“Where are you from?”
I smile. “I’m from L.A. What is your nationality, you look Hispanic.” I have never heard him talk in Spanish so I wasn’t very sure, but his last name is Spanish.
He smirks. “Well my last name kind of gives it away, but I’m Dominican, and no I don’t speak Spanish, my mom never taught us.”
“You have siblings?” I raise up on my elbow.
He nods. “I have a little sister named Yasmine, she’s a freshman in college.”
I frown. “I’m the only child.”
Yoel plays with my hair mindlessly as we talk about our childhood and dislikes. He ask about my silly Knock Knock jokes, I tell him how I have the worst sense of humor and those jokes always get me.
I know getting to know him is just making me like him more, I was playing with fire after I already got burned, but I couldn’t make myself leave.
“You should follow your dreams, baby doll,” he randomly says.
I glance away then back at him. “It’s complicated, I can’t leave when I have responsibilities here.”
His eyebrows bunch together in confusion. “You mean staying with someone who doesn’t care about you is your responsibility?”
I sigh. “I told you it’s complicated. Marcus comes from a good family and my parents approve of him.”
“They set you up with him you mean. I bet they would die if they knew I had you in my bed. I’m not from a good family. I don’t come from much.”
I lean in a kiss him softly on the mouth. “I don’t care where you came from, Yoel. I just care about how you make me feel,” I whisper.
He kisses me back. “And how do I make you feel?” He moves between my legs. His fingers sliding over my clit, moving in circles. I moan.
“Tell me how I make you feel.” His hooded brown eyes stare me.
Licking my lips I take a breath as I feel him at my entrance. “You make me feel wanted.”
He leans over to kiss me as he slides inside of me. “You should always feel wanted, baby doll. You’re perfect.”
We made love. I shouldn’t say that, but we did, even if we both didn’t want to admit that what we were feeling was wrong. So wrong, but it felt too good to stop.
I was falling. Fast
Come With Me- Sammie
I lied to her.
I looked her in her pretty grey eyes and fucking lied to her. Again. I wanted to tell her the truth so bad, but I was selfish and couldn’t risk losing her for good. Yeah, I was a selfish, greedy bastard.
Still I took her back to my room and fucked her senseless. I sat there and told her to follow her fucking dreams and I almost broke when she told me I made her feel wanted. I made her feel something she deserves to feel every fucking day.
You’re going to break her.
If she ever found out the truth, I would definitely lose her. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to fall for her pretty eyes, perfect mouth and addicting personality.
That prick didn’t deserve her.
And you do?
I know for damn sure I don’t deserve her, but I find myself trying to be the one that does.
This morning I was up before she was so that I could run to Starbucks to get the coffee and muffin she loves. I’m sure she thinks I don’t remember these things, but I do.
When she left to go home I felt annoyed that she was going back to the home she shared with that asshole.
A hit to my face breaks my thoughts as I stumble to the left.
“What the fuck? Pay attention.” Chris grabs my arm. “Where’s your head at?”
I give my head a quick shake. “Relax. Let’s go.”
Rico and Chris share a look. I know what they’re thinking, and they might be right. I need to leave my thoughts about Madison out of the ring. My focus needs to be on training.
“El, man,” Chris starts.
I cut him off. “I’m good.”
He huffs out a breath but doesn’t say anything. We go a couple more rounds, this time I knock him on his ass every time, just to shut them the fuck up. This fight means everything to my family and me, I had to remember
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