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Everyone was in shock–I was in shock, but I was smiling–but everyone was in shock because Antonio came to the wedding cake testing beat up and limping. His eye was black, almost blueish and there were bruises all over his face. His nose was broken and so was his left foot.

I couldn't stop smiling.

MC looked enraged and Valerie looked scared.

"What happened to you?" Mr. Barnardi asked. Whispers and talk were arising at the table but Jolie and I knew exactly who did this to him.

Antonio shook his head. "Got beat up outside a club while drunk."

Ria burst into tiny giggles as Jolie and I looked away so as to keep from laughing. "They got you good, don't you think?" I spoke out, looking smug as ever.

He glared at me but said nothing.

"Azura, cuida tus modales." (mind your manners.) Lucia said sternly as my father gave me a look, but I was too happy to be scared.

I smiled and nodded. "Lo siento, I'll do better," (I'm sorry.)

"D–do we need to get you to a hospital or something, it looks serious." Valerie said, worry on her face.

"He's fine," Giancarlo spoke up. "Sit down, Antonio,"

Immediately, Antonio listened. "Yes, of course, I–I'm fine."

MC, Juan, and Diego gaped at him, and Carlos just watched.

"Maybe you should go visit that same club, Diego," Lu took a shot at him, causing Diego to glare at her.

"You look like you know what's going on," Marisol whispered toward me. "So tell me."

I giggled. "This information needs to wait until later, I promise it's good."

Marisol nodded slowly, raising an eyebrow as she watched the commotion.

"Ok, guys," Celestial stood up, gently hitting her spoon against a glass. "We should go on with the cake testing, seeing as...Antonio here is alright in his own words."

"Please do say something if you feel a little weird," Tiara said, obviously oblivious to his disgusting manner.

Antonio nodded quietly and then...everyone began to shift to more important things.

Valerie cleared her throat, a smile back on her lips as she waved over the woman presenting our cake. "Signorina, siamo pronti." (Miss, we're ready.)

The woman quickly walked toward us, smiling. "Ah, hello, my name is Bianca and I'll be showing you different cakes for your wedding." Other workers handed us a menu of what they were going to show us.

They had ten cakes that they wanted to show us. I didn't taste all of them because I believe that fruit and cake should be far away from each other, but I digress, the cakes I tried were amazing.

My fat ass couldn't choose, but the group as a whole chose the ChocoVelvet Elegance Cake. It's a genoise cake with chocolate mousse filling and fondant frosting.

Valerie wanted it to be huge, she said she wanted it to look like a castle. Six tiers for six thousand dollars. The design for the cake was beautiful and big. It just made me more excited for the wedding. I saw the Americanized version of this wedding, I can't wait to see the Italian version.

Even though I fucking hate Antonio, I think he's tame now.

"Can I get a to-go, please!" Jolie asked, causing her sisters to giggle.

"Biggie!" I exclaimed, laughing.

Siara just frowned at us, but Jolie couldn't care less about her. Jolie had officially dropped Siara. Where I stood was...complicated. I'm not making an effort to speak to Siara, but I haven't cut her off...I'm open to apologies.

I'm not one for change.

But Jolie is getting married, she's going to carry a whole lot of responsibilities and Siara can not bring her stress in her moment of happiness and I don't blame her. I'm going to wait, if she comes she comes if she doesn't she doesn't.

I wouldn't care if I didn't act like a whore and sleep with her brother. I'm hanging onto this friendship because I felt bad, because I betrayed her trust.

I'm holding onto everything because if I don't everything will go to shit.

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"Hey," I said, walking up to Giancarlo, who was smoking in a secluded area.

He blew out some smoke, watching me as I walked toward, making me all of sudden wanna turn back and walk away. Why is he so good looking? I commend myself for having the self control that I have. "Is there something you need?" He asked.

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "I was going to thank you, but seeing as you're on your period I'll–"

"Azura, calm down," Giancarlo looked amused. He was still fucking teasing me. "Don't want you cutting my face up, no?"

I bit my lip, looking away in embarrassment. "You need to stop teasing me,"

Giancarlo chuckled, putting out his cigarette. "Don't be so mad, Azura, after all, you owe me."

I scoffed. "I didn't ask you to beat him up for me,"

"It wasn't just me tesoro, Alejandro broke his leg, something about touching his wife." Giancarlo said, running his hands through his beautiful brown hair.

I rolled my eyes again, shaking my head. "What should I do for my savior?" I teased, walking closer toward him as he looked down at me from his height.

I did nothing but breathe a little heavier when he slowly wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer. "You can start by getting on your knees."

"You're disgusting." I rolled my eyes.

Giancarlo furrowed his brows, mockingly. "You didn't think it was disgusting when–"

"Stop," I whispered. "We shouldn't even be doing this," I tried to back away from him but he held me tighter.

"Why, Azura, are you scared?" He whispered, leaning toward me.

I swallowed hard, trying to regain my thoughts, but being so close fuels my attraction toward him. My brain was panicking. "Giancarlo, I only came to thank you."

"Let me send you off with a 'your welcome' gift."

I scoffed. "That's not even a–" I couldn't finish my sentence, not when Giancarlo pressed his lips against mine. I didn't even try to stop him, I kissed him back, my fingers knotting his hair as he deepened the kiss, using his tongue so sinfully, tasting me, kissing me so dirty and panty-droppingly.

I didn't want to stop.

I moaned into the kiss as he squeezed my ass. It was giving me flashbacks of that night. My pussy was throbbing, I wanted him to push his fingers inside of me–

"Azura–oh..." Jolie gasped as I immediately broke away from Giancarlo who looked as unbothered as ever.

"I–I–we were just–"

"Azura, please," Jolie shook her head, crossing her arms. "From my knowledge, you were no longer attracted to him!"

Giancarlo chuckled. "Obviously not true."

"Shut up," I side-eyed him. "It was him, he seduced me." I blamed him, smiling widely.

"What...?" Giancarlo raised a brow.

Jolie sighed. "If you're going to fuck, please be a little more discreet, Siara could've found you!"

"It won't happen again," I said, looking at Giancarlo. "Right?"'

"Who knows," He smirked. "I might want to...taste you again."

"Oh my god," I groaned, pushing Jolie in the other direction so Giancarlo wouldn't convince her that we're going behind Siara's back. I walked with her in silence until we were far away from everyone. Then, I turned around to explain to a confused Jolie. "Jolie, I promise you it was just a–"

"It's ok," Jolie smiled. "I support you,"

"No! Giancarlo and I aren't–"

Jolie sighed, grabbing my shoulder. "You are a grown woman and you like him. Siara is supposed to be able to support your happiness."

I shook my head. "First, I refuse to ruin another family, second, Giancarlo and I are only sexual, there is no like or love. I can't be the reason Siara stops talking to her brother." I

Jolie's eyes widened. "Baby, why are you crying–Azura, what family have you ruined?"

"My own, Jolie."

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