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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Once upon a time, it was paradise
Once upon a time, I was paralyzed
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She was currently curled up in the fetal position under her comforter, a bottle of tequila clutched to her chest. Of course, the picture she posted had been from last month seeing as she looked like death currently. Insomnia had set in at around one in the morning, sending her to the built-in bar she had across the room. She kept it fully stocked at all times, especially with tequila.
Today would've been their anniversary.
Zoe hadn't left her room in twenty-four hours, thinking of the picture she'd thrown in the trash. It was a photo of David and Zoe behind the filming of one of their love scenes. He was bare-chested, supposedly 'naked', as was she. Her head was resting on him, both of them laughing at a joke Dominic had told. It was her favorite photo of them together, the first time she realized she was in love with him.
What scared her the most was that she was feeling that again.
Just not with David.
"Princesa," Christopher knocked on the bedroom door, waiting a few moments before opening it. He cocked his head in pity, coming inside and softly closing the door behind him. "If you're going to drink, you could at least share." Zoe huffed a pathetic laugh, wordlessly pulling back the covers for him. It was currently five AM and he was in a pair of pajama pants with a tank top while she had on one of his shirts. He slipped in with her, taking ahold of the bottle she had.
Zoe's sleep-deprived brain couldn't help but reach out a hand to touch his skin. His sharp intake of breath hardly registered with her, trailing her nail across his tattoo's. She found his inking's insanely attractive, the way they curled around his muscles. Especially the tattoo's on his hands, God those were hot. The music notes on his arm ironically matched the hidden note under her bra.
"I hate him," She blurted aloud, staring aimlessly at his chest. Christopher stayed silent with the knowledge that she needed to get it out. "He cheated on me, with a costar of ours. For a year," He let out a small growl, hand reaching out to grip her waist. Zoe looked up to see Christopher already watching her. "I thought he cared about me," Christopher shook his head from side to side, scooting closer.
