeply intrigued, more so than I already was.

God damn this man and the power of his penis. 

"So who will be overseeing us?" A woman across from me asked and I nodded secretly in agreement. "Well, other than your superior, Ramiro," I stiffened a bit, hoping the man didn't follow Harrison's eyes and thank hell, he didn't. "This gentleman here will." Dr. Harrison gestured over to him and the man all but nodded to us, not giving us the satisfaction of those hot eyes. I could hear the murmurs of girls talking about how fine he was, and how sexy he seemed to be just being so quiet and I was just agreeing mentally.

Yea, I would know how sexy he was.

"Who is he?" Arabella questioned in my ear and I shrugged. "Who knows?" Alejandro grumbled, obviously tired and cranky. I secretly wanted to know because who the fuck is the man and why is he so dangerously attractive? "I expect you all to be on your best behavior, doing your all and your best job so he doesn't have to tell you what to do." Hopefully that meant he wouldn't show up at all and just leave the overseeing to me. I did my job enough as it is.

"How long will you be gone?" Another person asked and Dr. Harrison shrugged. "It's up to him." He pointed to the man of mystery and we all narrowed our eyes in confusion. Just what did he mean by that? Whatever it was, I needed him to get it done so he can get the fuck out of here. His gratifying presence was making me unsettled and obviously hot.

"He will come and he will watch you all do your tasks but he will not help you as you all should know your jobs by now." Maximilian stated, looking us all in the eye. "If you have any questions regarding your tasks somehow, report to your supervisor." He said and everyone nodded, seemingly knowing to just come to me if anything occurred. "I want you all to treat this man with respect, more than you have ever given anyone in your life." I looked at this dude like he just turned into a fucking elf. 

Me, respect someone? Like fucking hell.

"That'll be hard for you, Ramiro." Arabella said under her breath and I fought the urge to glare like a madman. The only people in my life that demanded my respect greatly would be Derek, Raymundo and Damiana and my family members. Everyone else could fuck off. "He will only talk to the reporting supervisor and be a stand in for me." Harrison was finishing up his conference and I wanted to die. I hope he didn't mean that I had to talk to this man everyday. How was I going to do that without sporting my erection?

The problems I had.

"Do not cause trouble for him. Any questions before we depart?" Dr. Harrison looked around the room and I was planning to bolt the second he declared break. "No?" He shrugged before putting his hand in his pocket as he turned to the door, getting ready to exit. "You all may leave." I stood up so quick, hiding my face as I went to escape this feeling of anxiety. 

"Wait, Ramiro!" A hand reached to halt my run to freedom and I looked back to see painted nails digging into my forearm. "Huh? What, Ara?" I was mentally crying, watching everyone exit the room quickly with the talk of food in the cafeteria and if I didn't leave in two seconds, I was dead meat. "Hold on." She had a death grip on me and my heart began to beat as she opened her mouth, obviously intending to talk to the man of the hour as he packed up his briefcase. No. No. No, don't do it, please.

"Oh, sir!" I heard Arabella call out and I internally winced as he flashed those hazel eyes on me, calm realization flashing through them. He nodded to her without taking his eyes off of of me, a sinful smirk crossing those lips of his and god, I needed some water and I needed it now. Was it just me, or was it hot in here? I began to pant as the sight of his eyes raking my body, feeling that familiar pounding into my ass. "I'm Arabella Jacobson, underling to him." She pointed to me and I noticed a look of curiosity in those sexy orbs of his. "What's your name?" Arabella asked for future reference, oblivious to the obvious tension staining the air. The man all but ran a hand through his hair, licking that lip of his before looking deep into my eyes like no one else existed.

Then, in that sexy, deep voice laced with that underlying rasp of some exotic accent, one that could make men, women and roaches drop to their knees, he uttered the name I've been hearing from my father for the last two years, the same name that my heart shouldn't be throbbing to, the name that made me wet with wonder, the same name of the man who brought me down to the brink of exhaustion the night before, the man I couldn't help but want to be under. 

"Dr. Antonio Esposito."