𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍

05.

(EXCHANGE— BRYSON TILLER)

❝I KNOW YOU MISSED ME.❞

RICHARLISON was staring at his phone, ready to text the pretty waitress he had met a few days ago. He found himself in this position a lot. Getting girls numbers quite frequently. He wasn't a relationship guy at all. Commitment wasn't his thing. But he always thought that maybe meeting the right girl would change that.

As he was about to type a message to Delina his doorbell rung. He sighed annoyed that someone was at his door at 10pm. Sliding off his bed he walked down his large staircase towards the door.

He swung the door open, his unimpressed facial expression altering at the sight of the person on the other side of the door.

"Lena." He was shocked to see the blonde at his doorstep. They had gotten into an argument about a week ago and hadn't spoken since.

"Hi Richy." She smirked stepping inside without an invitation in.

He exhaled as he closed the door behind her.

"What are you doing here?" He asked in Portuguese.

"I'm here to see you. I know you missed me." She shrugged nonchalantly with a grin, moving in closer to him, patting his shoulder and then walking into his kitchen. Again without an invite.

"Thought you said you never wanted to speak to me again?" He smirked walking over to the girl who was perched on his counter, legs dangling.

She shrugged her shoulders not giving him a verbal answer.

"What if I'm seeing someone and they're here? You've just randomly turned up." Richarlison stated.

"You? Seeing someone?" She let out a hearty laugh.

"I'd be surprised it lasted longer than two days." She mocked, laughing again.

He rolled his eyes at her.

"Plus. You know that no one compares to me." She grabbed the hem of his shirt, holding the fabric between her fingers.

"Debatable." He shrugged, teasingly.

"Shut up." She grinned slowly pulling him closer to her. He was now stood in-between her legs. The pair engaging in intense eye contact. The sexual tension thick.

She leaned in kissing him softly. Teasingly. Dragging out every kiss to make him annoyed. She knew he hated that. He was passionate and wanted everything to be quick and at his pace. All of the other girls he had been with went with his flow, but Lena, she controlled everything. That's why richarlison liked her so much and couldn't rid himself of her.

He grew impatient as expected, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up so he was holding her. He kissed her roughly and then pulled away, walking out of the kitchen with the blonde in his hands and carrying her up the stairs.