"COME ON JAY! FASTER! FASTER! FASTER!"

"I'm going as fast as I can!" I yelled.

"IF YOU'RE TALKING YOU'RE NOT GOING FAST ENOUGH!" Craig yelled as he hopped back and forth. "GO!GO!GO!GO!"

"AAAHHHHH!" I groaned as the machine beeped. "FUCK!" I slowed down drastically , hands on my knees trying to catch my breath.

"YEEAAHH! JAY! YES!YES!" He clapped proudly, his smile wide, dimples deep. "THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"

I laughed even though it physically pained to move. I took the water bottle and towel he stretched out to me. I drank heartily, not caring that I sprayed some of the water on my neck. The cool matter running down my chest and inside my sweat soaked sports bra. "Oh my God, Craig it's only the second time." I laughed again at his enthusiasm. "I was literally 20 seconds faster."

"20 seconds." He beamed and kissed the tip of his fingers with an exaggerated smacking of his lips. "Could be a matter of life or death." He encouraged as he walked over. Craig bent his head and kissed my cheek.

I chuckled and pushed him away. "Eeewww! Don't! I'm sweaty."

He grinned and reached for my flailing arms. "I like that." He whispered pulling me close with a mischievous grin.

An arched an eyebrow at him. "You like what?" I chuckled. "My sweaty, stinky body after a work out?"

He moaned and closed his eyes biting down on his bottom lip. "Jay, you say sweaty and stinky. I saw wet and energized."

I burst out laughing. "Boy stop!" I hit his arm in amusement.

I coughed in confusion when I saw that he simply shrugged and licked his bottom lip.

"You smell good to me. " He whispered slowly.

My mouth involuntarily dropped open. I looked around at the room, he rented out for us to use. Just me and him, surrounded by mirrors and equipment's.

I turned my attention back to him slowly as his hand slid down my arm and he took another step into my personal space. Slowly bringing his hands up to my waist. My heart pounded as this young guy lowered his head and pressed his forehead against mine.

"Of course, only if you want." The sound of his voice vibrated through out my entire body. I felt my stomach tighten in anticipation.

"Only if I want what?" I whispered, ridiculous aroused. I could feel his erection poking my belly. Geez he was tall. And those basketball shorts he was wearing was not constricting anything. He was hard. Like...already....or had I not noticed on the treadmill that he'd been hard.

Fuck...this is some hot shit.

Them basketball shorts though!

He bent his head to my ear and brushed his lips against it. "To try out my equipment before you shower."

I swallowed hard and nodded slowly. Yes. Yes, I would like to do that. You didn't really give me a choice here buddy. There's no way I'm passing this up if you're like into this.

Craig smiled, showing dazzling white teeth and one slightly crooked tooth on the right. "Good." He grinned and brought his hands up to cup my face. He kissed me with an intensity I hadn't expected. He couldn't possibly be that into me. No way. These Dream Providers were some serious actors. I moaned and kissed him back.

Craig reached down with both hands and grabbed my thighs. In one swift motion he lifted me up.

I gasped. Oh Shit, I forgot how strong he was.

He chuckled as I wrapped my arms around his waist for support. He held my back and kissed me hard, his erection now slidding between my legs and arching towards the back. I moaned into the kiss and pressed against him.

Whoa...Craig had inches. Watch out for these gym bros.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he cupped my ass and  proceeded to move it purposefully back so his dick sprung back between our bodies and then moved me up and down his length.

He groaned as he moved his head to kiss my neck. He inhaled sharply and licked out.

My eyes widened. Oh this is wild. I would never lick a sweaty neck.

He slowly brought me to my feet and turned and pulled me to the mirror.

"Turn around." He whispered, making me face the mirror as he pressed my palms against it.

I did just that to watch him , grab and squeeze himself as he kissed my wet yoga pants.

My mouth parted in awe and anticipation.

He bit my ass and jiggled it. He buried his face between my cheeks and moaned.

If I wasn't turned on and shocked I think I would have laughed at the absurdity of what was going on right now.

But then he yanked down my yoga pants, taking my thong down with it. Without hesitation he grabbed my ass as he dropped to his knees.

I gasped as I felt his lips and tongue digging between my cheeks. Oh shit....he's serious, serious.

