"ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴜʟ" ɪ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ.
Angel's life has been quite a roller coaster ride since she graduated with an exceptional degree from one of the finest schools in her hometown.
Securing employment proved to be ch...
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Feathery kisses brushed against my skin, pulling me gently from my peaceful slumber.
A soft giggle escaped my lips as I stirred.
"Stop, that tickles," I laughed sleepily, trying to squirm away. But Raul only wrapped his large arm around my waist, pulling me snug against his warm, bare chest.
"Well, I won't stop until you get your sleepy ass out of bed," he groaned into my neck, his voice husky and amused.
"But I want to sleep some more," I whined, snuggling deeper into the sheets. "Besides, we don't have any shooting today."
"Yes, we do, tesoro."
My eyes flew open, and I sat upright like I'd just been electrocuted.
"Raul! Why didn't you tell me earlier? I didn't get to rehearse, or prep, or—"
The deep rumble of his laughter made my words die mid-sentence.
I froze, my eyes glued to his face.
Damn.
The way his head tilted back slightly, eyes crinkling at the edges, the sound of his laughter echoing in the room—it was intoxicating.
He was so beautiful when he laughed. Why didn't he do it more often?
"You're so cute when you ramble, Angel," he said, his voice still laced with amusement. "It's just a photoshoot, caramella."
"Oh." My cheeks flushed. "Right."
"Why do we need a photoshoot, though?" I asked, raising a brow.
"For the magazines, tabloids, billboards," he said, stretching lazily. "Our picture's going to be the new cover for the book."
I nodded in understanding. "Okay, okay. I'll go get ready."
I slipped into the bathroom and freshened up. But when I came out wrapped in only a towel, reality hit me.
I had no clothes to wear—thanks to a certain someone who shredded my last dress like wrapping paper.
The memories of last night caused a smile to creep onto my face.
His voice broke through the silence, cutting me out of my reverie.
"Think whatever you want, Catalina," he snapped, then ended the call with a frustrated tap before tossing his phone onto the bed.
Uh-oh.
That angry aura? Not pleasant.
I hesitated.
Should I speak now... or wait until the storm cloud over his head passed?
"Raul?" I called softly, testing the waters.
His head snapped toward me. But when his eyes landed on mine, the fury seemed to ease—just a little.
"Uhm... I don't have anything to wear," I murmured, gripping the towel tighter.
