𝐈𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, maybe staying best friends is better than jumping into a relationship neither was mentally prepared for.
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𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝗼𝐬𝐬𝐢 is a twenty-three-year-old influencer who just finished getting her degree in accounting. Although he...
IT'S been exactly two weeks since Carlos last heard from Alana. Of course, he's seen her around town but she would just ignore him or make up an excuse when he tried to talk to her and it was getting on his nerves.
He just wanted to hear her angelic voice at least one more time but because of his teammate Charles, it felt wrong to talk to her.
It was around nine p.m., so Alana must be home.
The drive to her flat was at least around ten minutes. During those minutes, Carlos listened to whatever was on the radio before cutting on songs he enjoyed listening to.
But finally, he arrived and her sister opened the door.
"Are you here for Alana?" Allison had on a pair of sweatpants and most likely one of Arthur's tee-shirts. "Uh, yeah. I need to talk to her, it's very important." Carlos stated. "She's in her room, I doubt you don't know where it is." the younger girl playfully winked.
Alana wasn't in her room though, she was enjoying her hot shower while listening to one of her playlists that featured Kendrick Lamar, Playboi Carti, and other artists.
Around ten minutes later, she got out of the shower and changed into a black cropped tank top, and black and white plaid booty shorts.
After drying her long brown hair, she pulled it into a low ponytail.
"What the fuck!" she gasped as her eyes met with Carlos sitting on her bed. "Alana, please just talk to me." he got up.
"Why are you in my room," she stepped back. "I'm in your room because, for the last few days, you're the only thing that has been running through my mind. And it's getting on my goddamn nerves, every moment we shared keeps replaying every day," he explained.
"Oh, is that so." Alana ran her fingers on Carlos's chest, "Yes," he mumbled.
He let the brunette run her fingers around his body until she stopped at his pants. "Keep going." Carlos let out a groan as she pulled his pants and boxers down.
"I forget how big this is every day." Alana wrapped her hand around his halfway hard member. "Oh god, don't stop." he whimpered as his cock grew fully hard.
She then went on his knees and kitty-licked the tip that leaked of pre cum. She soon stuck her mouth fully on his member and used on hand to play with his swollen balls.
"Fuck, that feels great." Carlos's head fell back.
Every movement the younger female made had him a whimpering mess until he cummed in her mouth. "Shallow," he panted and she obeyed.
Then the two heard Allison yell, "Stop fucking! It's disgusting to do that while I'm here!"
"Sorry!" Alana yelled back.
"We do need to talk though," Carlos pulled his pants up. "We do." the woman sat on her bed.
"As much as I enjoy this sneaking around from time to time, can we either make things official or end whatever this is? Because I love you and I want the whole world to know." he said, "I'm so sorry, I don't think I'm ready for an actual relationship yet." Alana couldn't even look at him in the eyes. "Maldito infierno, you still love Charles. Don't you?" "I don't know, he moved on but I can't. And I used you as a rebound. I'm so sorry."
The saddest part was realizing that they could've made it work. If she truly were in love with Carlos, she would've fought for him. But she didn't, and that just means that Carlos loved her more than she loved him.
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