by Blue Saffire
Be My Valentine
A Valentine’s Novella
Blue Saffire
Contents
Be My Valentine
Words From Blue
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Thank You
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Be My Valentine
A Valentine’s Novella
Hold to Me Series Book Two
Blue Saffire
Perceptive Illusions Publishing, Inc.
Bay Shore, New York
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Words From Blue
Things change all of the time. Breathe and move through it!
―Blue Saffire
Preface
Missed Call
Cristóbal
This is my third call today and she hasn’t answered a single one. My patience grows thin with this dance we’re doing. This woman is playing a foolish game with me.
I growl at the sound of her voice telling me to leave a message. Me. I should never have to hear that message. My calls should never go unanswered.
This is my fault, I’ve been too lenient. Years of free reign has led to this disrespect. I tighten my fist around my phone.
Pulling the device from my ear, I dial a different number. I know I will get an answer from this line. My brother wouldn’t dare ignore my calls.
“This must be my unlucky day. First, your wife, now you,” he groans in greeting.
“You spoke to my wife?” I seethe.
“Just hung up with her. She needs a favor.”
“Why does my wife think it’s okay to ignore my calls. Yet, you have spoken to her?”
“Hermano, I don’t get in the middle of you and your wife. I told you I didn’t think it was a good idea from the beginning—”
“I’m not asking you for advice, Manny,” I say cutting him off. “You can let my wife know that if I don’t hear from her before the New Year she is cut off.”
“Cristó, isn’t that a bit harsh,” he says.
“She knows the deal. She wants to play these games. I will play. Make sure she gets my message.”
I hang up, tossing my phone on my desk and rise from my seat. I glare at my assistant, failing to reel in my temper. I’ve had enough.
“If she is not here by the holidays prepare for me to go to the States,” I demand.
“You would run after her?” Alonso says with a hint of disapproval.
“Who the fuck are you questioning? Have a sold my huevos and sent out an invitation for you all to fuck me?”
“I just—”
“You will just do what I say. Christmas. I head for the States if she’s not here by Christmas,” I bark. I straighten my suit jacket and start out of my office. I’m still muttering to myself as I walk out of the door. “Who the fuck do they all think they’re playing with.”
Chapter 1
Wife’s Return
Cristóbal
My jaw ticks and I flex my fingers. I stare out of my office window that reveals a beautiful ocean view. It usually serves to calm me.
At the moment, it’s only serving to piss me off more as memories of the last time I saw my wife come to mind. Our marriage used to be in name only. I spent eighteen years of my life married to a woman I’ve never touched.
When the young brown faced, pretty eyed girl came to me at seventeen, I was intrigued. She was smart, savvy, and had the guts to come to me and demand I help her. Even if she weren’t a friend of my little brother, I would have heard her out just from watching her carry herself.
“You will help,” she demanded with her Jersey accent.
This tiny little girl was demanding things from me. I liked her right away. Yes, she was gorgeous even then, but I had no intentions of placing a finger on her.
“And why is it you think I will help you?” I asked as I grinned at the young girl.
“Because you are my new family. I take care of my family. I make my family wealthy. You are rich and you have connections, but I will make you wealthy,” she said with such confidence.
“How old are you, little girl?”
“Seventeen going on eighteen,” she replied, lifting her chin. “But that doesn’t matter. Give me time to saw you. I’m what you need around here. I can take your operation in the States to new levels.”
I gave her a full belly laugh, but I also give her a year to prove herself. That little brown girl proved herself all right. Within two months, she improved her broken American Spanish and became fluent in the dialect of my family here in Puerto Rico.
She ran my man as if they were her own. Before I knew it she had become Manny’s right hand. I never had a second thought of taking her under my wing. I taught her and she taught me. She earned my respect.
“They don’t respect me.” She stormed into my office with her fist clenched. “You asked me to do a job and I have done it, but not without disrespect I don’t deserve.”
I looked up from the reports on my desk. My fortune had tripled within the year she spent with me. I had just been thinking of her reward.
“Why do you think this is?” I asked.
“Because I’m not a Suarez,” she hissed. “To them I’m the American brat. Your pet.”
