A business arrangement forced us together.
His power keeps us tangled.
And every time I try to pull away... I want him even more.
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AMIRA
"I'm so proud of you, muñeca, you've come so far," Said Mario "Thank you. It's so nice seeing my work pay off."
He smiles in return, and I lightly chuckle as I link his awaiting arm with mine.
After a few minutes of walking and talking, he finally says, "So who is he?" I give him a confused expression even though I know damn well who this might be about. "Tall, tan skin, obviously Italian with wavy hair, oh, and the gorgeous tattoos. The one that took you away from me?"
"Oh, you mean Alessandro." I say in the most annoyed tone.
"What's the deal with you guys?" I stop in my tracks and laugh because there really is nothing between us but lust that creeps up whenever we're alone. "Nothing is going on between us, trust me," I say, hoping he will drop it.
"Oh really? Because he was practically eye fucking you all night, at first I thought it was me, but I can't be that delusional, and if his eyes were lasers, you'd be ash. Plus, he seemed hella possessive when he saw us catching up, AND he waited like 20 minutes after you packed up.
Is it that obvious? "Okay, whatever you say." I knew he wouldn't drop it, but at least I got that convo delayed
We walk to his car and search for the nearest club because the night is still young, and I don't know when I'll see Mario again. We drive in silence until the music steals our attention.
The neon lights outside the club flickered in time with the bass-heavy pulse of the music coming from inside. Mario, my long-lost friend, grinned at me, a drink already in hand as he motioned toward the entrance. His usual mischievous glint was in his eyes, the same one that reminded me of summers spent in Puerto Rico, sneaking away from our families to sip cheap rum and gossip until sunrise.
I was already tipsy from the wine at the brand event, but the thought of letting loose—really letting loose—was too tempting to resist.
Mario nudged me with his elbow, his sharp, knowing smile making me roll my eyes.
"No te hagas, amiga. You know we're about to have a damn good time tonight," he said, his Puerto Rican accent dripping from his lips, sending a flutter of nostalgia through me.
I grinned. Mario was always the life of the party, and tonight? It felt like we both needed a night off from the madness of work, the grind of branding, and the goddamn tension I couldn't seem to shake when it came to Alessandro.
We were supposed to be celebrating the brand event, our biggest success yet, but all I could think about was how close I'd been to snapping at Alessandro earlier. How every time he looked at me, it felt like there was a damn storm brewing between us.
We stepped into the club, the thumping beat of the music shaking my chest, the heat of bodies moving around us making everything feel a little too real. Mario immediately slid into the crowd, a cocktail in hand, grinning like a devil on a mission. I followed his lead, not caring about anything else.
