𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 ⇢ richard camacho

fívë

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"Buenos días mi gente." I say with a smile on my face as I walk through the doors of the kitchen. After I put Richard in his bed, like the little drunk baby he was being, I unexpectedly slept really good. It did take a while before Richard was in his room, his stubbornness and drunk flirty moves were annoying as hell. As the caring girl I am I left him some painkillers and a glass of water on his nightstand.

"Buenos días, Valentina." Renat0, Camacho's manager, laughed at my enthusiasm.

"Someone is in a great mood." The PR manager, Edwin, added. "We're not used to that in this household."

The two were seated around the kitchen island. Edwin was on his laptop working and Renato was on his phone with a bowl of cereal next to him.

"I am indeed, I had a good night sleep." I answer while opening the fridge. "Someone else won't be in such a great mood." I mumble softly. As on cue someone stumbles into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Richard." Renato says as Richard walks over to the couch in the living room. With a loud thud he drops himself on the couch, turning on the television.

"As expected, he is less bright in the morning." Edwin says, a little softer so Richard wouldn't hear it. "He's not much of a talker in the morning."

"I see, not much of a fashionista either, looking at his outfit at this hour." I say, making the three of us look at the red haired guy on the couch.

"You know that I can hear you, right?" He says as Renato and Edwin stifle their laughs.

"But you can't see yourself in the mirror, can you." I sass back, making him stand up and walk back towards the kitchen.

"This is Dolce, shawty. Besides, I don't have to look in the mirror to know I look good." He says back with his attitude. He comes closer to me, eventually towering over me. He grabs an apple from the fruit bowl behind me and leaves the kitchen again.

"Question; have you guys met each other yet? Or was this the first time?" Edwin asks, staring at me and the door behind me.

"Complicated. Like, not officially?" I answer vaguely as I walk towards the living room to switch the television off.

"Okay, just remember that you guys have to act like you guys have known each other for months by Saturday." Edwin says, closing his laptop and grabbing his bag.

"Saturday? But I was told Monday, yesterday!" I exclaim.

"Change of plans." Edwin shrugs. "In a week the boys will leave for Premios Billboard de la Música Latina in Vegas. It will look more 'natural' if you're seen more often with him. We've decided that you can publicly announce it that day."

"So I have to know this guy's whole life within two days."

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xx sophia