My Fav. Bitch

Chapter Six: Cafe Fortuna Joe

10: 47am

"What can I get you, ma'am?" Brienna, a very familiar flight hostess asked with a pleasant smile.

I shook my head with a smile of my own.

She returned the smile and went on her way. Her red tight skirt flexing as she walked, her pale blonde tightly packed in a bun. She was pretty.

I remembered the first time I had met her. Her blonde was really dirty. She was looking unkempt and all. Vazquez had found her in the park, sitting by herself when he went to blow off steam. She was sobbing and she had injures all over her body. She claimed to have been an orphan. She had been squatting with her high school friend whose brother had tried to assault. She defended herself which lead to her being kicked out.

Sophia Vazquez, the current CEO of Vaz. Inc. had took her under her wings. In fact, she had done that for many less privileged people, including me.

Don't get me wrong. My parents are very influential. They are just not very generous to their daughter. But, they could host a millions of dollars charity event -which is mostly laundered- to keep their image.

I didn't realized I scoffed out loud until Ella asked what was wrong.

She was sprawled on her seat, her fiery red hair everywhere, sipping on her wine. One of the luxury of being friends with Vazquez. After his father died of lung cancer, Sophia, easily, took over Vaz. Inc., and of course, her only son is spoilt with luxury, having his own private jet as a twenty year old birthday gift. And we are currently riding on it back to NY.

"I ask for the umpteenth time today, where were you last night?" Ella grilled, mustering her best glare, probably, to get me to spill. Vazquez quickly sat up.

"Did you get laid? Don't even deny it. You were looking fresh."

I glared at him. "Don't tease her, Daniel. I'm gonna grill out information from her."

Their conversation drifted to my mind to the last eight hours.

3: 07am

No, no! We didn't screw in the restroom. We decided to head back to the bar. We had a couple of drinks, exchanging hot kisses here and there. His kisses pretty much left me hot and bothered. We were pretty buzzed when we were done. He called a designated driver to take us to his hotel.

I figured he wasn't from Cuba. His spoken English was too to be from a Cuban. No offense to Cubans.

All we did at the back seat was make out. We were barely hanging on to go to the hotel quickly. Not so surprisingly, hear the sarcasm, we ended up at my hotel. We walked to the elevator and I was silently praying I don't run into a familiar redhead or a blue eyed brunette guy I know. I looked at the man who's the cause of my dilemma. He was unbelievably calm like he wasn't making me break rules, making me feel things, well, the things are only temporary.

As soon as elevator door shut, I was pushed to the wall. Kisses and touches everywhere. I thought I would pass out from pleasure.

I had no idea how we made it to his room. I think it was a suite or something. He wasted no time, getting down to business.

God, I thought everyone in Havana heard me scream. He was so selfless and relentless. Our body blended together like puzzle pieces.

We had a couple more rounds before we deem it fit to rest. Never had I had a release so intense.

We had no idea when we drifted off to sleep, listening to each others' heartbeat. I woke up to a phone ringing -mine, actually. I searched for my phone on the dresser but it was no where. I sat up and naturally, the cover slipped off me to revealed my naked body. I quickly covered myself with the sheets.

I almost screamed when I noticed an equally naked body beside me. It all came crashing down -my sex escapade, that is.

I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling at the memory.

God! He was good. Hell, he was great.

I heard a silent ding, indicating I had a message. I slowly walked out the bed, taking the sheets with me. I toppled over and fell on my ass. Oh! How will my day be without my morning ritual?

I glanced at him. He only turned slightly and continued sleeping. I took my phone out my purse.

I had 6 missed calls from Vazquez, 5 missed from Ella and tons of messages from them.

I read the latest message from Ella.

Wherever you are, get ready and meet us at airport -Ella

What?! I rushed to the stranger's bathroom and took a shower. Thankfully, there was a new toothbrush there. I got rid of the smell of liquor.

I wore my previous dress and made to leave. "No goodbye?" I heard a husky voice. I looked to find him seated at the edge of the bed. His blonde hair messier than ever. His swollen lips were evidence of our escapade. I smirked knowing I did that to him.

He stood up from the bed. Thankfully, he was wearing a brief. I walked over to him and gave him a swift kiss. Well, I attempted to. He held me and deepened the kiss. When we pulled away, I could feel the sexual tension in the air again.

"I have to go."

"I know." His arms went around my waist, his chin atop my head. "How about we meet for at Cafe Fortuna Joe? You know, down a few blocks."

"I know where Cafe Fortuna is." I released myself off his grip and made my way to the door. Just as I was about to open the door.

"You never told me your name."

Do I need to to? This guy obviously don't know the rules of nightstand, does he? I sighed.

"Giorgia. Giorgia Ruiz."

Well, let's just say a certain adonis is currently at Cafe Fortuna waiting for me to arrive while I'm on way to NY city.