Zobeida De Jesus was the 20-year-old sister of Zabdiel, a member of CNCO. She was by no means riding her brother's coattails, already a successful actress in a tv show called 'Shadowhunters'. This firey, headstrong, Latina moves to Ecuador with the...
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We got all the way to Uni only to find out class was canceled for the day
So, I guess we're going shopping
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"Zoe," Madison and Edith share a look, having caught their friend in a daze. "Why don't you go try it on? You could wear it for your birthday," The redhead offered up, picking out Zoe's size and thrusting it into her arms. They didn't give her much of a choice, basically shoving her into the nearest empty dressing room. "We want to see it, so don't even think about taking it off!"
Edith snorted at Madison's strong will, casually walking over to the nearest rack. Humming under her breath, she stopped once finding a dress that was one-shouldered and white at the top. The rest was black and tight-fitting, something that would hug her Brazillian curves. Madison had already found her black lace dress at the first store.
"How does it look?"
Zoe stepped out in a very tight and very short black dress. Spaghetti straps rested in her tanned shoulders, a zipper running right down the middle of the entire front. The material ended mid-thigh, showing off her legs. With a low neckline, the dress left her cleavage and one of the known tattoos on display. She had various other tattoos that nobody knew about. Needless to say, Zoe looked stunning in the silk material.
"Woah," Edith gaped along with Madison, admiring their friend. "Damn, girl. Chris might explode seeing you in that," Zoe shot the Brazillian a glare, Madison not having heard the joke since she was distracted by an article of clothing. Secretly, Zoe hoped that was exactly what would happen. "Now we need to find you some shoes and I don't see anything promising here." Nodding, Zoe slipped back inside to change her clothes so she could pay for her dress. Eventually, everyone had found what they needed and got into Zoe's car.
"What're you doing?" Zoe pulled through the drive-thru of Chipotle, confusing the girls. They'd already eaten dinner earlier. "I thought the boys were at a restaurant," Madison had texted Zabdiel to see if they wanted anything, finding out that he was out with the rest of the guys. Zoe had been texting constantly with Christopher for the entire day, just as she always did.
"They are, but Christopher's been craving Chipotle lately." She answered nonchalantly, ordering his favorite meal. Madison and Edith shared a glance from their seat in the back, hiding knowing looks. "Thanks," Zoe took her card back from the cashier, slipping it in her wallet. "Don't touch," She pointed between the girls, sitting the bag of food in the empty passenger seat. Madison and Edith always chose to sit in the back together since Zoe almost always had something in the seat beside her.
"Look, we know you don't want to admit it-"
"Don't," Zoe cut Madison off, nearing the girls shared apartment. "We're friends and that's all so drop it," So, they did and acted as if there was no problem at all. "I'll see you guys tomorrow," Sharing familial 'I love you's', Edith and Madison climbed out of the car to leave Zoe all by herself. Zoe loved driving alone since she could blast her music as loud as she wanted. Today's choice was Dua Lipa, the open sunroof blowing her hair around.
It wasn't long before Zoe arrived home to an empty house, something that so rarely happened anymore. Hoisting all of her bags up to her room, she stripped down and pulled her hair into a messy bun. Zoe had yet to use the tub behind a wall of glass and decided now would be the best time to do so. Lighting a few candles and turning on a relaxing playlist, Zoe slid into the warm water with a pleased sigh.
"I feel a little nauseous and my hands are shaking," She started to sing aloud to her playlist, melodic voice echoing off the glass. "I guess that means you're close by," Zoe crossed her legs on the edge of the porcelain tub, tapping her fingers. "My throat is getting dry and my heart is racing," The water barely covered her nipples, leaving everything above on display. "I haven't been by your side-"
Zoe quieted when she heard footsteps, not expecting her bedroom door to fly open. "Princesa- Oh," Christopher halted in his steps, turning his back to her. "I'm so sorry, I didn't think-" He stammered out an explanation, having just seen what he'd only imagined. It made staying just friends a hell of a lot harder. Christopher stopped when he heard a giggle, confused as to why she wasn't mad.
"Christopher, everyone who's watched Shadowhunters has seen exactly what you just did." Unfortunately, that only made Christopher want to watch her tv show. "You can turn around," He gulped, praying to God that she wasn't completely exposed now. When he did face her again, Christopher found Zoe to be wearing a very thin silk robe. "I'm gonna get dressed, but look beside you." Zoe pointed to her bed where his bag of Chipotle awaited. He still couldn't tear his eyes away from her.
She wandered over to her dresser with her back facing him, carefully sliding on a pair of shorts. Christopher could've passed out when Zoe dropped her robe to the ground, thankful for the dim lighting in the room. Her fingers latched onto one of her looser tank tops, pulling the black material over her head. He'd just looked away when she turned around, softly padding back over.
"You know," He cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. "I think you'd look even better in my clothes." She grinned, perching on the edge of her bed. Rising one eyebrow, Christopher took the look in her eyes as a challenge. "Don't believe me? Here," Pulling off his favorite red hoodie, he kneeled in between her legs. Zoe let him gently pull the material down her body, fingers brushing over every curve.