I stood, walking around my desk to lean against it as I folded my arms across my chest and crossed my legs at the ankles. I took in my little spitfire. She was more beautiful than when she arrived a year before with my little brother.
“So it’s not because you are a woman?”
I watched her face as I asked the question. Her eyes hardened and her full lips pitched. Her small hands went to her hips.
“No,” she bite out.
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bsp; “And it is not because of your age?”
“Haven’t I provided that my age is just a number.”
“Sí, you have. How do you suggest we fix this?” I asked with a grin on my lips.
“Let me cut a few of their asses up,” she said with a dark smile on her lips.
I laughed, something I didn’t do with my men. Some may have thought I’d gone soft when it came to my little American. I didn’t believe so. She made me sharp.
“You will keep those blades in your mouth,” I say through my laughter.
“You’re laughing at me. I’m serious. None of them care that I’m a woman. Well, with the exception of when they’re staring at my ass. If I were a Suarez we wouldn’t be having this conservation,” she said crossing her arms over her chest.
I don’t know what it was about her words, but I didn’t like the thought of my men looking at her ass in anyway. My jaw tightened and my laughter died. A million irrational thoughts entered my head.
She was eighteen and I was thirty. She’d become a little sister, nothing more. Yet, once the idea took root I did what I’m known for. I followed my instincts.
“You and Manny will run all of this someday. You have become family. I will make sure the world respects you,” I paused and narrowed my eyes. “You need to become a Suarez.”
She scoffs. “And how do I do that?”
“You are here because of your father’s debt back in the States,” I say letting my words hang in the air. I watch as her face changes. “You thought I didn’t ask questions?”
“I… I don’t know what I thought,” she said lift her head higher.
“Those debts are being paid with the money you send home. I can make them go away faster,” I said in offering.
There was something about her demeanor that changed at the mention of her father and his debts. I wrote it off as her being embarrassed. Maybe even scared that I wouldn’t like her reasons for coming to me. Although, I hadn’t seen her fear a thing since I met her.
“How?”
“You marry a Suarez, you become a Suarez. You will have the respect of a Suarez,” I said, showing no emotion.
“I’m not marrying Manny,” she burst into laughter.
She would think I was talking about my brother. Manny befriend this young beauty somehow while growing up with our uncle in New York. Their friendship is an unusual one.
“I never said I was speaking of Manny,” I replied.
“Then who?”
“Me.”
Her mouth fell open. I watched as a million thoughts ran across her face. Her tough exterior revealed a simple crack.
“You’re thirty. I’m about to turn nineteen. That’s just crazy.”
“Don’t get me wrong. You are a very attractive young woman, but this would be for business. You would be my wife in name only,” I explain.
“What?”
“We will marry. You’ll gain access to my money. You’ll go back to the States to start this business with the friend you’ve told me of. You’ll help Manny clean and grow my money and I will take care of all of your other problems,” I said.
“You would give me money to help my family and Nelson?” Her brows knit with the words.
“Sí. What’s mine will be yours. You will come to Puerto Rico twice a year. We will spend time together to talk business and make a few appearances,” I said as the plan formed in my head.
“I don’t get it. What do you get out of this?”
“I grow tired of the woman I fuck trying to make themselves my wife. If I’m already married they will know that all they can ever have is a good time and a great fuck,” I said and shrugged.
“So you would have other women?” she asked scowling at me.
“As you will be free to do as you please. My only request is that you don’t embarrass me. Keep your personal life private.”
“Will you do the same?”
“Your visits will be the only time I appear in public with a woman on my arm,” I reassure her.
Her eyes narrowed. Meanwhile, I grew to like the idea more and more. My men would give her the respect she deserved and they wouldn’t dare touch my wife.
“Is this some type of test?” she asked, that sassy New Jersey Spanglish accent coming to the surface. As usual, I get a hint of a New York flavor as well. “Why would you do this?”
“When you first arrived you told me I would help you. You were right. I’m helping you,” I replied.
“Okay, I just have one request.”
