Wrecking the Homewrecker (BOOK 2) EDITING

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Santiago

I woke up and jumped when the first things I saw were the boys' faces, right next to mine.

Josiah laughed and stood up. "Got him."

I looked down at my watch. "Shit."

I jumped out of bed and the boys' eyebrows furrowed together. "Dad, are you okay?"

"You're going to be late for school," I said, quickly slipping into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, "sorry, I slept in."

They ran downstairs and I followed, grabbing my phone from my bedside table.

"Chop chop," I said, "grab a granola bar or something to take in the car."

"You're letting us eat in the car?"

I looked over at them. "Yes, Fred."

He smiled and pulled a granola bar out, Josiah doing the same.

"Alright, you've got backpacks, homework-"

"We've got everything, dad," they answered, making me just sigh and nod.

"Okay."

We rushed out the door and I looked down at the clock in my car. "What the hell? Why is my watch fifteen minutes ahead of the clock in here?"

"Dad, watch your language," Josiah said, "and relax. We're not late now."

"Sorry, guys," I said, shaking my head as I rubbed my tired eyes.

They looked over at me. "So how'd your date go last night?"

Had I seriously kept my distance and proven to myself that if Adora Franklin and I were alone in a room, nothing had to happen?

Absolutely.

"It went well," I said, looking over at Josiah with a smile.

"So it was a date."

"I'm just going with what you guys are saying now. It's whatever."

"Was her dumb fiancé there," Josiah snarled, looking out of the window.

"Hey, we don't call people dumb," I said, "and no, he wasn't."

"Woah!" Freddy yelled, "hold the phone! You mean, you were there with just Adora?"

I chuckled and looked at him through the mirror. "You're a mess."

"I'm just asking a simple question," he said.

"Very dramatically," I said, nodding.

He laughed. "So you were alone with Adora?"

"What do you know about being alone with a girl?"

"Freddy would literally make out with girl after girl on the playground if he knew teachers weren't looking," Josiah said, "dad, you raised a pig. That's what Asad calls it."

"No one better be making out with anyone, considering you're not even twelve yet."

"Well dad, we're hitting puberty!" Freddy argued, "and Jo, back me up on my case."

I laughed. "You guys for sure woke me up, thank you."

"He was dreaming of Adds," Fred said, nudging Josiah's elbow with a boyish grin.

"I wasn't," I argued.

"Then why did you wake up with, you know," Josiah said, making my eyebrows shoot up over at him.

I just raised my eyebrows and rubbed my forehead. "How about I give you guys the talk this weekend."

"Really?" They exclaimed.

"Yeah," I said, "you're going to be twelve in a few."

"We're men," Freddy said.

"Well you haven't gotten the talk yet, so don't flatter yourselves."

"Hey, dad," Josiah said, "I have a question."

"Mm hmm," I mumbled, turning into the school parking lot.

"How long is your d-"

"Get out," I said, laughing as I opened his door for him, "go to school so you're not late."

He laughed and slipped out of the car along with Freddy. "Bye dad!"

"Love you guys," I said, smiling as I watched them walk into the school.

~*~

Santiago

I tapped my pen against my desk and rubbed my forehead, leaning back in my chair.

I looked around my home office, leaning my head back on the cushion of my chair.

I sighed and raked my hands through my hair.

Why was I still thinking about Adora?

All the looks I'd paid her without her knowing.

"She's getting married," I mumbled to myself, shaking my head.

I knew going to the dinner would be a bad idea because whether I was with her and her fiancé or just her, I'd find a way to admire her.

And since I'd had her to myself no one was there to stop me from admiring her.

I braced my elbows on my desk, my hands fisted together in front of my mouth.

Stop thinking about her.

My phone rang and I picked it up.

Incoming call: Alessandra

I slid my thumb across the screen. "Hello?"

"Hi," she sang, "how's it going?"

I chuckled. "It's going."

I heard her plop down on the couch. "How'd your dinner go last night?"

I sighed and leaned back in my chair again, spinning around. "Not as planned, let's just say that."

"Oh no," she said, "trouble?"

"Oh, no," I said, "absolutely not. It's just that her fiancé wasn't there, that's all."

She paused for a second. "So you were alone with her for three hours?"

I flexed my jaw muscle. "Yeah, I was. And we did a good job of keeping our distance."

"Is that so?" She asked, "did you want to keep your distance?"

I pursed my lips together for a second. "No, I didn't. But she's getting married, so I kind of had to."

"Listen Santiago," she said, "nothing between heaven and hell, let alone a wedding ring, can stop you two from being together if it's-"

"Don't say it," I said, chuckling.

"I'm just saying," she said, "she's not married yet."