"Yes Jaylen....yes give me more...more..." He moaned as he slurped me up. His head between my thighs, his tongue flat as he licked my pussy and kissed it. And then parted my ass and curled his tongue to lick my jewel.

That's it. I was sold. No doubt about it. Call me nasty but if he liked this sweaty musty body, than take it boo. Just take it.

I moaned as he gave my ass a firm slap and jiggled it. I smiled. He was an ass man. I remember he did say something about my thighs last week, so there you go. An ass man was not complete without a thing for thighs.

I closed my eyes and pushed back on his face, immensely enjoying myself getting wetter and wetter and horny by the minute.

Craig groaned as he bit my ass and kissed it. He stood up and trailed kisses up my back and gave my ass another squeeze before he walked away.

I watched him through the mirror go to his gym back and pull out a wrapper. He stepped out of his basketball shorts and turned towards me. His long dick pointing straight at me as he grabbed himself, giving it a couple warm up rubs before he slipped the condom over it.

He came back up behind me and grinned as he licked his palm and brought it down between my ass and between my legs as he teased my entrance. "I've wanted to fuck you like this since the minute you stepped out your car." He whispered as he removed his hands and grabbed his dick.

My mouth parted in surprised.

He chuckled and I arched and moaned as his dick slowly penetrated me.

"Nice...." Craig moaned as he went deeper, holding my waist. "Oh....Jaylen..."

Yes take me. Tell me how good this feels. I was so happy, I wanted to laugh as I rocked back on him. But I didn't want him to think I was laughing at him.

"OH..." I gasped as he shoved himself the rest of the way. Oh he wasn't playing games. Craig was out here to fuck my guts. I arched my back as he held my ass and picked up the pace. Damn Craig...why you packing such a long dick?

I closed my eyes and gasped as he rolled into me. Oh shit....these Dreamers knew how to fuck.

**

I groaned and slipped into the booth across from her. "Oh my god, I'm starving." I reached for the mango smoothie that I knew she had ordered for me, before starting on the bagel, just begging to to be lathered in butter (vegan butter)

Nahlia looked up from typing and grinned. "Oh somebody just had dick." She wiggled her shoulders.

I exhaled contently from my exaggerated long sip of my smoothiesand finally put it down and picked up my bagel. "I'm out here getting dicked down like I'm the fucking pornstar of the year." I stated as I grabbed the knife and scooped up the butter.

Nahlia beamed as she took her blue light glasses off. "Oh my god, I missed this Jaylen."

I shrugged. I couldn't wait to bite into my bagel as I spread the butter like art work. I took a hearty bite of the bagel and moaned loudly. "AAaaaaaooooohhhhh."

The old couple across from us whipped their heads to my table. "Sorry...sorry." I waved my hands to them in apology and focused back on Nahlia giggling so much she was rocking back and forth. "Like workout and sex together really makes you hungry." I bit into my bagel and almost ripped it off and chewed with determination.

Nahlia shook her head in amusement.

"Like how many dicks are acceptable for me to have in my lifetime and still get into heaven?" I asked my bestie as I buttered the other half of the bagel.

"462." Nahlia replied confidently.

"What the fuck?" I frowned looking up at her. "Why do you have an actual number?"

She giggled. "It's scientifically proven."

"That's scientifically bullshit." I laughed.

"I'm telling you." Nahlia nodded as she returned her attention to the computer. "462 dicks girl.....that's why I lick pussy now."

I threw my head back and laughed at the fucking stupidity of my best friend. My phone lit up and I picked it up with a smile.

Please rate your experience with Craig Dunbar.

I bit into my bagel as I gave him 5 stars. "He worked my ass off today." I smiled. "I feel like I can join a marathon and win."

Nahlia laughed. "And look you've actually been working out like you really want to."

"It's only been the second time." I cut her off.

"Jaylen, I've seen you walk out of a work out after 6 minutes and 22 seconds."

"What's with the specific numbers today?" I mumbled.

"I'm just saying this app has done you good. Second week in and you're seriously glowing." Nahlia nodded.

"I feel good." I admitted with a smile. "I feel confident." I moved my shoulder seductively. "I feel like a sexy bitch."

Nahlia cackled, emitting that evil laugh of hers as I picked up my phone that had just lit up.

I looked at the text message and the smile that was already on my face grew.

"Who's that?"

"Huh?" I looked up momentarily forgetting Nahlia was before me.

