Torn in two

Chapter 8

"I'll get it," Zak trots to answer whoever was pounding their fist on the door.
Assuming it was a singular person.
Oh no, what if it was a crazy ex girlfriend.
Or worse: a current girlfriend.
I didn't notice Cindy came over to stand next to me until her shoulder bumps mine.
What the hell. Her eyes wide, reflecting the same thoughts as mine.
When Zak opens the door, the mystery person pushed past him making Zak jump back.
"What the fuck do you pendejos think you're doing? Jefe has been calling your phones for hours! He needs us to—" the new figure halts in his tracks once noticing Cindy and I standing there. "Oh hello," he offers us a genuine smile showcasing his exceptionally white teeth. He's bald and short, but he's beyond buff. He could probably carry both Cindy and I over his back with zero issues. He was also heavily tattooed. Fingers, hands, arms, neck, even some scattered across his face. This didn't make him any less attractive though, if not, more so.
He came across like a pit bull. Ferocious exterior with a loud bark, but actually sweet and loving.
Until he turns his back on us and looks at Zak.
"Dame cinco minutos, Carlos," Zak says genuinely looking intimidated.
The man now known as Carlos points directly in Zak's face, "five minutes, Cabrón," he sneers and slams the door behind him shaking the wooden frame. 
Okay, maybe not a pit bull.
Zak let's out an audible sigh and rakes his fingers through his dark messy hair.
He looks slowly from the door over to Diego and they exchange unspoken words.
Diego nods and stands up straighter, "let me drive you ladies home," he offers.
What was going on?
"Okay, Dee," Cindy murmurs.
Oh, she gave him a nickname.
"I'm going to change really quick," I say and turn quickly to grab my things from Zak's room.
I get to his room and scoop my dress off the floor and start taking off Zak's shirt.
"You don't have to change, keep it," Zak says leaning against the door frame behind me.
"What was that? And who was that?" I ask exasperated.
"Carlos is," he ponders, "dramatic," he chuckles. "He's our friend and needs help with something I forgot about, so now he's upset," he shrugs.
Something.
I don't really know much about Zak apart from his occupation and I don't really think it's my place to press further.
"Okay," is all I say.
I gather my phone from the dresser and stuff it inside my purse. I knew Zak was looking so I made sure when I bent down to grab my heels off the floor, he had a good view of my ass. I can hear his grunt of approval. Shoving my heels and dress under my arm, I was now prepared for my walk of shame. 
I turn around and am surprised by how close Zak was. I didn't hear him cross the room.
His hands grab both sides of my face and our lips connect. His lips move hungrily for more, prying my mouth open to dance with my tongue. He tastes sweet from the orange juice still. He removes one hand from my cheek and moves it to tangling himself in my hair so he can lift my chin upwards. His mouth nibbles and licks down my neck, landing at my collar bone, as he presses himself closer to me.
I let out a moan and accidentally drop my purse.
"Whoops," he murmurs against my skin, answering for me.
His lips make their way back to mine.
He slows the pace and this kiss becomes more intimate. We both don't want this to end here. He finishes the kiss by dragging his teeth gently across my bottom lip.
I shiver.
He laughs amused and grabs my purse off the floor for me, also taking my clothes from under my arm.
"I'll see you sooner than you think, Nikki," he says my name making it sound like a promise.
"I would hope so," and I meant it.
I haven't felt this level of intensity with any man before and I want to explore it.
He leads me out of his room and towards the front door. The cups and juice were no longer on the counter and Cindy nor Diego were in sight. Once we were outside I was confronted by the sound of a loud engine revving. Infront of us was a coke white Nissan GT-R. Cindy was standing with the passenger side door open and had her seat bent forward.
"Get in," she hollers, clearly giddy.
This really made me wonder what the hell Diego does for a living.
Zak bends down in the car and places my items in the backseat. He gives Diego a handshake before backing out of the car.
He gives Cindy a nod before whipping around to look at me. And if she saw those flames of desire in his eyes I surely would have felt embarrassed.
He closes the distance and gives me a goodbye kiss. The kiss is long, considering our audience, but all my cares are washed away.
I sigh.
"Later, bebesota," he whispers in my ear before walking back inside.
I climb in the backseat and Cindy unfolds the seat, hopping in.
"¡Vamos!" Diego hollers and squeals his tires as he pulls away from the curb. Some reggaeton artist was thumping in the background but the wind around us drowned out the words.
We speed past rows of townhomes lining both sides of the street.
This man either drove really fast or Cindy didn't live that far away. Most likely both options. He pulls into the driveway behind my Tahoe and Cindy's pearl Mercedes. Diego turns down the music as Cindy gets out of the car, pushing the seat forward for me to climb out.
"¡Ahí nos vemos!" I wave to Diego.
He grins while shooting me a wink.
Once I'm on solid ground, I walk ahead of Cindy so she can say goodbye.
"It's always been my fantasy to—" I speed walk to the front door so I wouldn't hear the rest of Diego's sentence. 
I fish out the key from under the doormat to let myself inside. Once in her townhome I collapse onto the overly firm leather sofa. I usually hate how stiff the cushions are, but today they alleviate my soreness. After a couple minutes Cindy closes the door and I look up to find her blushing.
This girl hardly blushes.
This man already has her smitten.
She notices me watching her and a contagious smile spreads to the both of us.
"You first," I pat the cushion next to me for her to spill the details of her Diego escapades.