blood runs black

XV

'but honey that dick was eleven inches'

- ayesha erotica

dior

Dior went straight to Sofi's house after leaving Enzo's penthouse. She was lucky that the big, black leather jacket she borrowed (took without him knowing) from her brother was in her car, because she was dressed quite seductively and out of respect for the Reyes family, she didn't want to be so immodest in their house.

She was also lucky she had makeup in her car, because as much as Sofi's parents seemed to be aware that she was being abused, she'd never told them outright. And she'd rather not excessively worry them for no reason.

She had a key to their house, but despite that, she knocked on the front door. It felt wrong, because even if she was practically family, she never wanted to intrude by just walking in. If the Reyes' were talking about something personal, despite Dior being part of those personal conversations most times, she didn't want to interrupt.

Carlos, Sofi's little brother, was the one to open the door. "Dior!"

"Hi Carlos."

Carlos gave Dior a once over, stepping aside to let her enter. "You look gorgeous."

"Thanks, Carlos."

"You know.. I'm still single." Carlos grinned. "And I have potential, okay? I know I'm a little short right now, but just wait. I promise I'll be all tall and strong soon. I mean, my dad's over six foot, so surely I'll get there too."

"You're also fifteen."

"So what?"

Dior couldn't help but laugh. "I'm seven years older than you, Carlos, you gotta let me go."

"But you're so.. so." Carlos whined. "Sofi's so annoying for having gorgeous friends that are 'too old' for me."

"Aww, I thought I was the only one you're in love with."

"You are. You're my favourite of her friends."

"Real sweet, Carlos, but we're still never gonna be a thing."

Carlos pouted, mumbling under his breath how unfair it was when Sofi's parents came up to them. Victoria put her hand around Carlos' shoulder, and then smiled, looking at Dior. 

"Dior, mija, how are you?" She smiled, and then turned to Carlos. "Go off now. Stop harassing my second daughter."

Carlos rolled his eyes and went back upstairs.

"I'm good, Mama Reyes." Dior smiled back. "Sofi's still asleep?"

"You know she is. Silly girl doesn't get out of bed until the afternoon."

"I would've been asleep till afternoon too."

"You hungry, mija?" Victoria asked. "I have some empanadas left over from dinner last night. I can heat them up for you and Sofi whilst you have your little gossip session."

"You know us so well."

"That I do." Victoria hugged Dior quickly. "You look beautiful, by the way."

"Thank you." 

"Go on."

Dior nodded, going upstairs to Sofi's room. As expected, Sofi was still asleep, and instead of Dior waking her up, she simply took off Rafael's jacket, left it on Sofi's desk chair, took off her heels and then climbed into bed next to Sofi. She didn't fall asleep, because Sofi sat up groggily and looked at Dior.