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...
"This is my brother, Zabdiel." Zoe introduced her five friends to the band, going from person to person. "Richard, Erick, Joel, and Christopher." She went from boy to boy, planning on translating for the girl band beside her. "Boys, this is Perrie, Jesy, Jade, and Leigh-Anne." The girls all flashed bright smiles, shaking hands with the boys. Jade frowned when she did a quick count of CNCO.
"So, we know who we're paired with. But, what about Christopher?" Fuck, Jade. You just had to point it out. "I know! You should join us, Zoe. I've heard you sing and you already know the choreography." Leigh-Anne joined in with a smile, bringing a fake one to Zoe's face. Four out of the five boys nodded at the idea, walking away to inform their director. Christopher, on the other hand, had frozen in his spot.
It seemed as though all four girls had picked up on the tension between Zoe and Christopher. They were determined to fix it, which was exactly why they were dragging her into the dressing room. A tiny latex outfit was shoved into her chest, the white contrasting beautifully against her skin. It included a tiny white skirt, a thick choker, and a cropped tube top. Her feet had been shoved in leather heeled boots and silver jewelry covered her barely dressed body.
"Damn," Perrie commented, eyeing Zoe up and down. The other girls murmured their agreeance, opening the dressing room door to leave. "Now, let's do this." Zoe took a deep breath to build up her confidence before she stepped out into the 'club'. "Chin up, darling." Jesy nudged her once, guiding them into their seated section. The boys slowly started to wander in, Christopher going last.
Joel would be coupled with Jade, everyone in a silent agreement that they would make a cute couple. Perrie was with Zabdiel, Jesy paired up with Erick. Richard and Leigh-Anne were also partnered together, which left Christopher and Zoe. You would've thought he had an aneurysm from the way he looked at her. Zoe struggled not to eye him herself, finding his all-black outfit rather appealing.
"Alright, action!"
Their director shouted, all five girls standing up from the table. Each of them sang, including Zoe, while they danced. She slowly moved her hips in smooth circles, dragging her hands up and down. The way Christopher bit his bottom lip would seem normal for the video to Zabdiel or their fans, but to any other band member, it was different.
"Just do what feels natural," Zoe heard the order, everyone doing exactly as told in different ways. Richard went to the dance floor with Leigh-Anne along with Perrie and Zabdiel. Joel flirted with Jade, while Jesy and Erick simply talked. "That goes for you two as well," Zoe found herself walking to the 'bar', not noticing Christopher behind her.
His hand pressed into the small of her back, stifling a jump of surprise. "Let me buy you a drink, mi Princesa," Christopher whispered lowly into her ear, Zoe sending a false smile. He turned to their 'bartender' and held up two fingers, receiving two 'drinks' in return. "Are you ever going to talk to me again?" Zoe took the glass from him, playing with the rim in a sultry manner. "If you would let me explain-"
"Shut up," She ordered him, reaching up to playfully pluck his black snap-back. "Because until this video is over you're going to act like you want to fuck me right here and right now." Zoe placed the hat backward on her own head, her fingers grasping ahold of his wrist. He let her tug him into a secluded part of the dancefloor, body towering over hers. Christopher dug his fingers into her bare hips, pressing his chest against her back. Her vulgar language only spurred him on.
"Who says I would be acting?" Christopher growled quietly, placing a discreet kiss to the shell of her ear. Zoe shivered, his fingers running up and down her hips. "Dance, Princesa." Her belly-button ring brushed against his hand as he guided her hips, something he'd only seen once or twice. "I have to say, I love having you for my video partner. Because I can do this..." With one small push, they were face to face.
Smirking down at her surprised expression, he ground his hips against hers. "Christopher," Zoe argued, begrudgingly pushing him to create some distance between them. She played it off, motioning with a single finger for him to come back to the table with her. Christopher slid into the seat with Zoe beside him, allowing her to speak. "I don't think I can do this anymore after what happened. Look, I trusted you-"
"Trust-ed?" Christopher cut her off with a devastated tone that matched his expression, Zoe looking down at her hands. "I didn't sleep with her, Zobeida. As soon as we got back and she kissed me I just- I couldn't do it," He grabbed for her hand, Zoe allowing him. She didn't know if what he said made her feel worse or better. "I care about you, so so much." Zoe reached up with a sad smile, using one hand to caress his cheek.
"But it's the fact you wanted to sleep with her that hurts the most," Zoe ignored the tears in her eyes, focusing on the way his shoulders slumped in defeat. "How do I know you wouldn't do the same thing if we were together?" She slowly pulled her hand away and stood up from the table, Christopher gazing up at her with a heartbroken expression. "I need to be able to trust you, Christopher. And right now, I don't." So with that, Zoe turned and walked back into the dressing room where she could cry in peace.
