**LATIN BEST SELLER BOOK**
--- IN ENGLISH NOW ---
Sarah changed. Now she wants to be a better person. She just wants to leave the past behind and her new priorities are doesn't get in problems, work hard and try to be nice. But when she tries to ge...
I get some old comfortable jeans, a white T-shirt, and black ballerinas. Without makeup today. I wear my new watch and hear a beep from the cell phone. One e-mail alert.
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That's great.
I never thought I would be able to arrange a photo shoot that soon. The faster I finish this campaign, the faster I can say goodbye to Abil Farhad. Tomorrow will I have a meeting with the partners of the gym where I will clarify everything, and then I can set all up for the photo shoot with the models. I reply to the e-mail, set the details with Eric, and put the cell phone in my pocket. I need to tell Sam I'm not going to have lunch at home. I leave the room, ready to wake up Mr. Sleepyhead, but I find the Blue Room empty. I go to the living room and look at the kitchen, but everything is silent and well lit by the morning sun. I wonder where he could be. I don't remember if he let me know about anything yesterday. Silence, that for so long has been held familiar to this apartment, already disturbs me.
Oh, Sam, what have you done to me?
I remember that I have to inform the models about the photo shoot. Do I still have enough time? 11:27 AM, displays my wristwatch. I get the cell phone in my pocket and slide the finger on my display, looking for any male model number. I put the device on my ear, and it starts calling in a rhythm that it was not following the short time l have. Come on, answer.
The apartment bell is so loud that I stumble on the carpet when I turn towards the door. Has Sam lost his keys? I walk to the door, and I look through the peephole. It sends me chills down my body what I see through it.
What the fuck!
What is he doing here?
Thomas Mai is on the other side the door, and I try to remember breathing to don't faint for no oxygen. I pretend to ignore the numbing feeling taking over my body, and I check the time. I'm not late. I get my lungs full of air, and I exile slowly. I can't believe it. I unlock the door and open it, just ready to ask for an explanation, but I get speechless when I see Thomas in a black suit, stood next to the doorsill. His white shirt contrasts with his black tie and the blazer, that is perfectly designed to his athletic body. He is irresistibly hot.
He stares at me with his shiny black eyes, and he doesn't seem to understand why I'm making a surprised face.
"Hello," a voice answers the calling on the phone.
I don't know what was going on, but I thought I answered to the voice, then I realized I did not because my mouth does not make any sound.
"Hello?" The voice insists.
"Hi!" I answer, recovering from my facial paralysis. "Daniel?"
