𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲

16- 𝗔 𝗪𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗚𝗮𝗺𝗲

"You've got to be fucking kidding me" Natalia mumbled, sitting up in her bed, startled at the games her mind had been playing with her.

Natalia had felt nothing about what happened last night, it was a mistake. However, it turns out this mistake was like a ghost, haunting her in her dreams.

Yes, that means she had sexual fantasies about Elias Romero in her sleep. Natalia wasn't proud of it, but she had convinced herself it was nothing- perhaps just a little sexual frustration, that's all. That had been the first time in months she had felt a man's touch, it had nothing to do with Elias.

Nothing to do with his hands roaming down her body, feeling every one of her curves beneath his fingers. Nothing to do with how his tongue melded perfectly with hers, with just the right amount of passion and pleasure. Nothing to do with his fingers tracing gentle circles on her heat, pumping his-

"Miss. Maldonado, is this an appropriate time for me to start my shift?" The maid asked from outside, unaware of what she had just interrupted.

"Yeah, sure" Natalia deadpanned, covering her face with her hands and running them through her hair out of frustration.

"Miss, there are some packages waiting for you downstairs- reception wanted you to know" The maid added, walking in with a trolley of cleaning equipment.

And, before you ask, when you can afford a reception, you buy a fucking reception- in the words of Azaiah Martinez.

"Why can't you just bring them up- wait, how many packages?" Natalia asked, furrowing her brows as the maid looked slightly amused, yet tried not to show it.

"I think it's best if you take a look, Miss. Maldonado- you'll have your room back in an hour or two" the maid told her and Natalia had already got up and wrapped herself in her silk robe.

The last time she had chosen to wear shorts and a small top- it didn't end well. She wasn't going to make the same mistake again.

Heading down the hallway, she felt numerous odd looks being sent her way. She didn't even have to think twice to realise it was probably about the fact she hadn't even brushed her hair yet. Natalia wasn't the 'effortlessly beautiful' type of girl, she couldn't give a fuck about her appearance.

"Julia, what's the maid going on about these packages? There's none here" Natalia spoke, growing even more annoyed as she realised it was still morning and she could be asleep right now.

"Mark, bring the packages in" Julia, the receptionist, yelled, followed by a group of delivery men carrying multiple boxes. If that wasn't enough, about five other men emerged from behind, all of them carrying at least three boxes each.

"What the fuck is this?" Natalia asked, relatively speechless for once as she looked between the men, all dropping the packages down next to her.

"I thought you ordered this" Julia told her, looking between Natalia and the boxes in confusion before she was whisked away, the phone in her hand buzzing.

Natalia bent down to investigate the boxes, finding a lone note attached on the top of one of the boxes.

Amore,

A promise is a promise, I'm sure this can find a special place on my bedroom floor.

Confusion filled Natalia's head as she read the note, her brain still not functioning to a high standard like it normally does. However, everything clicked in her head as she opened the box.

Every single box held an identical replica of the top she wore the night before. All fifty in brand new condition, not ripped in half.

She knew exactly who was responsible for this.