The Spanish Love Deception

Chapter 59

I swear. I made my lips form the silent words in a very exaggerated manner. Then, I curled my lips into a sad face,

keeping the rest of my body still—just so I wouldn’t accidentally bid on any more bachelors. I am really sorry, I

mouthed like a total idiot.

And I was. Sorry, that was. Although a bit of an idiot too.

A few heads turned and sent me a fair share of weird glances, but I didn’t let that deter me, and I kept my lips bent

down. Telling Aaron with my eyes that I was sorry. Although, if you asked me, it was on him for bringing me of all

people to do something that I was clearly not qualified for.

The sight must have been truly something because before I knew what was happening, Aaron’s shoulders shook a

couple of times, his stance broke, and one of his hands went to the back of his neck as his head dipped. I couldn’t see

his face, so I had no clue of what was going on. All money was on him bursting in frustration and anger and turning

into the Hulk. And just when I was about to really start worrying, he lifted back that raven-haired head of his and

revealed something I would never have bet on.

The biggest, widest, and handsomest smile was splitting his expression. Wrinkling the corners of his eyes.

Transforming him into a man my eyes couldn’t take in fast enough. A man I had never seen before. One who was

beginning to make it really, really hard for me to hate.

My own face lit up at the sight. I felt my cheeks tense with my answering grin—one just as big, just as wide, just as

unexpected.

And then Aaron started laughing. His head tilted back, and his shoulders shook with laughter. And he was doing it on

a stage, in front of all these people and in front of me, as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

Neither did I, apparently. Because in that moment, the only thing I could focus on, think of, care about was Aaron’s

unexpected and glorious smile and laughter. So much that my fingers itched to pull out my phone and snap a photo so

I had proof that this had happened. So I could revisit the moment—in which Aaron Blackford, someone who had the

power to irritate me with nothing but a word, had fucking lit up the place with a smile he had kept locked up from me

ever since I met him—whenever I wanted.

And how messed up was that? Or furthermore, how messed up was it that I didn’t even care about it being messed up

in the first place?

Before I could recover from it—the effect of something as mundane as a smile, but that was so rare in the man my

eyes couldn’t stop looking at—he was striding toward the center of the stage.

Angela’s voice left the speakers. “Lovely. I’m sure Patrick and his lucky bidder, the lady with the blue fan, will enjoy

whatever he has prepared.”

Too caught up in my fake date who knew how to really smile, I hadn’t noticed someone bidding for Patrick.

“And last but not least, we have Aaron Blackford. Ladies, gentlemen, let’s start at fifteen hundred and remember—”

Angela’s eyes widened, and then she chuckled. “Oh, I guess I don’t need to remind you to please place your bids on

our last bachelor tonight if you want to contribute to the cause.”

Looking around, I found the reason why. More than ten different people had their arms already in the air.

“I love seeing your involvement,” Angela continued with a knowing smirk. “Fifteen hundred for the lady in red.”

Turning, I located this involved with the cause lady in red. She was in the first row of people, and she looked about

twenty years older than me, give or take. And while I didn’t want to be judgmental or superficial, only by looking at her,

I could imagine how generous her donation would be.

My gaze shot back to the stage, clashing against Aaron’s. That grin had been wiped off, his features now hard and

empty. I felt a pang of disappointment I had no time to inspect.

I had one job tonight, and I was failing at it. For the second time.

Readying myself, I released a breath. I couldn’t let myself be distracted by something as wonderfully shocking yet

pointless as Aaron’s ability to smile or laugh.

“Seventeen hundred?” Angela announced, and I gestured with my hand to place my bid. Too late. “For the lady in

red.”

Lady in Red had beaten me—and around another five or six hands—to it again.

A quick look at Aaron’s tense shoulders told me he felt as unhappy about it as I was.

I squared back my shoulders, focusing on Angela and her next words.

“Wonderful,” she said into the microphone. “Let’s raise this up, ladies and gentlemen. Mr. B

lackford is after all in high demand. How about nineteen hun—”

My hand shot up in the air, keeping an eye on Lady in Red, whose bid had been faster than mine. Again.

Angela chuckled and pointed at Lady in Red again, acknowledging her bid.

To my shock and surprise, Lady in Red turned in my direction with a smug smile on her face.

My eyes narrowed. Oh, hell no. This wasn’t about charity. This had just gotten personal.

Angela announced the next amount, and I launched my hand in the air with impressive speed, so much that I almost

pulled a muscle, but Angela’s next words made up for possible injuries.

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