"Who's making you smile so big?" She asked.

I chuckled and brushed off her comment. "No, it's nothing, it's Erasmo." I put the phone down as I thought of what to write next.

My best friend arched an eyebrow.

"It's nothing!" I insisted. "Seriously, he just told me to shut-up and that I was annoying." I admitted.

"Shut-up? And you're annoying?"

I waved it off. "It was....I said something to be funny and he has no sense of humor and just said shut-up, you're annoying."

Nahlia stared at me pointedly.

I straightened up thinking she wanted me to tell her what I said. "I just asked him if he just instantaneously combusted everytime he saw a mother breastfeeding her kid."

Nahlias eyes widened in shock. Her mouth parting

I laughed. "I didn't say that!" I picked up my smoothie proud of my joke. "I asked him if he ever fucked his mom."

"Jaylen!"

I snorted my smoothie and shook my head, trying to swallow. The coldness hitting my sinus. "I didn't ask him that. I didn't. Whooo." I giggled and straighten up with a satisfied smiled. "No, I just told him that I knew he's been dying to meet a woman like me his entire life." I giggled and sighed.

Nahlia groaned. "Oh my god..." She frowned closing her eyes and rubbing her temple.

"It's just a crush." I insisted, watching her exaggerated groans. "It's just a crush. I'm having fun. That's it." I shrugged and smiled. "Honestly, okay. Like....he's young...okay he's 20---he's 26. That's a baby."

"He wants to be your baby." Nahlia interjected.

I chuckled. "That's a good one. But seriously...I know it's nothing." I patted the table and smiled warmly at her. "Just let me have this...let me be this...silly stupid girl again...crushing on a boy that's out of her reach...." I chuckled. "It's like a summer fling during the year."

"Like a regular relationship?" Nahlia asked.

We both stared at each other for a couple seconds to process what the last two sentences and burst out laughing.

"No I'm....okay look....I'm happy for you." She said. "And you were right, he knows his stuff...he was good.....a little too good....I mean he does this for a living." Nahlia shrugged. "He's a dream provider...." She sighed. "I don't know how genuine his feelings are when it's his job to fake feelings....so I don't want you to get caught up in a mess."

I sighed. "Okay I'm not gonna text him anymore."

"You're a grown ass woman, I'm not going to tell you not to text him." Nahlia groaned.

I crossed my arms over my chest.

"And I'm not saying he doesn't like you. I think he does. I think he actually does. Or thinks he does....but he's so used to manipulating emotions and feelings for a living....can he really separate the two?"

I blinked several times and sat back in the chair. I seemingly came crashing down from my workout and sex high. I groaned and grabbed my head. "Fuck, you're right."  I whispered. I sighed heavily. "It was nice..."

Nahlia groaned. "No, no don't come down..." she sighed. "I just want you to be happy and careful and I just think Erasmo might be trouble but go...." She pouted. "do what makes you happy but think."

"I am..." I smiled. "I'm thinking." I took a deep breath. "I'm thinking I need to sample different people."

Nahlia chuckled. "I feel like that's not the conclusion we should be arriving to, but I think for right now that works."

I nodded, feeling a tinge of sadness. No, she was right. She was right and I needed to remember that. I wasn't going to text him to his personal number. I'll just interact with him from the Dream app. There was no way I was deleting this gold mine so I had to close off any ulterior motive besides sex with Erasmo.

I had to keep the focus of the game.

Fulfill my needs because I had forgotten myself these past three years.

Nahlia, It's not always about sex!

Maybe she was right. Maybe it was. Think about it. People live their best lives and have their greatest bout of creativity or relaxation right out of a mind-blowing orgasm. Maybe it was all about sex. Sex with yourself, sex with other people.

Hell, I'm ashamed to say that Fabian and I had sex maybe 1 or 2 a month. I mean I knew couples grew apart and the sex diminished but something else was supposed to be building along, just as strong.

But it hadn't

Nothing else seemed to build now that I look back.

So when the sex fell off...there was nothing to lean on.

"Why the fuck was I with Fabian for so long?"

Nahlia lifted her head in surprise at my outburst. "Bitch I don't know. I told you the day he bought those yeezys and thought he was the next Kanye West to fucking drop him."

I sighed. "I was trying to be supportive-----"

"He was a 37 year old man trying to start a fucking rap career and have a thug life."

