🐞MTOABB🐞

"Why am I here then?" I ask him, because yes, I am hurt that he rejected me.

"I want to talk to you," he says, still not bothering to look at me.

"Have we not done that enough? I don't want to keep fighting with you, Gomes." I move to place my hand of his on the steering wheel and it stops him from his movement.

"I don't want to talk. I just want you," I whisper. He turns to look at me, focusing on just my eyes as he holds my stare.

"Come with me this weekend," he tells me, still holding my stare.

"It's Thanksgiving weekend, I don't think I can."

"I spoke to Chloe, she's coming with," he tells me and I can't help but leave my mouth agape with incredulity.

"Seriously? I thought it would just be us." I swiftly retract my hand from his and position it on my lap.

"Would you have wanted it that way?" he asks, staring at me with a dazed look of bewilderment.

"Wouldn't you?" I laugh sarcastically.

"What the fuck, Rossita. I thought you would appreciate the effort on my end."

Don't get me wrong I appreciate him doing this, but when Chloe enters the picture, it always seems like I am third wheeling, especially when it comes to Gomes.

"Who else is coming?" I ask.

"Cassandra."

"Right. I guess I'll be stuck with Cass while you and Chloe have fun then."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

You fucked her is exactly what I wanted to throw in his face, but I bit my tongue in silence.

"If you want me to cancel it, then say so and I will."

"No, don't do that. I would like to invite Zack, this way we will have a full house," I snicker.

"You're annoying me right now," he says sternly.

Makes two of us, Prinse.

"What exactly are we doing, you and I?" I ask, defeated.

"We're arguing," he states.

"Not what I meant, and you know that." He takes in a deep breath before exhaling.

"Say yes to spending this weekend with me," he urges me.

"Okay, Prinse."

"Don't use that name with me," he tells me and I can't help but laugh.

He never calls me babe - no nicknames, just Rossita and for the longest time I loved how it rolled off his tongue - it sounded like the most beautiful word I have ever heard.

He starts the car and somehow our little car quarrel is something of the past as we shift into a comfortable silence until he pulls up in front of my house. "I'll pick you up in an hour," he tells me.

"What should I pack?" I ask.

"It's only the weekend, so pack lightly," he says and I nod. I jump out and watch as he leaves before turning to walk towards the front door.

I enter with mom and Chloe talking in the kitchen.

"You girls better not do anything stupid," mom says as I come to a standstill next to Chloe.

"We won't," I say.

"I know you won't, you're sister on the other hand, is a loose cannon." Chloe rolls her eyes and I stand there uncomfortable, knowing I am not at all innocent.

"We're going to go start packing now," Chloe informs mom as she grabs my arm and starts pulling me towards the stairs.

"Pack in some swimsuits, hey," she says.

"So that means I need to shave," I groan, knowing how much I hated doing that.

"I guess you have to." She laughs. "Make quick, Prinse is always punctual."

"So you know so much about him?" I ask, and I hated that I was jealous of my sister all because of a boy.

"Don't do that," she says.

"It's true though, he cares about you," I admit.

"He cares about you more, believe me," she reassures me and I nod. "He was gone last week so that he can spend this weekend with you."

Huh? I am not sure what to think and where did he go?

"Where was he?"

"He flew back to Miami."

Why am I not surprised, he always goes back to Holly and that will never change.

"Let me start packing," I sigh.

"That is his little girl, Rossita. You need to get on board with that if you want to be with him.

"I know, it's just Holly will always be in the picture and I don't know if they are sleeping in the same bed when he is there."

"I don't think so, he is one of the good guys."

"Don't give him so much credit, he is still a guy at the end of the day," I retort and she rolls her eyes as she walks away, leaving me to start packing.

~~My Type of a Bad Boy~~

"Is everyone ready?" Cass asks as she turns to look at me and Prinse in the backseat.

Chloe decided to sit in front with Cass because she wanted to see the view - she's a terrible liar -- but I appreciated it nonetheless.

The car started and he took that moment to grab my hand and wrap it in his. He smiles as he focuses his attention on our hands - his smile alone was contagious and soon after I was smiling stupidly at him.

"What do you have planned for today?" I ask him.

"I'm not sure." He shrugs. "We'll just go with the flow." I hum in response.

"What is the sleeping arrangement?" Chloe asks.

"It's a three bedroom cottage so umm... What are you thinking we do, Prinse?" Cassandra asks.

He looks at me as he responds. "You and Chloe can have your own room and Rossita and I will share." I stare at him, my cheeks already flushing specks of pink.

I didn't want my mind to ruin this for me so I kept my mouth closed and said nothing. He let go of my hand as he brought his hand to my thigh. I watch his every move tentatively. He gently squeezes my thigh and I involuntarily take in a deep breath. He smirks, brushing his fingers up and down my thigh in a swift motion. He brings his fingers to the hem of my skirt and I quickly place my hand on top of his to make him stop. My breathing had already started quickening and he knew exactly what he was doing and how my body easily reacted to his little gestures.

"Are we almost there?" I ask Cass.

"Five more minutes," she says and I feel like five minutes was too much time.

He leans close to my ear, "Are you going to let go?" He stares at my hand - I was holding onto it for dear life, scared that if I let go, I'll let him do as he pleases.

I shake my head, scared to speak. He lets out a light chuckle. He lets his lips touch my earlobe and I squirm.

"Stop it," I tell him and he listens.

For the next two minutes, he kept stealing a glance my way and for the life of me I wished for a forever with him.