I still remember the grin on her face as it all sunk in. It brought me great pleasure, but not nearly as much pleasure as my last visit with my wife.
“We will need to leave in an hour, Señor Cristóbal,” my assistant says pulling me from my thoughts. “Your aircraft is ready.”
“I will be ready.”
Detra
I fidget in my seat which is so unlike me. I’ve been avoiding this trip like the plague. There was a time when I had no problem returning to my husband’s home for his requested two visits a year. That was before.
“Pull it together,” I murmur to myself.
It’s been a year since I last saw Cristóbal. A year since everything about our marriage changed. I was a fool to play with fire.
My husband may have been forty-eight, but he looked and fucked like he is in his mid-twenties. Last Christmas is one I will never forget. I wanted to show off my skills at making coquito the way my father taught me.
One thing lead to another and my simple flirting turned into a fuck feast for two weeks. One morning after screaming and clawing at my husband’s back all night, I woke up and I ran. Things were getting complicated.
Cristóbal has been my mentor, my friend, my family. I never meant to cross that line and take things there. For years, just his voice has had the power to make me shiver, but I chalked that up to him being one of the sexiest men I’ve ever met.
He could make a nun weep as she forgot her vows and threw herself at him. He has only aged like fine wine, if you can call it aging. I’ve slept with guys half his age and never felt the way Cristóbal made me feel.
I squeeze my thighs together just thinking about it. This is the reason I haven’t returned. I’ve been avoiding him like the plague to keep out of his bed.
“I will take care of the bags, Señora Suarez,” the driver says as he pulls to a stop.
I go to open the door to step out, but I’m frozen in place as Cristóbal storms out of the house barking orders over his shoulder. All of that power rolling off of one man should be illegal. He stops and turns to bellow something else.
I shake off my daze and step from the car. I didn’t tell him that I was coming. I got his message from Manny. I knew he would send one sooner or later.
The car trunk seems to slam and ring out through the courtyard. Cristóbal spins around to find the source of the noise. His eyes lock on me and he takes my breath away. Even from this distance those hazel-blue eyes unnerve me.
It’s only been a year, but his hair has more white in it overcoming the black in those thick locks. It looks stunning against his tanned skin. I was shocked last year to find he cut off all his long locks in exchange for a pompadour cut that’s just as sexy on him.
He’s wearing a beard that’s salt and pepper in color and compliments his strong Latino features. A charcoal grey suit covers all six-two of that solid muscle and raw sex appeal.
When he lifts his hand and croaks his finger at me, my knees nearly buckle.
“Come, Esposita,” he says in that voice that can melt the panties off of a stadium of women all at once.
I shouldn’t have come. This is not going to end well. I don’t know how to say no to my husband.
Cristóbal
“You haven’t answered my question,” I says after catching my breath.
I slap her naked ass as a smile spreads across my face. I haven’t been satisfied with taking another woman to bed, I wanted my wife. One taste of Detra and I’ve be
en a starving man since she ran off a year ago.
At first, I tried to tell myself that it wasn’t a big deal. She’s young and we had a little fun for a few weeks. I even tried to blame my disinterest in other woman on getting old.
However, when I found myself eagerly awaiting her usual visits and she didn’t show, I had to admit to myself that I only want Detra Suarez in my bed.
“How could I with your tongue down my throat?” she replies.
“I don’t recall you complaining.”
“Didn’t say I was,” she says, running her small hand over my bare chest.
“You are still avoiding my question,” I say with humor.
My patience grows thin with my little wife. If I didn’t crave her so much, I wouldn’t have taken her to bed until I had answers. Yet, from the moment I turned to find her in my courtyard, dressed in that tight black dress and red heels I had to have her.
She is a short but curvy woman. At least her bottom half has curvy that draw the eye. Her breasts are smaller than I usually go for, but they are enough to fill my palms. That dress clung to her warm brown skin, mahogany with tones of reds and gold.
“What was the question again?” She purrs reaching to wrap my cock in her palm, stroking my semi-hard length.
I’ve taken her five times already and still it’s not enough. When I’m with her I feel like I’m in my twenties again. I know I will take her at least twice more before I give her a break.