𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣, pedri

❝ if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once. ❞
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Walking down the stairs after what just happened in my room, I couldn't be grinning anymore than I am. I think it's the first time I've brought a woman to my actual bedroom.

I always take them to my hotel room, not taking any risk with giving my actual location.

We didn't even have sex properly, yet I think it's the most satisfying sexual release I've had in a very long time. Or just, ever.

My hair's still wet, I don't have the energy to dry it. Olive's gone to her room to take a quick shower about ten minutes since I made her stink of sex.

I stay shirtless, wearing only my socks and a pair of black shorts walking into the kitchen.

Entering the already lit up room, I find my best friend sat at the counter on his phone. If he really doesn't live here then I should take his key away.

I'm hoping he just got in, because Olive's quite loud. "Hey." I gulp, reaching for the cupboard where the glasses are.

"Hi," He smiles. If he hasn't commented then I'm guessing he didn't hear us. Thank the Lord. I reach for the bottle to pour myself some water. "Pedro." He continues.

I turn instantly, raising a brow as he smirks. Yeah, I should've known better than to think luck would let us in peace.

"You guys are really loud. You're lucky I was the one to arrive before Isa and Paul. That would've traumatized the both of them." He points out turning to look at his phone again, acting unbothered.

I gulp down my cup of water, grab a banana from the corner and take a seat next to him. He looks up at me and notices the dark red slash purple spots the woman's left around my torso and neck.

"You should probably cover that up." He points around the hickeys.

"God no. I'm gonna parade it around and let the world know who I belong to." I smirk, pealing off the banana before taking a bite.

"For God's sake, Pedri." He rolls his eyes, grossed out. How I missed making him all uncomfortable talking about the women I've had encounters with. "At least, put on a shirt. Your siblings are coming in."

"Siblings?" I question the plural of the word.

"Yeah, you know. Paul will become your brother in law when you guys get married later." He grins, knowing it annoys me.

I hit the back of his neck playfully, standing up again to grab my phone which I left next to the water bottle before sitting again.

We sit quietly, me eating my banana and scrolling through my phone while he scrolls through Instagram.

"Pedro González López! I'm gonna kill you!" I was literally waiting for her to come down and yell at me. I smirk, knowing what I've done.

Pablo raises an eyebrow at me, when Olive storms into the kitchen, wearing only shorts and her bra. I honestly prefer that other black one that's basically transparent.

She's fuming, and completely ignores the third party with us in the kitchen. "How the fuck did you leave a hickey on my breast!?"