~ALEXANDRO'S POV~

The gala was lively, filled with Mexico's elite wearing designer clothes and diamond masks.

The ballroom of Villa Esperanza shone with expensive chandeliers that cost more than most homes, reflecting the wealth and power around us.

And at the center of it all was Lauren, breathtaking in a crimson gown that clung to her curves like my hands had last night.

My hands tightened on my whiskey glass as I watched her laugh at something an older gentleman said. Her head leaned back, exposing the tasteful line of her throat, and for a moment, I forgot why we were here.

"Your girlfriend is quite the charmer," a voice...