Chapter 7

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Milianna
Downtown- Anitta ft. J Balvin

"Noa, my littoral cooch is out" I said pulling the dress down. It was a pretty dress, black. There's ruffles running diagonally.

"That is the best part, it's not showing but it can. You know, guys dig that" She laughed, looking me up and down.

I am now donning a black dress with spaghetti straps and ruffles, yet it's still tight. Not gonna lie, I actually look hot as fuck.

"But if I sit down..." I trail off. "That's the thing, Mami. You won't be sitting down." Amarra states from across the room now also wearing her club outfit scrolling through her phone.

"You all are insane" I say putting my heels on. I stand my 5'8 self bumped up to a 5'11. "I only live by szalations hun" Noa says standing behind me in the mirror placing her hands on my shoulders.

The club were going to is the most high end club in Barcelona, courtesy of Marra's uncle, Dominc. We got free tickets.

I walk to my room giving Akira a last kiss on her forehead. And walk down stairs.

Words cannot begin to describe how scared I am to be away from her.

"Ah,bonita!" Tìa Elena exclaims clapping her hands. She walks over to me and takes my cheeks into her hands. "You're going to have too fend the hombres off with a stick." She finished slapping my left cheek softly.

"Gracìas, Tìa" I say smiling softly at her.

"Let's go!" Amarra says clapping her hands, but not before her mother smothers her in kisses.

As I climb in the car, I feel my heartbeat in my ears. I take a deep breath and gulp, taking out my phone. The baby monitors vision comes clearly into view showing a sleeping Akira. I can watch this for hours, just knowing she's safe.

Yes, I have a baby monitor on my toddler. No, I don't feel weird or bad about it. I want to know she's safe. I need to know she's safe.

I place my phone back in my small purse and turn to look at the window. The car then comes to a pause infront of a high class club, not the Upper Class kind of jazz club. This was that celeb level life ruining club.

The door unlocks from the outside as a valet helps me out. A whole ass valet!? I don't even think it's his job to help me.

"Thank you" I said smiling at him softly.

"No problem, Señorita" he answers back a slight blush covering his cheeks.

Noa and Amarra grabs me by my arms, linking them. We walk into the club and the sound of rhythmic Spanish music booms over the speakers.

We squeeze are way through the crowd of sweaty bodies to the private dance floor that overlooks the real one. We settle ourselves in a far corner, smiling like idiots at eachother.

All of a sudden a all too familiar song makes it's way to my ears. Downtown by Anitta and J Balvin. Our song, it played the night we met when I was passing a bar and they came toppling out. They blasted the song on the way to my home to drop me off and we became friends ever since.

"Downtown!" We yell in unison as we make our way to the middle of the dance floor.

We sing to the beginning of the lyrics. I sway my hips low in a whining movement and come back up. "Ohh!" The girls cheer me on. I let out A laugh.

I clench the glass of whiskey tightly in my hand as my eyes solo in on the girls in the middle of the dance floor, screaming thier souls out to Downtown

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I clench the glass of whiskey tightly in my hand as my eyes solo in on the girls in the middle of the dance floor, screaming thier souls out to Downtown.
More specifically the absolute goddess in the black dress.

Her curls flow down her back sensually. And that dress. Joder, that dress. It showcases every piece of leg stopping right above her middle thigh. Leaving much space for my imagination to dwell.

But something is stopping me from going to her, almost like she's too ethereal to touch or even be close too.

A pat on my back wakes me from the spell she's casted on me.

I don't give Carlos alot of attention. I know he's here, probably ready to talk some shit.

He moves to stand infront of my face his confused face turning into one of knowing and a bit of disbelief.

"Mano, are you... freezing?"

It seems she has pulled me into her trance again but I answer him swiftly. "No hables mierda, Carlos" (Don't talk shit)

"Oh I'm not, you never freeze. Your freezing" he says a humorous grin spreads his face. The song ends and the girls leave the dance floor. I turn my head to Carlos.

"Some woman you just admire from afar, Mano" But I don't want to admire her from afar, I want to admire her from close. Really close.

Carlos scoffs and laughs, shaking his head. "Yeah, Ale. Okay"

I swallow my whiskey, the burning sensation rushing down my body accompanying the heat that spreads over my body everytime I look at the corner of the VIP-section.

I bite my lip and try to think of something that doesn't involve her under or above me. I unbutton a few buttons of my dress shirt hoping to relieve the heat.

Sighing I sit down and spread my legs, placing my glass on the table and then place my hand over my now hard on.

My next race is in two weeks right here in Barça. So I'm home for the next few weeks. Then it's Silverstone, then Abu Dhabi. Then I'm world champ.

No doubt my plan was going home with a girl but I don't want to anymore. Not when I've seen what I could have had.

Speaking of what I could have had. Her dark brown eyes meet mine. I can do this, eye contact. I am skilled in this.

I adjust myself in my seat. I scan her face with a smirk covering my face. There is a delicious tension between us. Makes me wonder how it would be if we where closer. Much more closer, preferably much less clothing too.

A blush coats her skin as she turning her head to talk to her friends. A dimpled smile popping out from underneath the flashing lights.

I let out A low chuckle shaking my head and turning to talk to Carlos.

I hear Carlos say the girl with braids running down her back's uncle works for my father. Dominc Cruz. Good man, I haven't met him alot but I know enough.

Nathaniel opens his mouth for the first time tonight. The poor guy doesn't do crowds. "She's pretty" He says blushing almost a beet red. I asked him if he's comfortable he said yes so here we are.

"Indeed she is" I said smirking.

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Ahhh....this was actually so fun!

Don't hate me! Technically
the didn't meet but they
eye contacted😭

But hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Don't be a silent reader!

All my love and kisses,
Lilac💜

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