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luara and angelo arrived at his house.
the music was muffled but heard when they got out of angelo's car. he'd been all over her like cheap perfume ever since she let him fuck her. but to say fuck her was an understatement. it was more so the other way around.
he didn't kiss her in the right places, thrust into the right places inside of her, or even make her cum. he was bad at sex, but she didn't tell him that, she just egged him on with her words.
"who's house is this?" angelo chuckled, walking in beside luara, his hand placed on the curve of her ass.
she felt his hand on her, and side-eyed him with hidden irritation, but continued walking further inside, "a friend's. it's his birthday."
"you didn't get him a gift, or a card?" angelo furrowed his brows in confusion, looking around the bustling mansion.
luara didn't respond, but looked around the corner into his living room, spotting some of his friends there, but not him. she brushed it off, approaching them with angelo alongside her.
lionel messi immediately spotted the girl from his glancing around the room, and he greeted her with a smile, "luara, how are you?"
he stood from the couch he was sitting on and kissed her on her cheek, nodding respectfully at the man beside her, shooting her a confused look.
she cleared her throat, "i'm good, you?"
angelo was in shock as he watched the friendly exchange between lionel messi and luara. by friend's party, he didn't know the famous footballer messi would be here.
"yeah, i'm doing okay." lionel smiled, "i didn't know you'd be here."
luara shrugged, "congratulations, by the way. you deserved it."
lionel chuckled softly, grinning at her, "thank you, luara."
after being talked at by one of his other friends, lionel excused himself, leaving luara to tend to angelo.
"messi," angelo laughed in disbelief, pulling luara closer to him, "impressive, but it's not his birthday."
luara hummed in response, distancing herself from him a bit and looking over her shoulder, scanning the room to see if she could spot the man who's birthday it actually was. when she did, she didn't expect to see him making out with another woman.
her expression faltered for a brief moment upon seeing them together, and she looked over the woman that was all over him. she looked to be a little taller than luara, and she was wearing a sparkly green dress.
luara sucked on her teeth, eyes flicking over to neymar just as he pulled away from the mystery woman, hand raking into her wavy brunette hair. he bit onto his bottom lip as he started to glance around, halting when his eyes met with luara's.
