Santana Wizard
It wasn't love. I knew it from the beginning. That night at the Rosemont, everything was protocol: smiles of interest, handshakes that hid dirty business, women dressed to dazzle and men who spoke more with their watches than with words. I, Dewin Santana, the eldest son of the Santana-Wolfe family, was there out of obligation, like almost everything in my life. My last name was more important than my opinion, and my steps were already traced since I was born. Then she appeared. I hadn't seen her before, and believe me, in my world that's not common. He had that elegance you don't learn in any Swiss school, a cold, strong look that contrasted with his trembling lips as he approached the bar. We don't talk much. A few short sentences, a long silence were enough... and that weird connection that sometimes happens with the wrong person at the wrong time. We went up to my suite. One night only. Intertwined bodies without the need for names. A silent farewell even
About Santana Wizard
It wasn't love. I knew it from the beginning. That night at the Rosemont, everything was protocol: smiles of interest, handshakes that hid dirty business, women dressed to dazzle and men who spoke more with their watches than with words. I, Dewin Santana, the eldest son of the Santana-Wolfe family, was there out of obligation, like almost every...Read more