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She replies instantly, and I hear the moaning resume. I can’t help the laugh that escapes me, imagining her hot and bothered for my cock. I can’t wait to make her see stars tomorrow.

Gabo: No, you don’t. Rest up, Bella mia. Tomorrow, I’ll make you come so many times, you’ll beg for mercy.

Bella: Promises, promises.

And this firecracker attaches a picture of a pink vibrator entering her pussy. I groan loudly, and now it’s her turn to cackle. Well played, Bella. Well played.

Chapter 15

Gabo Godoy

Ihaven’t had a wet dream since puberty, but I wake up with a painful morning wood wishing I was spooning Bella and entering her from behind. My phone starts vibrating, and the noise effectively brings me out of my lust-filled dreams. Without checking who’s calling, I answer. When I hear the voice on the other end of the line, I go rigid.

“Hey, boludo. Did I wake you?” Luca greets me as if he’s been awake for hours. If I’m thinking correctly, it’s still the middle of the night in Chile.

“Yes, bro. It’s only seven in the morning. On a Saturday,” I tell him while I rub my eyes.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I’m outside of your building, and I’ve been calling Isa, but she’s not answering. Didn’t she spend the night at your place?” I jump from bed and start walking around my room, not knowing what to do.

“Yes, bro. I saw her last night. Let me go check on her.” I hang up on him before he can keep asking questions. I put on a pair of gray sweatpants and rush to Bella’s room. After knocking a couple of times and not hearing any noise inside, I try the doorknob and it turns, so I open the door. Bella is spread like a starfish in the middle of the bed, buck naked. If Luca weren’t downstairs, I’d get into that bed and wake her with an orgasm, but I can’t.

“Bella mia, wake up,” I tell her as I gently shake her arm. She makes an unintelligible noise and turns on her side, giving me a glorious view of her ass.

“Bella, Luca is outside. Wake up.” That does it. Bella sits up, disoriented.

“What is he doing here?” she finally asks after looking at the horizon quietly for a couple of seconds.

“I don’t know, but he’s blowing up my phone. I need to open the door for him.”

“Okay, okay. Go. I’ll put on clothes in the meantime.”

“Okay. Are we telling him?” I ask as I make my way out of her room.

“Are you crazy? Why would we do that? We’re still figuring out where this is going, remember? You said you’d give me all the time I needed,” Bella practically shouts, panic in her voice and her eyes wide like a deer under high beams.

“Alright,” I tell her as my shoulders sag. I won’t lie; I wanted to have this conversation with Luca to get it out of the way. I know I promised her time, and I stopped calling her girlfriend—at least out loud—but I don’t like having secrets with my best friend. I’m not doing anything wrong, and I don’t see why we need to hide, but I promised her time, so I will give it to her.

“Boludo, finally. I thought I was going to have to call the police or something to investigate what’s going on in here,” Luca says as he gives me a bro hug.

“Sorry, weón. I was trying to wake B… Isa up. It took her a second,” I tell him, showing him the way to the elevator through the garage.

“Damn, what happened to the Lambo? Angry ex?” Luca chuckles as we pass by the car where I made his little sister come so hard that she scratched and dented the hood.

“Yeah, Gabo. What happened?” Bella asks with a damn smirk on her gorgeous face, and my death glare only makes her laugh.

“Hermanita, hola.” (Little sis, hi.) Luca interrupts our staring contest as he makes his way to the elevator where Bella is standing.

“Hi, brother dearest. Color me surprised to see you here.” My girl throws a jab at her brother, and I have to cover my laugh with a cough.

“Well, I texted you and haven’t heard from you for days. I was trying to apologize. I’m sorry, Isa.”

Even though this is hard for Luca to admit—because he’s never wrong, of course—I can tell he’s sincere.

“And yet, here you are. Overstepping the boundaries I placed,” she tells him, crossing her arms in front of her.

“Ugh, that’s exactly what Karina told me. Don’t tell her I said that.” Bella and I bark out a laugh, and after a couple of beats, Luca joins us.

“I forgive you, Luca. I know you want what’s best for me. But I need you to trust me. You have to stop monitoring my every move.”

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