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304 pages, Paperback
First published February 1, 2022
Ramón was grateful to have the privilege and the opportunity to be the CEO of a restaurant group at such a young age. He owned an oceanfront home in La Jolla and drove a lime-green McLaren sports car. Financially, he had everything he could possibly want.
The garage opened. It had more cars in it than an auto lot, including a Tesla SUV, a Porsche, a Lamborghini, a classic lowrider Mustang, and a pimped-out Ford Raptor.
Ramón drove up the street the next morning to the La Jolla Country Club, one of the most exclusive clubs in San Diego. It cost one hundred thousand dollars to join, required two member recommendations to even apply, and there was a three-year waiting list. Not to mention the annual sixty thousand dollars in dues.
Ramón wasn’t a dick—he would try to work with the businesses to see if they could stay there. But he knew most of them wouldn’t be able to afford the new rent increase.
The current tenants had all been paying under-market rent for years. If they had to relocate, then that was sad but just business. He would revitalize the street and bring in new ventures. A flagship Taco King, one that was a bit more authentic, would anchor the street no matter what. And maybe he could convince Starbucks or a small-format Target to lease the other open spaces. The possibilities were endless.
Ramón focused his gaze on Julieta. “Look, Julieta, your food is out of this world. I wish I could tell you that you could stay here. But the truth is that even if I didn’t buy the property, someone else would’ve. You have been paying below-market rent for years. You’re a good businesswoman; you know that. I’m not the bad guy.”
Taco King would be replacing a beloved local independent restaurant run by a local chef who lives in the community with a reviled chain. Ramón had known this all along, but the issue hadn’t been abundantly clear to him until today, when he had seen Julieta and been inside her apartment.
He couldn’t explain it, but there was something special about his Juliet. Most of the women he dated were like his mom’s fine china–gorgeous to look at but very fragile and too focused on appearing perfect and acting like prim and proper ladies. They always wanted to talk about the two Fs—the future, in which they saw a big ol’ wedding, and his finances, which Ramón wasn’t keen to discuss.
Ramón didn’t want to hurt his culture; he wanted to celebrate it.
”Romance was dead”
“He tried to pull away, but she wouldn’t let him. She sucked him so hard, so deep. He finally let go, and she swallowed.
That was epic.”
“She nodded, pursing her lips, which now turned into a frown.
“About that. I lied. I’m crazy about you. Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Ramón: Can I see you tonight?
Julieta: No, it’s Lotería night at my aunt’s house.
Ramón: Sounds fun. Can I come?
Julieta shuddered. That was a horrible idea. What a nightmare it would be. First off, Mamá wasn’t even talking to her. And Mamá hated Ramón. Add in her crazy aunts, her weird cousins, all drunk . . . what could possibly go wrong?
Julieta: Sure, come on over.”
“She lay back, and he kissed her neck as she welcomed him deep into her soul.
“Oh, Ramón.”
“He had kissed her good night and held her as she fell asleep. He hadn’t even tried to fuck her—what was wrong with him?”