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"no se que es lo que hace que te quiera asi."
(i don't know what's making me like you like this.)

"You were spying on us?" His voice came out in shock, his eyes widened and full of outrage. I knew I had said the wrong thing, since it only took a second for him to see me differently.

I was quick to shake my head and I started to explain. "I wasn't spying on you. I was lost, wandering the halls, when I overheard you saying you don't want me as your teacher."

My legs felt as though they would give out beneath me from nervousness. Today seemed to be getting worse and worse by the minute. Gesturing to a chair across the desk from him, he took a deep breath. "Please sit down."

I nodded my head, doing as he said with a bit of reluctance. "Are you gonna fire me?"

He replied with a shake of his head. "No, I won't fire you. I don't think it would be fair since Silvia already made you come all the way out here for this. Since our first class obviously won't happen today, why don't we get to know each other? It might make us feel more comfortable."

I bit my lip. "Sure. Ask me anything."

Enrique was about to speak when the door was thrown open and in ran his daughter. One of their maids also came in, holding his son. The little girl ran around the desk giggling and jumped onto the former teen idol's lap causing him to groan with a chuckle. The maid, wanting to leave us alone, cut the distance between us and placed the baby boy in my arms silently. With a bow of her head she excused herself and left the room. I grinned at the little boy and lifted him high over my head playfully, making her let out some light baby sounds.

"Papa!" The little girl shouted in Spanish. He took her into his arms and she climbed up over him as she whispered something into his ear. Her eyes then glanced at me shyly, something she hadn't done before. But she had likely just noticed the strange new person in her house.

With a smile, her father nodded, "Of course."

He got up from his chair, with the little girl in his arms and gestured towards me. "Alejandra wants to go to the park. Would you like to come with us?"

I shook my head, still holding the baby boy close to me. He was quite entertained running her chubby fingers through my hair and occasionally pulling on it in awe. "No, sweetie." I told him, holding him away from my hair. He clearly wouldn't understand me though. "You're hurting me."

Enrique watched me with interest. He didn't think I would be so good with children since I was only twenty. Most children seemed to cry in the arms of people they didn't know. Yet this baby was calm. "It looks like Luis Enrique likes you."

I smiled at him. "I would hope so."

Shifting the weight of the little girl in his arms, he walked towards the door. Stopping with his hand on the door knob, he turned to ask me, "Are you coming?"

Cutting the distance between us, I placed Luis Enrique in his free arm. He looked more like their older brother than their father, as he held both babies in his arms. I gave a small shake of my head. "I think I'll just stay here. You guys go on and enjoy the park as a family, I don't want to be the awkward wheel in your family outing."

"Silvia won't be coming with us. She spends most of her day at the studio. She's usually there all day, but today she asked for permission to go pick you up at the airport. She'll be back in time for dinner." He assured me with a small smile. Just from his words I sensed there was a bit of tension between them. He was making it sound like she was away from home all day, while he had to stay and take care of the children. Sure he had his career as a musician and an upcoming tour through Latin America and the United States, but nowadays it was rumored in the gossip tabloids that he mostly worked from home.

I thought about it. "If I will be a big help with the children then I'll go."

-

I was pushing little Luis Enrique on the baby swings when a young man approached me. He was tall and handsome with dark brown hair, light freckles scattered across his boyish face, and tanned skin tinged with a pinkish glow of the afternoon sun. He was wearing Adidas joggers and a jacket of the same color to match. He looked like he was at the park working out. Though I was sure I didn't know him, he looked familiar to me. From the slide where Enrique was watching Alejandra climb, his eyes darted towards me and Luis Enrique every so often.

"Do you speak Spanish?" He asked me in broken English, the universal language of the world. There was confusion evident on my face. Did I really look like I didn't speak any Spanish? I didn't think I looked much like a foreigner, but this guy seemed to see right through me. Although, I thought to myself, he seemed to be more a foreigner than I with his sun kissed skin and honey colored eyes. He looked like he was most probably from Europe, and he was tall, at least a whole two inches taller than Enrique, who was also tall himself.

Nodding, I hummed, "Yep."

