💮͓̽His Mistress💮

Just a Little Prank, Papì.

💮Angel's POV💮

"Tesoro."

He grabbed me before I could fully step into the room, his grip firm, his voice rough with tension.

I kept my head low, lips pressed tightly together. I couldn't meet his eyes.

"I—I'm sorry, Raul. B-but I have to leave," I whispered, my voice almost cracking.

His entire body stiffened. "What do you mean leave, Angel?" he snapped, his fingers curling around my arms, forcing me to face him.

"I just... I see how much you love your mom. And I don't want to ruin that," I said, trembling slightly. "If she can't accept us—then I'm sorry. I'll go. But just know I love you so much."

I nudged past him, heading straight for the closet, trying to keep my composure intact.

"Angel." His voice followed me—sharp, demanding, wounded. "Please speak clearly. What happened between you and mamá? What did she say?"

"It doesn't matter, Raul. I'll leave, okay?" I pulled my suitcase from the closet, but before I could lift it, he snatched it from me and flung it into the corner of the room.

"Will you tell me what the fuck happened?!" He bellowed, eyes blazing with a fury I hadn't seen in a long time.

I kept my facade for a little while before it cracked.

I burst out laughing.

Yes. Laughing.

Uncontrollably.

I doubled over, clutching my stomach, eyes squeezing shut as the laughter spilled from my lips like a dam had broken.

Raul stared at me like I'd grown a second head.

"What the fuck is going on with you, Angel?'

Still giggling, I caught my breath enough to pull him by the collar and crash my lips onto his.

"Relax, Raul," I whispered against his mouth, barely containing another laugh. "It was just a prank."

His eyes widened in disbelief.

"You—" Before he could finish, I dodged under his arm, squealing like a child, running across the room as he gave chase.

"Angel!" he barked, hot on my heels.

I darted into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, locking it just in time. Leaning against it, I tried to catch my breath.

"Open the door this instant," he growled, pounding against it.

"What makes you think I will?" I called out, smug.

"Don't make your punishment worse, darling. I won't be spanking you with my hands this time," he warned, voice dark and low.

My thighs clenched. My panties soaked instantly.

"Then I guess I'm not coming out."

"You're not serious, Tesoro. Where do you plan to sleep? On the tiles?"

"The cold tiles will do just fine," I lied through my teeth.

"You're gonna regret this, Angel."

"I probably will."

"Open the door. Now. I won't do anything... maybe." The slight smirk I could hear in his voice made me hesitate.

"You have to promise you won't do anything!"

"I can't promise that."

"Raul..."

"Angel." He called my name like a dare, like a promise, like a threat and a vow all in one.