WEST COAST 18+

18.

W E S T C O A S T

Daniela and Britt still had issues, but it was hard to give a damn about it when she was replaying her and Enrique's conversation. She really should've invited him over last night because Enrique easily kept Daniela worked up over him, making her think so many nasty things and be bubbly even when he wasn't around.

But when she wasn't cheesing over that, she was zoning out. She was still bothered by the situation and went to reach out only to find out Britt blocked her. Britt couldn't drop Omar when he treated her wrong, but she was willing to drop her friend over that. Daniela was really over it then. Fuck feeling apologetic.

She had other things to focus on, like the playlist for the party. While being in Enrique's ride a few times, Daniela picked up on some songs he liked and added them for tonight. She was certain she was ready to entertain and prepared to have some fun.

"Hola, baby," Enrique said all smiley, opening his front door to find Daniela behind it.

Daniela foolishly mimicked his smile, "Sup playa?" going to dap him up, causing him to glare down at her.

Enrique eyed her with so much disgust, holding onto the door. "Fuck is you doin'?"

Very amused, "I'm saying hi."

"Not like that."

"You're gonna leave me hanging?" Daniela asks, Enrique slapping her hand away from him to prove he was.

"I am," he responds, Daniela putting her hand down. Enrique quickly fixed his face, trailing his gaze from her head to her toes and smiling at her appearance.

Daniela wiggled her brows twice. "I look good, don't I?"

"Siempre te ves bien," Enrique said, locking eyes with her. you always look good.

"Muchas gracias," thank you very much.

His face took on shock. "You understood that?"

Daniela nods, "Yes, and big booty, and fine ass, and sexy, wife, and I love you—"

"I love you too, baby," Enrique interrupts.

She cracks a smile, "you-" she shakes her head. "Are you gonna let me in?"

"If I let you in, we going up them stairs," Enrique makes clear, Daniela kissing her teeth and pressing her fingers on his chest to shove him back. Enrique let her move him, watching her intently and opening the door further for her to enter.

"I gotta head back out for the equipment, but—" Daniela barely making it two steps in before she felt his hand wrap around her arm, Enrique gently but quickly pressing her against the wall.

"You ain't gotta worry about that. I'll get somebody to do it," he said, taking the car keys out of her hand.

Daniela struggled to swallow, clearing her throat as she glanced at the two coming their way. Her eyes found Enrique's again, and hers held wonder, Daniela feeling the prickles of heat tickle her back. An inhale came in sharp from her, her stomach filling with air when she thought about how quick he'd grab her if she moved.

She spoke softly, "You needed something?" going back and forth between admiring the loose fit of the long-sleeve white shirt he had on and the attraction in his face.

Enrique hums, his attention falling to her pink, glossy lips. "I feel like we ain't get to finish our conversation last night. I called you like three times after, and you sent me straight to voicemail."

Daniela pressed the tip of her tongue to the inside of her cheek as he took a step towards her. She could feel this soaring temperature as he towered over her, Daniela focusing on the silver chain at his neck. "I didn't see your calls."