A smile graced his boyish features and newfound confidence was evident as he now spoke freely. "He's a lovely little boy. Is he yours?"

I shook my head, trying not to stare at him too long. There was also an awkwardness in my response because I knew I was talking to a stranger. My parents had always warned me about that and I was ready to back away if necessary. By now I had stopped pushing Luis Enrique on the swing and had picked him up, holding him close to my chest. "He's the son of the family I work for." I informed him.

"Ah, that makes sense." He nodded in understanding, "I thought you looked too young to have a kid."

"So," I began casually, taken a few steps back away from this stranger. Though he looked a bit familiar, I didn't want to take my chances. In the distance, I could see Enrique's eyes still on me. His stance appeared like he was ready to grab Alejandra and come to my rescue if necessary. But he just stood by, since the stranger was doing nothing to hurt us. "Why did you decide to approach me? There must be a reason because I know for a fact that we don't know each other." I pointed out bluntly. When it came to talking to cute boys, I wasn't an expert. Growing up in a Catholic home and going to Catholic schools all my life, I had learned that men always wanted something from women. And it wasn't usually something good. Their intentions weren't always pure.

He chuckled when he saw the embarrassment on my face that followed after I blurted out those words. Shrugging his shoulders, he admitted with the same bluntness I had asked the question with, "I thought you were really pretty and I wanted to talk to you. Although, to be honest, I'm kind of shy when it comes to cute girls."

I blushed, looking down at the ground shyly. "Thank you."

"What's your name?" He asked with a smile.

"Anna Belen." I replied a bit quietly. I almost thought he wouldn't be able to hear me. My friends at the Catholic school always teased playfully that I was really as quiet and reserved as a church mouse. "What about you?"

"What about me?" He asked, suddenly confused.

"Your name." I rolled my eyes at him playfully. Though I really couldn't look him in the eyes yet. He was too handsome and I was too shy and awkward.

"Dieter Alexander Damm Villalpando." He said, offering his full name with the intention of having me recognize him because there was only one person in Mexico with a name like that.

"Dieter Damm." I repeated the name out loud, once again in awe. "You're the famous Dieter Damm that plays for Chivas."

This weekend was the classic rivalry game--Club Deportivo Guadalajara (also known as Chivas) vs Club America. It was said that the Guadalajara players had arrived early in the week to train in the city for the big match. And I knew that in a way I shouldn't have been too surprised. Of all the neighborhoods in Mexico City it was obvious that the football players would choose a luxurious one to stay in while being in the capitol. Dieter Damm was twenty years old and one of the best players in Mexico. He had been the captain at the under seventeen world cup and led his team to victory. There was a big weight of high expectations on his shoulders.

I noticed Luis Enrique was starting to get impatient and cranky just being in my arms. That was when I knew he was ready to move onto the next activity. Turning towards Dieter, I said to him, "I'm gonna put Luisito in his stroller and then I'm taking him for a walk around the park."

"Can I come?" He asked, hopeful.

I crinkled my nose at him. "I'm not sure if that's a good idea."

If it had been just me, I wouldn't have found a problem in it. But I was on the job and I wasn't sure how Enrique would take it. Two strangers with his son at the park. Even though I was his employee, I was still a stranger to him.

The two of us, accompanied by Dieter, walked over to where Enrique was waiting with Alejandra in his arms. Dieter looked from me to Enrique, putting thoughts together. He began, sounding a bit disappointed, "Is he your boyfriend?"

I quickly shook my head. But Enrique was the first to reply. "She is my employee and these are my children." He clarified for the footballer with hostility dripping off his words.

Narrowing his eyes at him in recognition, Dieter asked, "Wait. Aren't you Enrique Guzman?"

-

so here we have chapter three of this story. 

i hope you're all enjoying it. dieter damm villalpando is an original character i cooked up, so he isn't a person who exists in real life. his face claim will be my baby boy jurgen damm, a mexican football player who is half mexican and half german.

also just a little detail. this story has trigger warnings, which i will post when the chapters come up. and it gets rated r real fast too.

so please stay tuned for that. and bear with me. i was a cringe nineteen/twenty year old.

-clary