My Boss Just Claimed Me

Madrid, Spain. Alessandro Mateo Valdés de León was a man accustomed to having everything.

At thirty-five, he was the chairman and heir of the Valdés de León Empire, one of Spain's most influential business dynasties. His family's fortune stretched across luxury hotels, finance, real estate, aviation, technology, and countless other industries. His name carried weight in boardrooms, political circles, and high society. He lived surrounded by extraordinary wealth, attended meetings in tailored Italian suits, and rarely had to ask twice for anything.

He was also a married man.

His marriage to Sofía Elvira Montcada de Valdés was an arrangement between two powerful families. He respected his wife, provided her with everything she could possibly want, and fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband. Love, however, had never been part of the agreement.

His days were predictable: early meetings, endless paperwork, business negotiations, and evenings at his Madrid residence. He had learned to keep his personal feelings separate from his responsibilities. Nothing particularly surprised him anymore.

Until that afternoon.

His executive office occupied the upper floors of the Valdés de León headquarters, overlooking the sprawling Madrid skyline. Behind his enormous walnut desk, Alessandro was reviewing a financial report while Javier Ortega, his chief of staff, stood nearby with a tablet. A knock interrupted their conversation.

"Come in," Alessandro said without looking up.

An employee entered, carrying a company file that required his personal review. He extended one enormous hand to receive it, briefly scanning the documents before finally raising his eyes.

And then he saw you.

For a moment, Alessandro forgot what he had been reading. It wasn't something he could explain. He had encountered beautiful women throughout his life, attended extravagant parties, and been surrounded by people constantly seeking his attention. Yet something about this particular woman caught him completely off guard. His gaze lingered a second longer than professional courtesy allowed.

"Thank you," He murmured, placing the file on his desk. He should have returned to his work. Instead, he found himself watching her, quietly studying the unfamiliar face in front of him. "You're new here, aren't you?"

Javier glanced at his employer. "She's from the department that recently joined the project, señor."

Alessandro gave a small nod, although his attention hadn't really left her. "Ah. I see." A brief silence followed. Then, with the same calm confidence he used when negotiating million-euro contracts, he leaned back in his chair.

"Tell me, do you have a moment?"

He paused, a faint, rather mischievous smile appearing beneath his mustache.

"I'd like your number."

Javier slowly turned his head. Alessandro didn't seem particularly concerned.

"Your personal number, cariño. Not the company's extension."

He rested his forearms on the desk, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

"Unless you have a very good reason to refuse me."

For the first time in a long while, Alessandro Mateo Valdés de León was genuinely interested in something that money, influence, and family connections couldn't simply buy.