Drenched

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Santiago's soft lips engulfed mine as his arms were wrapped around me. I started to deepen the kiss, getting lost in the moment.

Suddenly I realized what was going on. I pushed him away from me and looked at him with fire in my eyes. I took a second to catch my breath.

"What the fuck was that?"

He smirked at me and looked me up and down.

"What you just did was the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

He licked his lip, unable to take his eyes off me. I scoffed and turned around. This man practically kidnapped me, and he just kissed me?

"I'm paying off my father's debt to you. I barely know you and was told my whole life that you're a horrible monster and you just kiss me?"

Santiago stood there. His eyes were filled with desire as he was unfazed by me yelling at him. Regardless of how devastatingly handsome he was, I couldn't do that. I barely knew him and I vowed to never mix business and pleasure.

"I want to go home."

Santiago said nothing as he grabbed his coat and made his way for the door. I followed behind him. I just wanted to lock myself in my room. All I wanted to do was escape his presence. I needed time to think.

We walked out a side door and towards his Lamborghini. Santiago offered to open the door but I pushed by him and did it myself. I watched as he walked around the car and pulled out his phone. He briefly talked on the phone before getting in and swiftly pulling out of the parking lot.

The trip to his house seemed longer than normal. As we sped down the roads, I watched as the cars passed by us. We pulled down the long driveway and there was an unfamiliar car there. A large red pickup truck was parked outside the garage. I didn't pay much mind to it, I was too upset to care what or who was here.

Just as Santiago pulled the car into the garage, I got out and slammed the door behind me. I stormed through the house and up the stairs to my room.

I took off the dress and threw it to the side before pulling on sweatpants and a shirt. I was angry, confused, frustrated, but most of all, I couldn't forget the sweet taste of his lips. I couldn't forget how soft his lips felt and how warm his body felt against mine.

I grabbed a joint I had from my bag before making my way back downstairs. My eyes were blinded by rage, so I didn't see who was around. I made my way through the kitchen and out the back door. I walked down the steps till I reached the pool. I laid back on one of the pool chairs before lighting the joint.

I took a few hits and let the herbal aroma relax me. I closed my eyes and tried to forget about tonight. No matter how hard I tried, the memories of my exchange with Santiago couldn't be forgotten.

"Good to see you again."

The sudden voice startled me. I opened my eyes and saw Mateo standing above me. I wanted to be left alone, but it wasn't Mateo I was mad at.

"Your brother is a piece of work."

I rolled my eyes and passed him the joint.

"Dímelo a mí."

He sighed as he passed the joint back. I thought for a second then let out a small laugh.

"You guys know I don't know Spanish right?"

Mateo let out a hearty laugh and took a seat next to me.

"Sorry, I always forget. After spending so much time in Puerto Rico, I forget people don't know Spanish."

I looked over at Mateo as he studied my features.

"Did you live there?"

Mateo reclined into the seat.

"Yeah, I just came back."

He put his hands behind his head. Both he and his brother had an amazing physique.

"I never knew Santiago had a brother."

As long as I have known about the Ramierez family, I only knew about Hugo and Santiago. There was no mention of anyone else.

"Yep. Papa wanted Santi to take over since he's older and I never had an interest in it. So as soon as I turned 18, I moved back to Puerto Rico."

I turned to Mateo and sat up in my seat.

"So why did you come back?"

Mateo sighed before replying.

"Santi may be 9 years older than me, but he still needs my help."

If Mateo looked my age then how old was Santiago? As a matter of fact, where was Santiago? After the ride home, I haven't seen or heard from him.

"Where is he? I haven't seen him since we got back and I wanted to apologize."

Mateo shrugged his shoulders before getting up from the chair. 

"Beats me. Whenever he was mad when we were kids, he'd always hide until he wasn't upset anymore, then act like nothing ever happened."

They had such a different upbringing than I did. Although my father was in the business that he was, I was always loved and supported. By the way, both of these men carry themselves, I'm not sure the same can be said. 

We made our way into the house and found the kitchen empty. The whole house was silent. I wasn't quite tired yet and since it was Friday, I wouldn't have to get up early tomorrow. Maybe I could avoid talking to Santiago for a little while longer. 

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

Mateo gestured towards a closed door on the far side of the living room. I didn't want to be alone with my thoughts so I followed him in. 

The room had a large sectional couch facing a huge screen. Mateo was much more laid back than his brother. The difference between them was almost night and day, despite how similar they looked. Although he had his moments, Santiago was much more intense and dark than Mateo. 

I sat down on the couch as Mateo put on a movie. He sat down on the couch next to me, but still keeping space between us. I wasn't sure what movie he put on, but as soon as I was on the couch, I could feel my eyelids getting heavy. Before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep.