Jayla Santiago's POV.

It has been three days since Luis' rightful outburst.

He has been continuing life as if nothing has happened.

He doesn't talk to me as frequently, busying himself with Kofi and work.

I have just come back from training with Valentine, in which at the end, he asked me for my number, which I politely declined.

I'm still trying to wrap my head around the events of nearly 10 years ago.

I feel...

Guilt.

And despite myself...

Pain.

He put himself... his heart on a platinum platter and I broke it and handed it back to him.

He can't even look me in the eyes anymore and I don't blame him.

I walk through the front door to see that the light from the kitchen is still on.

Lemon, their adorable little puppy yaps at my arrival, licking my hand.

I scratch behind her ears as she barks happily and then patters off.

I take off my shoes and bag and walk inside the kitchen.

Luis stands at the sink, washing up some dishes.

"Luis, I'm back" I say softly.

"I heard the door close" he says plainly and I sigh.

I've been planning my apology all day in my head and I'm quite nervous.

"Where is Kofi?" I ask, moving closer to him.

"Asleep" he responds, tone clipped.

I move even closer.

"Can we... Can we talk?" I ask.

I see his shoulders tense.

"Bout?" He asks, still not facing me.

"Luis, please!" I sigh exasperated.

He spins around getting right in my face.

"Please, what?!" He growls.

I snap my mouth shut.

"I'm sorry" I whisper.

He shakes a little.

"Sorry for what?" He asks, stepping closer to me.

I step back.

"What, for- - for not believing me?! Or refusing to hear me out even after begging?! I pleaded with you, Jayla! I pleaded!" He says, hurt, dragging through his tone.

He continues, talking moving closer to me, until I'm backed into the counter.

I have never seen him like this.

So... Angry!

"What, did you think you could just apologise and we'd kiss and make up?" He asks, a small smirk appearing on his face.

My breath hitches in my throat at the thought of kissing his perfect dark brown lips.

He must hear it, because he presses himself into me further, slapping his hands on the counter behind him.

This brisk action causes me to jump a little.

His heated dark eyes slip slowly over me like liquid smoke, lighting up every single sense on my body, from my brain screaming from terror to my lower stomach, which pools with desire.

He leans down to mutter in my ear.

"I'm not gentle" he says, his voice husky.

I gasp a little.

"Once I start, I don't stop. I don't stop until my lover finishes... until she pleads... begs me for more" he says, and I feel his lips curl into a smirk.

My heart pounds in my chest and I feel a throbbing pulse between my legs too.

"I like to make her scream, cry... moan. Hard. Fast... rough" he says, the sharpness of his teeth, skimming my neck.

He lets them trail up to my ear, biting softly. Every single move is calculated to set my body on fire.

"Luis!" I gasp, grabbing his forearms, my voice coming out a tortured moan.

"Yeah" he chuckles.

"A little bit like that." He says.

I look into his eyes.

Amusement dances in them, enjoying the tease, he's giving me.

Then as quickly as it's there, it's gone.

"You're blushing, Jayla" he says with a smirk and with that, he pulls away completely, the heat that was surrounding his body gone with him.

I stand there stunned and still trembling a little.

"Your food is heating up. Take it when you're ready. I'm going to check on my son" he says.

All the flirtation in his voice has evaporated and he seems to be back to 'normal'.

"Luis..." I say.

"Jayla" he responds, turning on his heel and walking away.

I stare at the ground, trying to gather up the pieces of my mind that have just exploded on sight.

I eat my food, not even really feeling hungry for it.

I do my evening hygiene routine as usual, taking a shower, then slipping into some nightwear.

I lay in bed, thinking about the events just hours before.

He was so close...

So... bare and open.

So dangerous and it scared me.

But I was and still am undeniably turned on.

I'm frustrated to the point where my fingers itch to wonder.

I'm just about to give in to the temptation, when there is a firm knock at the door.

Without waiting on my response, the door opens and Luis steps inside, closing the door behind him.

I immediately bolt upright.

He's... shirtless.

And again, what a welcomed sight.

He looks at me.

"What do you need?" I ask, folding my arms across my chest, to hide my body's aroused reaction from him and trying to keep my voice normal.

He walks up to my bed and grabs my wrists, pulling them away to look at my breasts, which show him exactly what I want.

He looks into my eyes and leans forwards, like he's about to kiss me.

Then when he is a hair-width away, he speaks.

"Don't make a sound" he growls.

I nod as he starts to unbutton my top, kissing my neck.

I sigh out, biting my lip.

He moves lower to the curve of my breast, flicking his tongue over it a little.

He closes his mouth around it in a light suctioning motion and gets to work, lapping his tongue over it as he plays with the other, squeezing and manipulating it to his content.

With his other hand, he grips my thigh holding me still.

His teeth find my nipple and he bites down, causing me to yelp in surprise and he stops.

"Not a sound!" He mutters, mouth still full.

He continues, then gives the same attention to my other breast.

When he's done, he parts my legs, pulling down my shorts at an agonising pace, making me squirm, but he doesn't care.

He slips them off and then wastes no time at all, getting in, face first.

I clap a hand over my mouth so that I don't scream.

His skilled tongue, explores the inside of me, like he's not been there before.

I dig my nails into his back.

He sucks and licks, finding new spots I didn't know were there!

His tongue suddenly finds my centre and I moan into my hands.

He smirks as I reach a new high.

"Ah, Luis, slow down!" I plead.

"Nah, take it" he growls.

"Please, Luis, you'll make me co- -"

I don't even get to finish my sentence, before a wave of pleasure washes over me.

"Ahh, Luis!" I moan.

"Shh" he hushes as he leads me through my second, wave, this one more intense than the last.

He continues, making me come until I can't take it.

"Luis, please!" I moan.

He smirks.

"Beg" he says, lips already coated in my essence.

My head now swims with exhaustion and I decide that right in this moment, I'm definitely not above begging.

"Please, Luis... Slow down a little." I plead, tears of desperation pricking at my eyes.

He gives me one last slow lick and then pulls away.

I look into his eyes and I see curiosity.

I try to pull him closer, but he pulls away.

He picks something out of his pocket and drops it on my bed.

"You got two missed calls from your boyfriend" he says, with a shrug.

"Luis, I- -" I start, but he cuts me off.

"Good night" he says, getting up and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, like it was nothing.

Without letting me respond, he walks out of my room, closing the door behind him.

I pick up my phone and look at the contact name.

Shit.

Jaime.

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