Hired (Richard Camacho Fanfic)

Part 11|| dolor de cabeza

                      J U L I E T T E

"Richard, stay still! How can I draw you if you keep moving!?" I groan, while throwing a small pillow at him. We were outside in his yard, laying on a picnic blanket, some fresh fruit, and junk food, just hanging out enjoying the nice weather. His backyard was huge. You could honestly fit a whole other mansion back here.

"Okay, okay I'll stop." He laughs as he repositions himself. "And hurry up, you're taking a thousand years." I noticed that Richard is VERY impatient. He constantly complains about how much time I'm taking on his drawing, but he doesn't understand that I perfect everything as I go.

"Don't you think this is romantic?" He asks as he reaches for a strawberry and takes a bite of it. "I feel like Rose in the scene where Jack drew her and her titties were all out." He was shirtless actually, and I was trying so hard to not look down to his abs and blush. I laughed at his comment.

"Tu si hablas, Richard. Calladito te ves más bonito." I joke, and he rolls his eyes at me.

"You know I'm sexy regardless," he wiggles his eyebrows at me but I just roll my eyes back at him. It's true, but I couldn't tell him that..."Oh, yeah, that reminds me, make sure to get my muscles too." He brings his biceps up and flexes them as he kisses them. "I'm hanging this one up in the living room."

"What? Like a shrine? Come on, what are you supposed to say to your family when they walk in?" I laugh a bit, and he shrugs.

"That I wanted to showcase my sexiness and show my love for the arts, duh." He jokes, and I laugh harder. He's so stupid.

"Hey, you said that out loud!" He whines, throwing the half eaten strawberry at me. My mouth opened wide in shock when the strawberry stains my Versace white top.

"This is designer, you bestia!" I throw it back at him and huff as I head inside the house to remove the stain. Richard follows close behind me, laughing at me. I run the water from the sink and use some Tide detergent to wash the right boob of my shirt.

"Here let me help, Miss High Maintenance." Richard takes a wet cloth to the top, and begins to rub on the red spot. "Oh, shit." I see his eyes go wide as he mumbles this, and I can see my bra through the transparent wet part of the top. I blush immediately and push Richard away.

"See! You only make things worse!" I exclaim as I turn in embarrassment.

"Oh come on, no tienes que tener vergüenza. I've seen plenty of bras and boobs before," He reminds me. Gosh, yeah, how appropriate it is for him to bring up his hoes right now..

"Gee, thanks for the reminder! I almost forgot how much of a fuck boy you are." I sarcastically say as I take a napkin and use it to cover over the patch. "Now if you'll excuse me I got to go change my top." I pushed past him and he followed close on my tail.