His Legacy

Chapter 45~ Mens Clothes

Diego's hand trails up my leg and stops at my hip.

'Fuck.' He whispers, he lips brushing against my ear as he lays kisses down my neck.

Unfortunately Diego's house is still a crime scene.

So we're at my house.

I slide my hands up and down his back as he places a kiss on my lips.

'Let me fuck you.' He says quietly.

I push him off me and sit up.

'I invited you around for a drink, not sex.' I say.

'They mean the same thing.' He says making himself comfortable on my bed. 'They're synonyms.'

'What- No they don't Diego. They're different things.' I say, my words slurring together slightly.

He closes his eyes and runs his hands over his face.

'Plus,' I say, poking his chest. 'You're drunk.'

'So are you.' He says, hooking his arm around my waist and pulling me on top of him.

He places his hands on my hips, and shifts me, so I'm sitting right on top of his boner.

'Diego.' I say quietly.

'Yeah?'

'You're really fucking annoying.' I say, leaning forward and kissing him.

'Yeah but that's what you love about me.' He says.

I think I love his voice more than anything.

'I don't love anything about you. You just piss me off.' I say.

He smirks. 'Lies.'

He runs his hand up my back, to the buckle of my bra.

I can't quite remember whose idea it was to sit and drink in our underwear, but here we are.

'Diego.' I say, batting his hand away.

I get off him, and lie on my back next to him.

'You know, your boobs are probably the best I've ever seen.'

I snort. 'Thank you?'

'Serious compliment .' He mutters.

'Shut up Diego.' I say, running my hand down his abs.

I stop just before the waistband of his pants, lean in, and kiss him.

He runs his fingers down my spine, hooking them around my pants before pulling them down.

'I need a condom.' He whispers, as he moves me onto my back, positioning himself on top of me.

I reach over to my bedside table and get one out the draw.

He pulls back, takes off his underwear, and slides on the condom.

He places his hands on either side of my head, and thrusts himself into me.

He leans in. 'Stai decisamente meglio con me.' He whispers.

You're definitely better off with me...

Why does he keep saying that?__________________________________________________________________

I roll onto my side, and switch off my alarm.

I'm surprised Isla hasn't woken me up yet, she's normally up and causing trouble at unspeakable times of the morning.

I sit up, and look around my room.

My clothes are strewn across the floor, which is normal, but someone else's clothes are there too.

I get out of my bed, and pick up a shirt.

It's mens clothes.

It's Diego's clothes.

Diego stayed the night?

I look around.

Where is Diego?

'Diego?' I call out.

I get no reply.

I walk into the ensuite, and look at myself in the mirror.

My makeup is smudged, and I have hickeys down my neck.

Plus my hair's a mess.

At least I had the decency to put on underwear and my pjs after I had sex.

I roll my eyes, clean myself up and go downstairs.

I can hear Rosa and Isla in the kitchen, but I can't hear Diego.

And then I can hear him... and see him.

He stops in front of me, looks me up and down, and then smirks. 'Morning.' He says.

He hasn't got a shirt on, but at least he's trousers on.

'Good morning.' I say in return. 'Why are you still here?'

He blinks at me. 'I forgot to leave.'

I roll my eyes, and open my mouth to reply to him, when Isla runs and throws herself at me.

I catch her, and she throws her arms around my neck.

'Good morning mummy.'

'Good morning my love, how are you?' I ask her.

'Good.' She says, before she wriggles out of my arms. 'Me and Diego are making you breakfast, then we're going to watch the greatest showman again.'

'Oh are you?' I ask her, glancing at Diego.

He gives me a slight smile, before turning and walking back into the kitchen.

'Yeah, yeah. Come.' She says, taking my hand.

She drags me into the kitchen, and then lets go of me to go to Diego instead.

I suppose I've been replaced.

Rosa waves at me, and then winks.

I laugh and shake my head.

'You got mail.' She says, handing me a small white box.

'Thank you.' I say, taking it from her.

I shake it, then open it and tip it into my hand.

A memory stick falls out, and my breath hitches slightly.

I step out of the kitchen, walk to my office, and sit at my desk.

I plug the memory stick into my laptop, and a video appears on the screen.