𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 ⇢ richard camacho

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{♡}

With a loud 'bang' the front door closes. I look at my phone and read the time. 3.34 am. I couldn't sleep because of my belly ache and nauseousness. I eventually ended up downstairs in the bathroom next to the toilet.

"If it's a murderer, I can't kick his ass this time." I mumble, pinching the bridge of my nouse.

"Ay mamí what are you doing here?" He softly asks, making me look up into his brown eyes.

"Trying not to throw up again." I answer him with a forced smile. What the hell is up with him? When he left he basically called me a whore?

"Oh shit. Uh—you good? Don't you want to lay in your bed? Do you need some water or painkillers, maybe both?" He asks in a caring way, kneeling down next to me. I feel his cold hand on my forehead, probably feeling if I have a fever. "You're hot." He mumbles.

"Well duh, I'm always hot."

"Es verdad, mamí." He chuckles, lifting me off the cold floor bridal style. He walks out of the bathroom, up the stairs.

"Had fun at the club, Rich?" I ask when we arrive at the door of my room. He shrugs and says it was 'ok'. Richard softly lays me down on my bed and pulls the cover over me.

"Buenas noches, mami." He whispers, placing a kiss on my temple. "I hope you feel better tomorrow. Oh—and mañana is actually the day we were supposed to go out in public but if you're not better, nos quedaremos aquí." He softly adds, making his way to the door.

"Gracias, Richard." I mumble as I close my eyes. "Porfa, quédate."

"Claro, nena."

***

I wake up with a major headache and a heavy arm around my waist. I flutter my eyes open and see Richard laying on the covers with his arm around my covered body. I must have been staring at him because he slowly starts to move and opens his eyes.

"Like what you're seeing?" He smirks. The buttons from his blouse from last night are open all the way. Not a bad view if I'm being honest so, yes, I like what I see.

"Tal vez." I grin back, trying to get on my feet but my headache is much stronger than I thought. I groan and lay my head back on the pillow.

"Rest. I'll get you something to eat and some painkillers, we're staying in today." He states.

"We?"

"Pues, sí." He shrugs, walking towards the door.

About fifteen minutes later I hear him stumble on the stairs followed by some curse words.

"Ok, I might have gotten some help from a maid but it's the idea behind it that counts, right?" Richard says when he walks in my room with a tray. On the tray there were multiple fruits, painkillers and a glass of water. "Para mi princesa."

I blush at his comment and sweet actions. "Gracias, Rich."

"De nada. I called Renato by the way to tell him we're staying in today. He's ok with it under the condition that we're a little more active on Instagram today, our insta stories and stuff. Some fans noticed you yesterday with us so that's good."

"Well I am starting my insta stories today with a picture of this sweet 'you-are-sick-so-breakfast-in-bed' tray." I smile at him.

{♡}

xx sophia