His photographer

drink drank drunk

That's when she saw them. Lucia and Max.

Wrapped in each other's arms, their faces we're getting closer and closer. Lucia knew she probably shouldn't let this happen, but right now she was to carefree to think twice about it. Max's eyes were focused on her lips and he leaned in, until he finally connected their lips. His hands were wrapped around her body, pulling her into him, as if he couldn't get enough of her. She slightly opened her mouth, giving him permission and he didn't hesitate for a second. He was quite aggressive, as was his hold on her. It was hot but a bit sloppy. A typical drunk kiss. She could still taste the vodka he had drank. As the kiss was growing more intense, she pulled away for air. She quickly realized what was happening and shock was written all over her face. Lucia quickly looked around her to check if anyone had seen her and Max, as her eyes landed on Marilla. She was still in so much shock, that she didn't even notice how her brothers hands were wrapped around her best friends body. Marilla instantly understood how Lucia was feeling just by looking at her, so she quickly made her way to her friend.

"Lu, I have been searching for you everywhere! Hey Max, having a good time?"  she said, lightly patting his shoulder.

"Yeah, definitely. You?"  he asked her back smiling.

He was very content with what he had achieved this evening.

"Yeah, me too. Well, hate to steal her away from you, but we have to go back to Carlos, enjoy your night!"  she said, grabbed Lucia's hand and pulled her away.

Lucia waved Max goodbye slightly smiling and eagerly followed her friend.

"Thought you didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore"  Marilla said laughing slightly.

"I thought so too, but then I bumped into him and then we went dancing and it all just kind of happened."  Lucia explained, feeling a bit embarrassed.

How was she ever going to go back to work? This was going to be very degrading to her.

"Is he at least a good kisser?"  Marilla asked wrapping an arm around her best friends waist.

"Yeah."

"Sounds very convincing"  Marilla responded ironically.

"No, I mean it. He's just, very dominant, a bit harsh for my taste. But good"  she explained.

Her brother was now in front of them.

"He didn't see anything did he?"  she whispered into Marilla's ear.

The blonde girl shook her head. Now Lucia was calming down again. Thank god he didn't see anything. Carlos would have made a scene if he had. He wasn't particularly a fan of Max. He didn't necessarily dislike him, but he didn't want any driver near his little sister, and Max was obviously one of them. He knew most of them since he was a kid, he had his reasons.

Marilla and Lucia woke up in the hotel room, with the sun slightly burning on their skin. They had forgotten to close the curtains before crashing into bed. Marilla had decided to stay over at Lucia's room so they could gossip before going to bed, but both of them fell asleep the second they had laid down.

"My head is kind of hurting. Oh mierda"  Lucia mumbled to herself while sitting up.

Marilla knew things were bad when she swore in Spanish. She grabbed the water bottle on her bedside table she had filled before going to bed and handed it over to Lucia. Then she grabbed the Ibuprofen pills she also had left there last night for this exact reason. The brunette gladly took both out of her hands, as she swallowed a pill and emptied the bottle.