"Well she's going to be," I said, "and she's happy. I'm happy that she's happy."

"No you're not," she answered, "you want her to be happy with you, and you know it."

I shook my head. "It was just the spur of the moment. We were alone, we had every opportunity."

"And from what I'm hearing, you didn't take it."

I just sighed and furrowed my brows together. "You're absolutely right."

I could hear her smile through the phone. "Are you at work?"

"I'm working from home," I said.

"How about I pick the boys up today?" She asked, "you seem like you're busy, and you've just got a lot on your mind. I'll keep them tonight."

"You don't have to do that, Sandra."

"I'm their mother," she said, "so I can. They have clothes at my place. Just clear your mind, okay?"

I slowly nodded. "Okay."

~*~

Santiago

Countless drinks and I'd become the slightest bit of woozy, driving through the city of Seattle.

At least it was an open road.

It was late, I was tired of thinking about her.

So I drank.

I turned my music up as loud as it could go in my car, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel as I pulled the bottle of whiskey up to my lips.

I eventually stopped at my building and parked in a parking place, leaning my seat back as far as it would go. I tipped the bottle back again, flexing my jaw muscle as I realized it was almost gone.

I sighed and pulled the key out of the ignition, opening my door. I walked up to my building, unlocking the door and walking inside.

I looked down at my watch and rubbed my eyes. 10:49 P.M.

I got in an elevator and it took me up to my office, making me step off of the elevator and open my silver doors.

I plopped down in my chair and placed my bottle of whiskey on the ground, looking out of my picture windows at the city below me.

I let out a heavy sigh. I wasn't anywhere near drunk, persay, but I was woozy in the slightest. I had a high alcohol tolerance. It was easy for me to drink a bottle of whiskey and be able to drive.

I heard my doors open and I looked over at them.

"Santiago, what are you doing here?" Catherine asked, her heels crashing against the floor with each step she made.

I puckered my lips out. "I'm looking at the city."

She furrowed her brows together. "You get to do that everyday."

"Well, I wanted to do it tonight," I said, "shun me."

"Are you drunk?" She asked.

"Not yet," I said, smiling as I opened the bottom drawer of my desk. I pulled out another bottle of whiskey that was half full.

"Something's bothering you," she said, sitting down on my desk, "you only drink when something's bothering you."

"You don't know me as well as you think you do."

"Why are you drinking, Santiago?"

"Because I can," I said, "because I'm a forty year old man with problems."

"You're living your best life, according to everyone ever."

"Well everyone ever doesn't matter to me," I said.

I stood up and walked around my desk, her eyes following me. I leaned against the front of my desk, pulling the bottle of whiskey up to my lips again.

Her hand slipped around my arm as she walked over to me. She stood in front of me and rested her hand on my abdomen. "I can help it."

I just looked down at her with a blank expression on my face, flexing my jaw muscle as she sunk to her knees. I just raised my eyebrows casually and took another drink, her pulling my pants down having no effect on me.

I felt her mouth on me through my boxers, so I just tipped the bottle back again.

"Just relax," she whispered, making me roll my eyes.

She pulled my boxers down and I felt her mouth begin to move against my member, having zero effect on me. I pulled the bottle up to my lips, sighing as I drank a little bit more with each drink I took.

"Does that feel good?" She asked, smiling against me.

"Hmm," I answered. It really didn't have an effect on me.

My eyes skimmed the skyline. All the big buildings held my focus, not the woman on her knees sucking me off.

The only person who had ever had such an effect on me while doing this was one person, and I refused to mention her name.

You have to forget about her. You have to forget about her.

I let out an angry sigh, throwing the bottle of whiskey back as I downed the rest of it.

"Am I making it better?" She asked, moaning against me.

"Sure," I slurred, "you're dismissed now."

She looked up at me with furrowed brows. "What?"

"I didn't stutter," I said, "you're dismissed now."

"O-okay," she stuttered, quickly rising to her feet.

I pulled my pants and boxers back up, earning an embarrassed look from her. "I hope it gets better."

I flexed my jaw muscle and shot her one last look as she exited my office.

And soon enough, I crashed on the couch in my office.

~*~

hi guys. I kNO U HATE ME AHAHAHH

but he brushed her off as he does literally everything (except mami)

how did you guys enjoy this chapter solely dedicated to santy? no Adora??

u guys better be buCKLED tf in bc there is SO much that happens within the next few chapters omg. just.... stay safe.

ALSO DID WE ENJOY THIS DOUBLE UPDATE TODAY ❤️❤️ I really enjoy treating you guys to double updates when I can. sis didnt sleep last night so I just wrote for u guys. pretty nice, yeah??

hah. I love u guys so much. I hope ur ready for the next few chapters ;))