Anais
I waited patiently as Esteban signed a couple of more autographs and posters of himself. The small crowd of people couldn't get enough of El Jefe, the undefeated matador of Espana.
He smiled warmly at a young couple with their baby as they chatted with him about his career and endeavors.
I couldn't help but notice how natural he looked with all the people; it was as if he was born for this life?
He caught me staring and smiled, biting his lip in heat. He finally waved goodbye to the people and slid into the driver's seat. "I'm sorry mi amor. I promise that was the last of them. Now I'm all yours" he bragged, kissing my lips repeatedly to show his remorse. I nodded and buckled up my seatbelt as he put the keys in the ignition.
"You're still mad at me." he pouted, pulling my neck with care. I wasn't mad at him, more so the people who interrupted our meal.
"No... Esteban, i am not mad at you" I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me gently, trailing his lips down my neck. "I'll make it up to you mi amor" he promised through a desperate breath.
"No Esteban! I don't want you to make it up. I just want you." I snapped, looking into his soft brown eyes. "I just want you..." I whispered, trying to hold back my tears. He finally understood my words and nodded, kissing away my pout.
"I'm all yours Anais." He whispered, gently running a palm against my cheek. I finally found my calm and nodded, gently grabbing his hand into mine. He lifted it up and placed a gentle kiss against my knuckles as he sped away. "You still up for practice?" he turned to me, resting his palm against my thigh. I blushed, turned on by his contact and nodded silently.
"But first! We make a quick stop to the Arena to see the banner" he smiled and sped away excitedly.
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Esteban"Come one Anais! I am so anxious to see it!" I smirked, trying to lead her hands off my face.
"Esteban! You promised you would let me see it first so I could make sure it was good or not" she protested. We had just arrived at the arena to see the poster.
I sighed and crossed my arms in annoyance and anticipation. "So? How does it look?" I asked curiously. She hummed then went silent. "Why don't you take a look?" she hinted and lifted her palms from my eyes.
I couldn't help but contain my smile as I saw the banner. The three of us were in vibrant colors on each of the three banners, but there was a huge banner, the fourth of the trio in the middle of the arena, and I was superimposed on the center.
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The Dancing Torera
Любовные романыMeet Esteban, a carefree, 21 year old bachelor by day and bullfighter by night. Since the night of his father's death, Esteban has made it his personal mission to kill every single bull in Espana, no matter what stood in his way. But what happens...