Beware of Grandpa

He was on his second bite when she moved back to the stove and, using a kitchen towel as a hot pad, pulled a tray of corn muffins from the oven.

Plucking them carefully into a small wicker basket, she then scooped another bowl of chili and set everything on the table.

“Good?” She sat beside him.

He shrugged. “It’s all right.”

Scooting her chair in closer, she grinned at him. “It’s better than all right, Miguel"

He reached for a muffin. “I’ve been spied on, had my vacation interrupted, bruised and nearly lost the ability to ever have children. Of all the things I consider myself, Miss Trump—” he broke open the muffin and slathered it with butter “—lucky is not one of them.”

“I apologize for all that. You shouldn’t have sneaked up on me like you did.” She took a muffin herself and nibbled on it. “But you shouldn’t have tied me up, either. That was incredibly rude. Just like you did at Liverpool, taking advantage of someone without permission"

“Sweetheart, if you think that was rude, you ain’t seen nothing yet. Back at Liverpool I have already apologized to you” He was getting tired of bantering with her. And now that his stomach was nearly satisfied, there were questions he wanted answered. “Cut to the chase, Bella Trump. I want to know who you are, who you really are, and I want to know who sent you here.”

With a sigh Bella got up and retrieved two cans of soda from the refrigerator. She handed him one, then popped the top of her own and sat back down. “My name really is Bella Trump, just like my driver’s license stated. Give or take a pound, I won’t say which way, my weight is also accurate. So is my height and address and my profession even though I'm not a big shot actress yet”

Bella knew this wasn’t exactly what Miguel meant when he wanted to know who she was, but she was getting to all that, and since she had no idea how he was going to accept what she was about to say, she hardly felt that she should just blurt it out.

“I lived in Liverpool with my family and I have a best friend, you have met her already, her name is Camilla. I have a sister well, it's a step sister Because my mum's—”

“Dead and you have a wicked Stepmother.” Miguel popped the lid of his soda, took a swig.

She nodded, but couldn’t help wondering why a man whose origin is not known yet, could just jump into conclusion just like that.

“That’s right. She wasn't that bad tho, she just had some mad scratches on her brain, and she wants the best for her daughter. We happen to be in thesame field, she's an actress so was I. My dad came back from his trip last month and came back complaining about certain person and Company disturbing him"

Miguel’s legs were long, and it was impossible not to bump knees with him under the small table. He didn’t seem to notice, but the repeated contact was making her edgy.

The more she told herself to ignore him, the more aware of him, of his size and his closeness, she became. She suddenly thought she had to be open to him, she decided to let the car out of the bag.

“My dad told me—” she cleared her throat when it cracked slightly “—Bianca and her mum lied against me that I stole Bianca's roles. I got angry and left the house that is why I was Kidnapped and brought to your room. When I returned home, dad made me a bargain. He said I should Spy on Agatha!"

"Remember the company that I saw you the other time, dad wants me to know who their young boss is. He said the young Mafia heir always gets in his way and therefore wants me to get his identity"

“Are you going to get to the point sometime soon?” Miguel asked, pushing his empty bowl aside. “Or do I have to time this story with a calendar?”

Bella pressed her lips tightly together, but refused to let Miguel’s impatience sway her. “Two weeks ago, I took the offer and start to spy. But I don't know how to do it. Then I saw you again and my friend Camilla advised me that you might have a connection with the boss given the way you're respected that the other guests"

Miguel rolled his
eyes. “I know the feeling. I thought you wanted to have me on your bed again*

Ignoring him, Bella took a bite of chili and intentionally chewed slowly before she went on.

“Then I later got it from a reliable source that you're coming to Texas for a vacation"

Miguel smirked. Now he got what he wanted on her. Bella Trump is indeed Cartersville Trump's daughter and she was sent him by her father to spy on him and also get his weakness.

Bella Trump is a practical person. He thought. She was very open-minded and optimistic. Looking at her, Miguel was tempted to tell her that he was the person she was looking for but she felt there's no need for it.

He clearly his throat. "Well, I wish you luck in your search but I don't have anything to do with Agatha or whatever. That day, I came to Agatha for a bussiness and that's in the reception not for anything. You can continue spying on me if you want, it's fun actually"

Bella eat a dried apricots and gulp down the remaining soda in the can before replying. "So Mr Rodriguez, will you mind telling me about the stories about you? I heard from the gardener that you were adopted by the owner of this hotel?"

"Yes"

"Have you found your real parents?"

"That's none of your concern"

"Did your foster parents have anything to do with Agatha?"

Miguel frowned. He didn't want her to know anything about him or Agatha. Given what happened today, he could get it that she was just a pawn to get him and also get her blown off in the process. Involving herself with Agatha will only harm her.

"Mr Rodriguez did you mind if I asked what the name of —”

"Bella!"

"Who your Foster parents are maybe the have anything with—”

"Bella!"

"Agatha, is a company and they have Mafia godfather did you—”

"Bella!!! Stop it already Bella Trump. No word from you about Agatha! Knowing about Agatha will only harm you! You're just a pawn get that into your brain!!"

"Miguel you—”