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CHAPTER THREE!

FRANCESCA'S COUSIN WAS the perfect person to be a rebound

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FRANCESCA'S COUSIN WAS the perfect person to be a rebound. Attractive enough to make Diego jealous, and hot enough to make Alejandra want to sleep with him— which she definitely did want to. He was hot.

"Hey, Fran!" Alejandra called out walking up to Francesca and her cousin, Enzo. But Alejandra wasn't supposed to know his name, yet. "I don't believe we've met, I'm Alejandra. I do prefer to be called Ale, but whatever you call me is fine."

"Ale, this is my cousin Enzo. He's visiting for a couple days. You have a modeling gig, right, Enzo?" Francesca asked her cousin.

"Yeah, it was in Montevideo, but extended my trip to visit mio cugino," Enzo responded. "But you seem to be better company than Fran."

"Excuse me?"

"Wait, Fran. I ran into Marco, and he said he was looking for you," Alejandra told Francesca. "He said it was important."

"You don't want to keep your boyfriend waiting, Franny," Enzo said.

"Don't worry, I can keep Enzo company," Alejandra smiled. "I can be a very good company."

"Okay, you two can go get a room," Francesca said. "I'll see you back at the house, Enzo. See you, Ale."

"If I knew my cousin had beautiful friends, I would have visited a lot sooner," Enzo complimented. "I have a feeling you'll be my dreams tonight."

Woah. "Wouldn't you like to have the real thing and it be a memory and not a dream?" Alejandra responded. Her tongue glided on her bottom lip. She hadn't flirted with anyone in a long time— Diego had been the one flirting more and she fell for it rather than flirt back. "I'm not looking for anything serious," she added. Way to look desperate!

"Are you sure?" Enzo questioned. "Girls usually come back asking for more."

"I think it'll be the other way around— you'll be the one asking for more. One taste, and you'll be addicted." They were both standing very close to each other, and completely forgot they were in public.

Without another word or thought, Enzo connected their lips. His hand went to her neck and pulled her deeper into the kiss. His other hand landed on the small of her back and pulled her closer. They stood in a very public park, kissing where anyone could see.

And the plan worked— Francesca was walking side by side with Marco. Diego was in a deep conversation with Marco until he spotted Alejandra kissing another guy.

 Diego was in a deep conversation with Marco until he spotted Alejandra kissing another guy

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ITS SMUT AFTER THIS— y'all can skip it and it won't hurt my feelings.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

It's the end of the chapter, nothing is after the smut...

LAST WARNING

"Diego, what are you doing here?" Alejandra asked

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"Diego, what are you doing here?" Alejandra asked. No one was home, if there was, she wouldn't have brought Enzo over. When she opened the door, she had only a t-shirt on and Enzo had just left. It was what she needed— a rebound to make Diego jealous and it helped her with her human nature problems.

"You let that guy fuck you?" Diego questioned. Woah, that was fast.

"Why do you care? We're not together anymore," Alejandra shrugged. "I can sleep with whoever I want."

"Nobody else is ever going to make you feel as good as I do," Diego responded.

"I don't know about that, Enzo made me feel really good," Alejandra spoke, but she was quickly cut off by Diego kissing her. He stepped into her bedroom, shutting the door with a kick. His hands went to the back of her thighs and he lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the first solid piece of furniture. She leaned back on her arms as Diego's hand found her core and circled his fingers on her— "Oh my god," she moaned out.

"If he really made you feel good, you wouldn't have been able to walk to the door," Diego commented. "I already have you wet, baby."

"It might be some leftover from En—" Alejandra was cut off by Diego pumping his fingers inside her.

"What were you saying?" Diego questioned. He had a smirk on his face as he watched the way her face looked as she neared. "And I'm just using my fingers. You're almost there, baby. I want to you to cum on my face, baby." Diego knelt down, pulling Alejandra to the end of the desk. He pulled her under off and brought his face to her core. Pressing a small kiss to her inner thigh, centimeters away from where she wanted him. "No one is going to make you feel good but me," Diego said before sucking at her clit. His fingers curled hit the right spot. Her hips bucked, but Diego held them down with his free hand. "That's it, baby. Who's making you feel good? Who?"

"Fu— I'm going to come!" Alejandra moaned.

"I know baby, I feel you around my fingers. You feel so good, baby," Diego said. "You can come when you admit only I can make you feel good."

"Fuck— Diego! Please, you're the only one. You make me feel so good."

"Good girl," Diego stated. "Let go, baby." Alejandra's body had relaxed, and her face was flushed. Diego was staring at her, pride on his face. Alejandra grabbed his hand and brought it up to her mouth, sucking her juices off his fingers. "Ale, you're going to be the death of me."

ya'll I don't even know why I'm so shy about writing smut

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ya'll I don't even know why I'm so shy about writing smut. I've written worse on other stories (that have been deleted/removed)

maybe I've been reading too many romance books with spice in them.

honestly, this is the only smut scene in what I have written.

and I didn't want to update this because of the smut but here's the weekly update....

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