But Leonel didn’t budge. Instead, he grasped her chin and kissed her quickly, his expertise evident.
Alexis, unable to push him away, decided to just enjoy the kiss instead.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, their movements in sync, tasting each other.
After the kiss, Leonel rested his forehead against hers, his breath light.
“Alexis, let’s start over,” he whispered.
Angela’s Library
Alexis laughed, pushing him away.
She straightened her shirt and ran her fingers through her hair, amused.
“Leonel, have you lost your mind?” she asked.
Leonel’s gaze was intense.
“Are you serious about that boy?” he asked.
Alexis replied with indifference, “I’ve told you. It’s none of your business.”
She added, “You’re a good kisser, but it was just a kiss. Don’t read too much into it.”
Frustrated and feeling unable to communicate with him, Alexis opened the car door to leave.
Leonel caught her hand.
She looked at him calmly.
“Leonel, I talk to you out of respect for my parents. Don’t think it’s anything more. There are plenty of men out there. Don’t flatter yourself.”
He still wouldn’t let her leave.
Suddenly, someone approached the car with a hammer.
Bang!
The hammer left a huge dent in Leonel’s Porsche, triggering the alarm and drawing a crowd.
Leonel cursed softly as he got out of the car.
Alexis recognized the person with the hammer as Calvin Swain.
His face was partly hidden by a hat, and he had a bruise on his lip.
He swung the hammer again.