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My father requested that my siblings and I all live together in a big mansion until we got married.

Why?

I don't know, but we never go against our father.

My dad had three kids with his previous and now wife again, Lucia.

Alejandro, Marisol, and Mateo.

Then my dad had an affair with my mother and that's how Lucia and my dad divorced the first time.

My mom died when I was ten and Lucia took me in as her own. Whenever she came to visit her children, she never excluded me.

Eventually, Dad was able to win Lucia's forgiveness and they remarried and have been loyal to each other since.

Alejandro's married so he doesn't live here anymore. It's just Marisol, Mateo, and me.

"Are you going to Valerie's engagement party?" I asked Marisol. I already knew Mateo was going because of Jolie.

Marisol sighed. "I don't know, I don't want to intrude. They don't really know me like that."

"Don't come, I don't want to see you." Mateo said, his eyes closed as he lay on the couch.

Marisol rolled her eyes. "Vete a la mierda rata." (Fuck off, rat.)

"That's not nice to say to yourself," Mateo pouted.

Marisol snatched the pillow from under his head and slammed it on his face. "Stop playing with me motherfucker."

I laughed as Mateo rubbed his face, grumbling under his breath. "You should, you know you're always welcome. Dad and mom will be there later anyway, it's gonna be weird if you don't come."

I just wanted Marisol to come to be emotional support. Mateo and her both know what happened between me and Giancarlo. The difference between Mateo and Marisol is that Marisol wouldn't make a stupid joke about it every five seconds. Giancarlo is going to be there tomorrow night and I don't think I can keep my mouth shut around Jolie and Siara without Marisol.

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"So, are you excited to see your man?" Mateo smirked, walking into my room while I was in the middle of putting on some bracelets.

"Sigue jugando conmigo y mira a dónde te lleva eso." (Keep playing with me and see where that takes you.) I grumbled, glaring at him.

Mateo chuckled, throwing me the keys. "You're driving."

"Ugh, be a man for once,"

"I am a man," he snickered. "You can ask Jolie." He said before leaving my room.

I scoffed, scrunching my nose. "¡Eres tan asquerosa!" I called after his dumbass. (You're disgusting!) Mateo is so sick.

I sighed, I knew Marisol was already waiting for me because she's all about punctuality so I just walked outside, locking my door before walking to the car where Mari and Mateo were waiting. Mateo was lying in the back, taking the whole backseat.

Don't ask me why they're sitting in a turned-off car during July.

"Mari, why aren't you driving?" I asked, turning on the car. "I thought you loved driving."

"I love driving when I actually like where I'm going. This is going to be a boring business thing for our parents."

Mateo shook his head. "It's a fucking engagement party, dumb ass, they're not going to bring their work into someone's moment."

I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. "Ouu, he ate you up,"

Marisol glared at the both of us. "Do you want me to come with you? Cause I can stay home–"

"Calm down, baby," I giggled as Mateo rolled his eyes. "Ok," I sighed, driving out of our garage.

I didn't want to burden my siblings by telling them that my heart felt like it was stuck in my throat. Honestly, my feelings for Giancarlo are confusing.

I'm attracted to him because Giancarlo is so fine.

I'm scared of him because he's fucking intimidating.

I hate him because he fucking embarrassed me after taking my virginity.

I'm not a fan girl, I won't beg to sleep with him again, and neither would I accept an opportunity because I cared about my friendship with Siara, but...every time I see him, I see him on top of me that night, I see him in between my legs, and my eyes rolled back.

I need to stop, I'm driving.

Self-control is all I need. That is all. He probably wouldn't even speak to me. He had a cold look in his eye when he saw me a second time. It was so hurtful to the eighteen-year-old me.

I fucking hated him.

But I can't hate his dick, neither could I hate on his looks, because damn a nigga fine.

I drove through Siara's front gate easily because the guards knew who I was here. I've been here every day since I was ten.

"Are y'all ready?" I asked.

"We're ready." Mateo said. "We don't go around fucking our bestfriends brothers."

