Todos los capítulos de Just Say Yes: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I grabbed my things and stood up. I needed to clear my head, and Diego, as always, had a way of making that easier.I headed downstairs and spotted him leaning against a shiny new BMW. I never understood how he pulled it off. He wasn’t rich—at least, not on paper—but he’d always lived surrounded by that kind of flash. Even back in college, it had been the same.“Came all the way here just to show off?” I teased.The idiot pulled me into a hug and planted a quick kiss on my cheek.“Not happy to see me?” he shot back, grinning.I was. God, I was. I just wanted a little of that luck to rub off on me too.“With the kind of money I need right now, you could at least tell me where you found that gold mine,” I said, keeping my tone light… even if I wasn’t entirely joking.He gave me a strange look—there and gone so fast I almost missed it. For a second, it felt like he’d carefully chosen his next words.We climbed into the car and fell into easy conversation about nothing important. For a fe

We pulled up in front of a private club.The place instantly set off every warning bell I had.Diego greeted the bouncers at the door like old friends—too comfortable, too familiar—and we walked straight in. The club wasn’t open yet. A few staff members moved around the main floor, adjusting lights, setting tables, and preparing everything for the night ahead.Young guys and girls dressed as waitstaff drifted through the space, each focused on their tasks like it was just another ordinary shift.We headed directly to a room in the back.Diego knocked on the polished wooden door, and a smooth feminine voice invited us in.Inside, behind an immaculately organized desk, sat a stunning blonde woman. She rose the moment she saw us, and I got a better look at her. She wore a tight dress that clung to every curve, the generous neckline leaving very little to the imagination—deliberate, calculated.Her body was the kind that made people stare.“Ágata, this is the guy I told you about,” Diego

I said goodbye to Diego with a tired wave and headed home.The apartment was quiet when I arrived. My mother was already sleeping peacefully in her room. I paused in the doorway for a moment, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. The sight brought a quiet wave of relief… and a new, heavier weight pressing down on my ribs.I took a fast shower, letting the hot water scrub away the smell of alcohol and someone else’s cologne. The second my head hit the pillow, exhaustion pulled me under like a tide.If every night is like this… maybe I really can handle it.That was my last thought before everything went dark.The alarm went off far too soon. Only a handful of hours’ sleep. My body protested, heavy and aching, as I dragged myself out of bed. I stepped straight into another shower, turning the water as hot as I could stand, letting it pound against my shoulders. I wished it could wash away more than just the fatigue—the growing feeling that I was slipping into something that didn

Since I had the evening free, I already knew where I was going.The club was private, discreet, and predictable. Exactly the way I liked it.Everything there operated within expectations. Impeccable service. Interactions were limited to what was necessary. No surprises.It was one of the few places where I could simply exist without needing to correct, adjust, or manage everything around me.Even so, there were occasional imperfections. Small disruptions that never truly compromised the experience but were enough to catch my attention.Enough to annoy me.The flight had been uneventful.I worked throughout the trip, reviewing reports from the branch office I would be visiting.Several figures were inconsistent. Processes had been poorly handled. Operational failures that should have been addressed long ago.Then one particular line kept drawing my attention back.Harassment.I read the section again, slower this time.Unacceptable.The word sat heavily in my mind.I closed the file wi

Stevan reached for the glass with obvious hesitation, his fingers brushing the cool surface like it might bite. He studied the amber liquid for a heartbeat, then brought it to his lips. The first sip hit him hard—he couldn’t quite hide the quick twist of his mouth, that fleeting grimace that told me everything.“You don’t look like someone who does this often,” I said, watching him closely.A shy smile curved his lips, tentative but softer than before. The rigid set of his shoulders had eased just a fraction, and the way he held the glass now felt less like a lifeline and more like something he might actually get used to.He took another sip, steadier this time. I seized the small opening.“How old are you?”The question landed simply, but he still wouldn’t meet my eyes, gaze fixed on the glass cradled between his hands.“Twenty-five.”I gave a small nod. The answer fit what I’d already guessed, yet something about the way he carried himself didn’t quite match the number—like his body