"𝗦𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱
𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱, 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲."
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Amara Hidalgo is a 20-year-old independent young woman with a sexual appetite for olde...
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About two weeks ago
"Amor, I'll wash the dishes," I feel Emilio's arms wrap around my waist from behind as he gently places a kiss on my head.
I shake my head and continue to rinse some of the dishes that still have soap on them. "No, you worked for 12 hours straight. I got this," I slightly turn my head to the side, meeting his warm gaze.
He places more kisses on my head and I softly hum at the feeling. "But you stay home and watch our boys. You are entitled to rest, amor," he murmurs against my head and I lightly chuckle.
"We both are," I answer back and he snuggles his head on the crook of my neck. He places both of his hands on my not so flat stomach, slowly rubbing small circles with his thumbs.
"You know," he trails off and begins to place kisses down my neck. "The boys are asleep and I wouldn't mind trying for baby number three," he says and my eyes widen at his words.
"Emilio-" I don't get to finish my sentence when the sound of car doors being shut are heard from outside. I turn my head to look at Emilio, who is already on high alert.
I fully turn my body around and place my hand on his cheek, slowly caressing it. He takes a deep breath and immediately relaxes in my touch. "It might be Amara," I calmly tell him and he nods his head.
Wiping my hands with a towel, I make my way to the front door. My eyebrows crinkle in confusion when I hear two angry voices outside.
Well, now I know it isn't Amara.
Maybe I should have let Emilio answer the door.
The voices grow louder and I can hear grunts and shouts. I look behind me to see if Emilio is behind me, but he isn't.
Maybe he can't hear the sounds from all the way in kitchen?
I place my hand on the door handle, debating if I should open the door.
It could be two crazy people outside of my house, waiting to kill me.
I would be stupid to open the door.
But then again wouldn't they already be trying to break in?
Mustering up the courage, I take a deep breath and swiftly open the door only to see Victor and Dario on the floor fighting like children.
