𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 | ✓

- Chapter EIGHT -

The two girls walked into the club and Yasmin immediately caught Francesco. "Yasmin, thanks for doing this. The food has to be exactly as I described it. The drinks on point and the exact girls we requested." He spoke.

"Of course, Francesco. I'd never disappoint you." She smiled

He looked Carlota up and down and a smile formed on his face. "Is this one of them or is she your assistant?"

"Mind who you're talking to." Carlota snapped at him. "I'm her sister, supporting her."

"Okay, okay." He rolled his eyes, going to sit down with his friends.

"I'm going to give the girls a headcount. Go check on the drinks and ask the bartender for all these ready." She ordered handing her a sheet of paper.

She walked over to the bartender but her waist was quickly grabbed by someone's muscular hands.

Carlota glanced up to lock eyes with Landon. The man she just had sex with the other day and the same man that was her best friend's boyfriend. In a strip club.

Shrugging off his hold, she glared at him. "What are you doing here?" She questioned unimpressed.

"I didn't know you were one of the girls that'll be stripping for me. Here's some advice, lose the skirt and everything else." He smirked, admiring her outfit.

She subconsciously pulled her skirt down and cleared her throat. "What are you doing here, Landon?" She repeated.

"I have a meeting with some guy. This is like a party for me. How about you give me a gift." He suggested a huge grin.

"It's your birthday?"

He shook his head. "But I'd still like a gift."

Groaning, she turned on her heels and walked in the other direction but Landon caught her hand.

"Please, I know somewhere we can go."

Carlota finally gave in to his charms and her hormones. She knew Yasmin would kill her if she found out but that wasn't on her mind right now. The only thing on her mind was how great he's going to feel inside her.

They got to an empty room and he locked the door which instantly sent chills down her spine.

He pinned her against the wall and raised her skirt up so he'd be able to finger her. "It's a good thing you're wearing a skirt." He whispered into her ear before quickly biting it.

His British accent sounded much better when he was being dirty.

He began rubbing her clit with the only thing stopping it was her lace panties which had been soaked. "I can tell you like that." He smirked, kissing her neck.

She moaned with his lips against her skin. She wanted more of him fast. "Stop these games and just f*ck me." She groaned out.

He pulled her panties down and raised her skirt up and rubbed his bulge against her p*ssy. "I shouldn't because of how mean you've been to me." He said, groping one of her breasts. "Maybe if you beg me,"

"Por favor, follame hasta que no pueda soportarlo más." She begged in Spanish to turn him on more. [Spanish Translation: Please f*ck me till I can't take it anymore]

"F*ck, Carlota, I don't understand you when you're speaking in Spanish." He groaned as he got more turned on.

Fisting her hair in his hand she repeated what she said in English louder.

A large c*ck was once again shoved into her p*ssy leaving her to wince with a condom on. She forgot how big it felt in between her walls.

Suddenly, Landon's phone began ringing, but that didn't stop him from moving his d*ck in and out of her.

"Hello?" He asked with his hand gripping Carlota's ass.

She bit down on her lip to stop any sounds from coming out. As great as she felt, she had some self control.

"Aw, baby, I missed you too." He cooed. "But I'm in a meeting right now. I'll talk to you later."

"Yes, I do have the dinner reservations for us." He smirked, looking down at her back dimples where he decided to place his thumbs.

"Sunday it is." He agreed. "Bye, baby." He cut the call throwing his head back and groaning.

"You and Brinley made up?" She asked, turning her head to face him.

He ignored her words and moved even faster and finally came.

She checked the time and realized 15 minutes had passed by. "Mierda, she's going to kill me." [Spanish Translation: Sh*t]

"Your sister? You better hurry." He chucked.

She fixed her hair and pulled down her skirt. "You distracted me." She complained.

"You enjoyed the distraction." He teased.

They walked out together going their separate ways. Yasmin caught her sister in the crowd of men drinking and dragged her out.

"Where were you? I told you not to wander off or get distracted but-. Did you hook up with someone?" She eyed her sister's messy hair and shook her head.

Carlota sighed at all her questions. "Calm down. It wasn't with a stranger."

"Ever since you met Landon you've been acting recklessly. Are you sure hooking up with people and sneaking out is going to help you get to med school?"

"It's fine, don't worry. Sorry, I wasn't there but how was it?"

"Horrible, some stupid b*tch came out of nowhere and started stripping for them. She wasn't on the list. They called her 'Angel', but she's gone now." She sighed.

Carlota gave her sister a hug. "Screw that b*tch." She smirked embracing her. "Is she some intern?"

They broke from the hug leaving Yasmin to shake her head. "At least she was good at it. Though, she didn't really have much to offer the men here."

Carlota began laughing. "Calm down, Yasmin. Do you mind if I go backstage to find Amelia so I can leave?"

"Sure, but wherever you're going bring back the car, or I'll tell your mom you're hooking up with your best friend's boyfriend." Yasmin warned.

Carlota looked down at her phone to see a few text messages from Brinley. "Hablar del demonio." She muttered opening her phone to view the texts. [Spanish Translation: Speak of the devil]

'Can we talk? I just found something out.' The text read.

Her body froze and Yasmin read the message and a grin formed on her face. "Better forget about catching up with Amelia and go see your friend."

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Francesco? Arabella? Amelia? Mentioned all in one chapter? Do you guys remember why she was there? Hehe. See at least the events are adding up, right?

Updating Friday 5th March 2021 

QUESTION FOR THE CHAPTER: WHAT DO YOU THINK BRINLEY WANTS TO TALK ABOUT?