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R U S S O 47

R U S S O 47

"How's your freakend?" Jameson asked, adding things to his grocery list.

"My what?" Anastasia asked while stepping from the guest room.

It was currently August, and being out of LA and back in Edgewater meant spending some time with their friends and family. However, Anastasia wanted that beach view, so Mateo made sure his parents's beach house was clear for their stay instead of some hotel.

"Y'all been fucking all weekend; it's a freakend," Jameson explains, and Anastasia laughs loudly into the phone.

"We have not," she confessed. "Felix stopped by, and he's cock-blocking like a motherfucker." While walking through the hall, she gets a camera pushed in her face, and she whines, "Stop filming me."

Mateo zooms in on her face, "No."

She placed the phone to her chest to whisper, "You're disgustingly infatuated with me," starting to round him.

"I tell you that all the time, baby," slapping her ass and grinning because he caught the jiggle on camera.

"A little less force next time, babe."

"A little less force," he mocked her, following her.

Anastasia entered the kitchen, placing her empty dish in the sink.

Jameson gets her attention: "Hold on, girl. I have to call you back. Kyrie's momma is calling me, and that woman gets very emotional when I don't answer. I think I would've appreciated it if she hated me."

"No, you wouldn't," Anastasia says before the two share kisses over the phone, the call ending. She inhales sharply when she feels a stinging sensation on her ass again: "Babe, it hurts."

"I don't care," Mateo told her, spanking her repeatedly.

She grabs his wrist, "Mateo, seriously-"

He listens to her groan when he pinched her, "Cállate la boca."

"Why do you have to be like this?" she groans when facing him, pressing her ass against the sink.

"Stop wearing shorts like those, and maybe I won't react," Mateo tells her straight up. Her shit was hypnotic, but he makes a promise, though: "I won't slap it again."

"I don't believe you."

"You probably shouldn't," he admits with a sigh.

She gestures behind her, "I need to wash these dishes."

"Get to them later," Mateo suggests, taking her arm in his hold.

She notices he's pulling her to him, and she drags, "Whatttt?" acting annoyed, yet her cheeks are squishing her eyes closed.

He twirled her, then brought her into his embrace. She crashed into his chest, being engulfed by him and his sweet, clean scent.

"Nothing," he says, placing his hands over hers and locking their arms around her body.

"So get off of me," she said, even though she leaned on him.

"You really want me to?" He asks against her warm skin.

"No," she says softly, avoiding speaking further to sit in this moment with him.

Believe it or not, they seemed happy right now, but that didn't mean things were always good with them.

Ever since the NFL draft season and her cheer auditions, a lot of stress has fallen on them.

They've been arguing a lot, not seeing eye to eye. It was tension between them, and it went from small things to big things. Miscommunication was involved, and everyone knows that can be a big factor for couples to be at it.