Loving the Homewrecker (BOOK 3)

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Adora

I walked out of the bathroom, leaning against the threshold. I watched Santiago's long limber fingers type furiously on the keyboard of his laptop, my lips pulling up into a grin.

"You look like you're in college all over again, trying to get an essay written in five minutes."

He sighed and raked his hand through his hair. "That's what it feels like, too."

I walked over to the bed and plopped down on it. "Anything I can help you with?"

He smiled over at me. "No, thanks. Can you go downstairs and make sure Alessandra shows up? I'm supposed to be professional and at work for this call-"

I cut him off by pressing a kiss to his lips. "Yes."

I just smiled and hopped off of the bed. I walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind me, jogging downstairs.

I was clad in usual casual attire, which happened to be one of Santiago's flannels and leggings.

"Morning, boys," I greeted pressing kisses to their heads.

"Morning, Adds," they greeted.

I looked down at my phone.

7:32 A.M

I bit on my bottom lip sliding my phone in my leggings. "Your mom is picking you guys up right?"

"Mm hmm," Freddy answered, "she said she should be here at like, 7:30."

I just nodded slowly. "Okay."

There came a knock on the door and the boys jolted up to get it. They opened it ad there stood Alessandra, her baby bump growing daily.

"Mom's here and ready to eat breakfast with you guys," she sang, wrapping her arms around their necks. "Get your backpacks so we can go."

I pursed my lips together. Alessandra and I learned to just keep a distance from each other and that was that.

"Morning, Adora," she greeted

My eyebrows shot up in shock. I wasn't expecting her to say anything to me.

"Good morning," I said, smiling over at her.

Alessandra was already clinically proven to be bipolar and she'd gone to therapy and counselling for it. But pregnancy seemed to make it a bit worse, and seemed to make every women bipolar anyways.

"Love you, Adds, have a good day," Josiah said, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"Love you too, kiddos."

Fred waved, and Josiah ran to catch up to Alessandra and Fred and they closed the door behind them.

I jogged back upstairs. I cracked the door and saw Santiago sitting on the bed in the same position he was ten minutes ago, his phone cradled between his shoulder and ear.

"Yeah, Van, it's good to hear from you," I heard him say, his chuckle resonating through the room.

I opened the door wider and walked inside, my bottom lip between my teeth.

He just smiled and raised his eyebrows, making me fold my arms over my chest. I sat down on the bed grabbing his closed laptop from on top of his legs. I placed it on his nightstand and crawled in bed beside him.

Santiago was perfect. Here he sat in bed clad in sweats and no shirt, no excess skin on his abdomen, his abs still very prominent even when sitting down. His arms were beautiful and bulky and he had just the right amount of chest hair. He was absolute perfection.