Daring to Fall |18+|

10 | dangerous

NOVA

"Ethan."

I let out an annoyed sigh, silently turning to Ramiro. "It's just my brother."

I should've said it's actually my husband and have Ramiro hide in the closet.

Can he go away? Ethan had a bad habit of showing of unannounced. It wasn't regularly, but he popped in whenever he pleased and I didn't find it funny. He had a phone, didn't he?

I looked over at the door, still hearing Ethan knocking his fist against the wood. I almost told him to go away, but I couldn't.

"I don't think I'm ready to meet your family, hermosa," Ramiro said, smirking from where he sat.

"That's disappointing. Here I thought we were making progress," I murmured, cracking a smile, but I was beyond irritated at the interruption.

Ramiro let out a small and deep chuckle, reminding me how stunning his grin was and I really wished Ethan would be quick. I didn't feel for his questions, or the favour he was probably about to ask me. Most of all, I didn't want him to know about the man in my home.

"Nova," Ethan called out, his voice muffled by the only thing between us. "Don't piss me off."

"Miro." I spared him a quick glance. "Please put on a t-shirt."

He was still half naked, casually drinking the tea he had made for himself. Ramiro let out a small, frustrated groan—rolling his eyes when he settled the cup back down on the table.

He wanted to do anything but that.

He stood up, giving me a slight wave of the hand and I watched him walk over to my room. I was quickly distracted by his back and the tattoos and the muscles, until the harsh knocking on my door snapped me out of my thoughts.

Finally opening the door, I came face to face with Ethan. He stood there, irritation plastered all over his features.

"Took you long enough. The fuck is the matter with you?" he asked, scowling at me when he pushed past me and into my apartment. I closed the door behind him, running my hand over my face as I tried to hide how much I didn't want him there.

He was, indirectly, cock-blocking me.

"What's wrong?" I asked, tying my gown.

It didn't seem like there was anything wrong with him. Still, it would have been nice if he told me he was on his way. I glanced down the hall, knowing that Ramiro was just a few feet away and he was about to show up any second.

Perhaps he'd stay there until Ethan leaves.

I doubted it. Ramiro seemed far from the kind to hide away.

Ethan looked over me, frowning. "You're getting ready for bed? Are you seventy?"

"I feel seventy," I said, shrugging at him. Sometimes, I truly did. My gaze drifted from Ethan's face to the hall behind him, watching as Ramiro walked while tugging a t-shirt over his head.

He covered his chest until the fabric covered his stomach, and it was in that moment when Ethan turned to look at him. I didn't see Ethan's face, but I heard his voice.

"Diaz?" he said, his tone hard and stiff and then he turned to me, glaring. "You're kidding me, right?"

His face was hard, almost stoic but he gazed down at me as if I had betrayed him.

"What?" I murmured, confused as I looked from Ethan to Ramiro. "Wait, do you know each other?"

Ramiro didn't seem bothered. No, he was almost amused. He stood there, arms crossed and leaning his shoulder against the wall. Ethan, on the other hand, was giving me the death glare and I felt my heart drop.