Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack.
"That's for spray painting my car," I said.
Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman."
"Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her...
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Esmeralda's POV
The days dragged on in a blur of pain and confusion. I didn't expect to miss Caleb this much, but his absence was suffocating. My thoughts were consumed by memories of our nights together, the stolen kisses, the heated moments that felt electric. I felt alive with him, but now, all that remained was emptiness.
Caleb had tried to distance himself from me, but I wasn't about to let him off that easily. I had a plan. I needed to show him that I was more than just Trevor's little sister; I was a force of nature, and I wouldn't let him forget me that easily.
The next afternoon, I caught wind of Caleb's gang meeting. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I drove to the abandoned warehouse where they apparently usually gathered. I parked a distance away, my heart racing at the thought of confronting him.
As I approached the building, I could hear their laughter and shouts spilling out into the alleyway. I crept closer, trying to stay hidden in the shadows. I needed to get under Caleb's skin—fast.
I grabbed a can of spray paint from my bag and made my way to his car, a sleek black beast that screamed danger. My fingers trembled with excitement as I began to tag it with bold letters: "MAN WHORE." I stepped back to admire my handiwork and couldn't help but smirk.
Before I could continue, I heard voices approaching. I ducked down, heart pounding in my chest.
"Yeah, man, Trevor is weak," Caleb's voice rang out, and I could picture him, leaning against a wall, arms crossed, surrounded by his gang. "He's got everything handed to him, and he's too scared to take a risk."
My gut twisted. How could he say that about Trevor? No wonder- they hate each other.
"Just you wait," Caleb continued, his voice low and full of determination. "Once I get my hands on Trevor's legacy, he'll wish he never crossed me. He's nothing compared to what I'm capable of."
I felt a rush of anger and betrayal. He was plotting against Trevor? I had to confront him, but I needed to do it on my terms.
I stood up, taking a deep breath, and marched into the warehouse. The moment I stepped inside, all eyes turned to me. The atmosphere shifted, and a heavy silence fell over the room.
"Esmeralda?" Caleb's eyes widened, surprise mingling with annoyance. "What the hell are you doing here?"
I glanced around at the gang, feeling their eyes on me, but I focused solely on Caleb. "I came to remind you who I am," I said defiantly, stepping closer. "You think you can just push me away? I'm not going anywhere."
"You're just a fucking distraction get the fuck out, Esmeralda," he snapped, but there was something in his eyes—an internal struggle, a flicker of desire mixed with frustration.
"Then I'll just have to be the best distraction you've ever had." I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "You can't resist me, Caleb."
I could see the conflict in his eyes, the way his breathing quickened. I stepped back just enough to gauge his reaction, and the way he clenched his fists told me everything I needed to know. I was getting to him.
I knew he craved me, and I wasn't about to let him forget it. I turned on my heel, sauntering out of the warehouse, and glanced back over my shoulder. "Oh, and by the way..." I added, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. "You might want to check your car. I think it needs a little... touch-up."
The moment I stepped out, I heard the chaotic roar of laughter behind me, and I felt a rush of satisfaction. I had made my mark, and I was just getting started.
