in which fate, or a robbery, leads Angelica Valentino and Andres De Fonollosa back together after years...
Money Heist Fanfiction
Andres De Fonollosa x fem!OC
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"Where did you leave that lapdog of yours? Alonso was his name, wasn't it?" Andres asked Angelica teasingly. After two bottles of the finest red wine and getting to know each other for a while, the group had decided to go to sleep. Angelica had picked the only room that was left, and coincidentally, it was right next to Andres' room. That also meant that he was going to barge in whenever he felt like it, which he probably would've done anyways.
"Jealous already? That has to be a new record, even for a man with temper like yours." she grinned. "He's probably going to appear in the next few days, he always does." she said, rolling her eyes. She went to get her robe from one of the many unpacked suitcases in the corner, not caring about the man looking at her.
"I wouldn't say jealous." he replied, knowing it was a complete lie. He was in love with her, he had been in love with her since they had started robbing jewelry stores and gas stations together. But he couldn't tell her, not now, because he was as good as dead.
"Of course you wouldn't." the blonde laughed, kicking of her red bottom louboutins like they were nothing. Over the years, she had gotten used to the expensive things that used to be luxuries. Louboutins were nothing to her bank account, nor to the mountains of hundred dollar bills in her basement. As she continued to undress, she could feel Andres' eyes on her body. Sometime, a long time ago, the woman would've left everything behind just to be with him, but that version of Angelica was long gone. Her life was perfect — she had money, trustworthy people that followed her every wish and most importantly, no man that told her what to do.
Alejandro was the only man she was involved with. She hated him in a way, but he did what she told him to without thinking about it, which was why she kept him close for years. She didn't desire a life of being a housewife with a no-good husband, three kids, a big house and a white picket fence. She had her crime filled life and she was more that just fine with it.
"Staring is rude, you do know that, right? Where have your manners gone, Andres?" she teased while slipping her robe over her underwear clad body. The man was silent for a few seconds. The blondes beauty was magnificent — her long hair fell over her shoulders like waves in the ocean, and the make up that was still on her face only defined her features.
"I fear I can't help it." he whispered, walking towards her slowly. It seemed as if he was testing the waters, not wishing to make her uncomfortable. When she didn't show a visual reaction, he stopped in front of her. "I missed you, Angelica. Not seeing you for three years isn't something I'd want to relive." he spoke, looking deep into her blue eyes.
"I've been busy. I'm always busy, you know that." she said.
"I do. That doesn't change the fact that I missed the only woman in my life I've ever truly loved." he said, his voice showing no signs of lies.
Angelica looked him in the eyes and even though deep down she knew he was telling the truth, she couldn't believe him. He had chosen all of his jealous wives over her and for that, she could never forgive him. "This isn't the time for love confessions, Andres. Sergio is waiting for us downstairs." she answered and exited the room without another word, leaving behind a broken man.