I stuck my finger up at him. "Kill yourself."

Marisol laughed. "Don't mind him, Mateo's so rude and disrespectful," she rang the doorbell and the butler opened the door and escorted us to the dinner table.

"Baby!" Jolie ran up and hugged Mateo. Their relationship was cute, but I tried not to compliment them because Mateo's a bitch ass brother.

Mateo pecked her lips. "What's going on?"

Siara sighed, catching Mari and I's attention. "I don't know how you can stand your best friend kissing your brother. It's disturbing."

Mari cleared her throat as I laughed nervously. "W–well, you know, Mateo and Jolie are adults. They don't have to listen to me."

"Whoa, what's with the stuttering?" Siara's eyes widened with amusement.

I rolled my eyes. "Bye, bitch,"

Siara giggled. "Anyway, it's nice to see you again Mari, you keep disappearing."

"Med school is hard," Mari answered. "I'm back here for good now–where's Val and Giancarlo?"

I gave her a side-eye but said nothing. What the fuck bitch, I brought you here to be my emotional support as I avoided the one man you're now asking for.

"Giancarlo just got here, he's changing, you know he's a workaholic, and Val's getting dressed. She's a makeup artist, y'all know she is doing too much. Our parents are in the conference room, chatting it up."

"Where's Jolie and Mateo?" Mari asked.

"Oh..." I trailed off, knowing what they escaped off to do.

Siara rolled her eyes. "They are literally so freaky."

Mari and I laughed.

After a while of chatting, Marisol said she wanted to walk in the garden so Siara and I just sat in our seats until the party really started. Our parents came out of the conference room where they were probably talking about business and we started mingling. Mateo and Jolie came back after...whatever they were doing and now we were only waiting for Valerie and her mystery man.

Not even Siara knows who he is. It's weird.

Giancarlo also wasn't here. He was taking a damn long time to change.

Papa and Jolie's dad was talking about Mateo and Jolie getting married next, which has been on Mateo's mind. Jolie's nervous that Mateo doesn't want to marry her and Mateo's worried about her ring size.

It's ironic.

Marisol has devoted her life to medicine. She doesn't know how Papa will take it when he hears she probably will never marry. She told Mateo and me that once she turned thirty she'd get pregnant and have a child by herself.

She didn't have time for romance.

Papa wants all of us married and giving him grandchildren, so Mateo and I swore on our lives that we would never tell Papa of Marisol's plans.

Siara shook her head, leaning toward me. "I seriously don't know how you deal with this. I'm so happy for Jolie and I love her, but I can't help but feel bad for you. The thought of one of y'all with Giancarlo makes me sick."

I cleared my throat, smiling as Jolie's older sisters entered the dining room, saying their greetings and sitting down. Siara's complaining about brothers and best friends made me nervous to my core. "I'm gonna go use the bathroom," I whispered to Marisol and Siara.

They both nodded as I slipped away from the table conversation unseen. I ran upstairs but stood outside of the bathroom instead because I really didn't need to use it. I was just getting nervous around Siara.

I sighed and made a call to Alejandro. "Yo, muchacho, where are you?"

"Being a dad." His monotone voice came in. "Which means stop calling me."

I groaned. "You know I need you and Marisol to save me from Giancarlo," I whispered.

Alejandro chuckled. "How old were you when you slept with the man?"

"Eighteen," I sighed.

"Great, means you were an adult and still are so get over yourself, I have two kids to worry about,"

"But–uh..." I trialed off, exhaling deeply when he hung up on me. "God–fucking–damn it. He's not fucking worth being afraid of. He's just a fucking whore. An old dirty ass man that slept with lil' eighteen-year-old me."

I'm a bad bitch.

I laughed a little. "I crack myself up–" I gasped, bumping into a muscled chest as I was turning. I swallowed hard as my eyes met with brown ones, the same brown ones that stared into my soul as he ate me out. "G–Giancarlo?"

He raised a brow, unamused and staring down at me. "You were saying?"

Bad bitch RETREAT.

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