Deep love: insatiable lover

-Harassment?

Roberto looked at Brisa with a smirk, snapped his fingers at the waiter who immediately approached.

-Tell the young woman if I am harassing her.

-This customer must have misunderstood, our boss visits the bar with his name on it from time to time every month.

-The boss?

Brisa frowned, looking at Roberto with little conviction.

-What? -Isn’t it?

“An owner who manages so many different styles of bars? It didn’t seem like just anyone. If that’s the case, there’s no need for him to be too cautious, is there? A guy like him, with a lot of time and money, must be a brainless son of a rich family, a rich guy who likes thrills. So everything he does is just for fun. A man like that, no doubt, would let himself go without a second thought once he waited for his interest to be lost. He can’t be someone who likes to spin things around, and I want someone to please right now who won’t be meddlesome every time I can tear myself away. Thinking like that, his presence is not useless to me. In that case, it would be nice to have him as a distraction when I get bored, wouldn’t it?”

Brisa thought to herself, and an idea soon occurred to her.

-I’m not going to apologise, even though I know you’re the boss here and nothing was intentional.

The only person who could make Brisa apologise was Dylan.

Brisa’s face turned ugly when she thought of Dylan.

She didn’t think Dylan would really leave her alone, even if she spent all night bar-hopping and dancing with different men, he wouldn’t care, and he hadn’t even called once.

Dylan, you are very desperate.

Brisa thought angrily and sadly and couldn’t help but grab her glass and pull it back to pour herself another drink.

-Another brandy!

-You’ve had too much to drink.

-What? Customers come to your bar to drink and you, as the owner, have to stop them? How can you run a bar if you do business like that?

Brisa turned her head to look at Roberto and scoffed.

-I think you’ll get drunk if you drink any more.

-Drunk is drunk, what does it matter?

Brisa curled up with contempt, stopped looking at Roberto and ordered the waiter to pour another glass of brandy.

He wanted to drink right now, just to indulge himself.

“Dylan doesn’t care about me anymore, and I shouldn’t care about me. When I’m bad, if I get hurt, it will be Dylan’s fault. He’s the reason I am the way I am, so Dylan is going to feel guilty! Yeah, that’s right, I’m trying to blame Dylan, I’m just trying to get Dylan’s attention. Why should he focus all his attention on Vanessa?”

The more Brisa thought about it, the angrier she became, she took the glass the bartender held out to her and without the slightest hesitation took another sip, slamming the glass down on the bar with a thud.

-One more!

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The waiter looks at Roberto, who squints and smiles a grim smile.

He nodded towards the waiter and the other man complied, putting something in silence as he handed Brisa her drink before handing it to her as if it were nothing.

-Slow as hell!

Brisa looked at the other man in disgust before picking up the glass.

Tilting his head back, he gulped down the wine inside.

This time he really got drunk quickly.

-He still… wants more!

She looked drunkenly at the waiter and had to keep drinking.

-You’re drunk.

Roberto rested a hand on Brisa’s waist, his palm gently running over her waist with pleasure in his eyes.

“A daughter of a rich family, indeed, and with such tender skin on her body. How nice.”

-Fuck off, I’m not drunk, I’m going to drink!

Roberto laughed lightly, watching Brisa with a hand on his cheek as he thought of something, and looked at the waiter, who crept up to him.

-Chief?

-Don’t forget to add the -well- to his drink later.

-Yes.

The waiter nodded hurriedly and inadvertently met Roberto’s grumpy smile with a mental shudder.

Apparently this young woman was her boss’s new prey, how pathetic.

Roberto knew she was always accompanied by a bodyguard and it was time. Lovingly, he withdrew his hand and said:

-I’m leaving.

-Goodbye, boss.

Shortly after Roberto left, the doorman appeared. Seeing Brisa drunk at the bar, he took charge and went over to pick her up and take her back.

That day, Dylan reportedly went to the bar to get drunk again.

-Sir, are you really going to leave her alone?

Mateo asked with a frown and some concern.

-How are you preparing for what you have been told to do?

-Vicente hasn’t noticed and the plan is going well.

-In that case, what have I got to worry about? Even if the plan doesn’t work out, there’s no need to worry, the break-up was bound to happen sooner or later anyway. Is Vincent too greedy and too conceited to think he can control me forever?

Heh.

What arrogance.

-How the hell do you do things, how long has Grupo Moya been in your hands and it’s gotten so bad?

After a serious illness, Gerard no longer spoke as loudly as before. Just hissing as he did now gave him a dull sensation of shortness of breath in his chest.

-Sir, take it easy.

Jaime rushed over to him and patted his chest anxiously to calm him down first.

-How could I not get excited! The good company is now… Dylan! Damn, I knew it wouldn’t be good to have that bastard back. And boy, did he! How dare he do this to the Moya Group! Has he forgotten that he himself is a man of the Moya family?

A sneer crossed Jaime’s eyes as he heard Gerardo’s furious rebuke.

How could he forget that he was a man of the Moya family?

Instead, what was forgotten was the reprimand justified in his own eyes.

As Jaime’s head was down, neither Gerardo nor Orlando saw his expression on anyone’s face.

-The Grupo Moya you gave me is but an empty shell in vain, and it is well enough that it has lasted this long for Dylan to face the Grupo Moya. But don’t worry, Grandfather, I will not let the Moya Group be destroyed by my hands.

“Grupo Moya will never go down as long as I’m around and as long as my money is there.

Of course, when the time comes, the Moya Group he creates will be Orlando’s Moya Group, not the Moya family’s or Gerardo’s.

Of course Gerardo couldn’t know what he was thinking, he thought Orlando had the cards and that the “Grupo Moya that would not be destroyed” was not the current Grupo Moya.

-Hm, good for you for having a plan. That ungrateful wolf Dylan! Have you forgotten who helped you when you left the country? Without me, how could he have survived until now.