"He just got signed." I didn't even know why I was defending him. He was good actually. Like no, he really was good.

"And fucking cheated and walked out on you the very same fucking day!" Nahlia hollered. "Do you not see!"

"Stop yelling at me! I see! I see...." I sat back. "I fucking see...." I trailed off.

Nahlia panted as if she' d been running for years. "Babes..." She sighed and sat back. "Look it's just time for you to focus on you. On Jaylen Campbell. This Dream app is the perfect oppur----"

Both our eyes shifted to my screen lit up. I craned my neck. Text message from  Erasmo Marino, it was an attachment.

I looked away and focused back on Nahlia. "Look I know---"

"Answer it." She chuckled, throwing her hand up as if she'd given up.

I shook my head. "No, I'm not gonna----"

"Answer his fucking text Jaylen. You want to. Focus on you. Do what you want." Nahlia grinned.

I smiled and picked up my phone. "Okay but like only this one and then I'm not texting him anymore." I said clicking on the text message preview.

I gasped. "This motherfucker...."

"What?"

"He's so rude!" I put my phone down in annoyance.

"What?!" Nahlia asked.

I picked up the phone, unlocked it and showed it to her.

She picked it up and I rolled my eyes as she threw her head back and laughed the loudest most annoying way possible to man.

"Really?" I asked her unamused. "Really you're just gonna laugh like that..."

Nahlia chuckled and shook her head. "He's an asshole." She laughed.

I picked up my phone and looked at the picture. "I don't even look like that!" I pointed accusingly. I stared at his smart-ass comment.

The resemblance is uncanny, is it your twin?

He followed it by a picture of....a potoo

I rolled my eyes. "He's not funny." I pointed at me phone. "See, told you no sense of humor. Can't take a joke...can't...I don't even want to be his friend. You now what. I'm gonna delete his number right now." I lifted my chin and clicked on his name to delete the contact.

Yes. I am motherfucking sure I want to delete this contact. I clicked it angrily and then put my phone down soundly. "There.....matter of fact..." I pressed the side and volume up button simultaneously. Slide my finger across my phone and put it down. "There."

I crossed my arms over my chest and looked up at Nahlia. "What?" Why was she staring at me like that.

"Fuck." She whispered seriously. "You really like him."

"I fucking hate him. He's just a boy." I repeated. "This is why I don't want to go any lower than 35." I picked up my smoothie angrily. "Fuck these kids."

**

It was a joke.

Are you really mad?

So you're just gonna leave me on read?

"Yep." I replied throwing my phone on my bed with a smile. He liked me for sure. If he hadn't he wouldn't have sent those messages through out the day. When I turned on my phone an hour later, the first text had popped, and then the next hour the second text had popped up. I still didn't respond.

Oh, I had the best wait time.

Ask my 5th grade teacher. To this day she still waiting on me to tell her the steps of the formation of sedimentary rocks.

And now 3 hours after the second text, he'd sent the third text.

SO you're just gonna leave me on read?

Yep. I grinned as I walked into the all white building. And you're gonna wait for another 45 minutes as I get my massage.

**

"Hey Mateo will be with you shortly." Amy grinned excitedly. Her eyes sparkling. Was she just really happy or did she just snort a line of cocaine in the bathroom. She handed me the towels. "Undress to your comfort level." She clapped her hands together, almost making me jump. "You're so lucky." She squealed. "I can't wait until I turn 21 and I can finally participate in the Dreams app and have Mateo give me a fully body massage."

I grinned or more like grimaced at her enthusiasm. Okay maybe it wasn't drugs. She was just an impressionable teen. And then she laughed and wiped her nose several times before walking out the room.

Nope...that's drugs.

I sighed and turned around as I put the towel on the bed. Undress to my comfort level huh?  So we can all agree that's naked. That's butt ass naked. Flaunting what my mama gave me. I don't know what was going on with me. I wasn't usually this confident and free spirited.

It's the sex.

I swear it is.

I carefully undressed and folded my clothes before settling it on the couch. I didn't need these people to think I was messy. I climbed on the bed and laid on my back, twisting and turning slight to get the towel around me.

Why didn't I put the towel on first.

Annoyed. I sat up on the bed and tied the towel around my body as the lights dimmed.

"What the fuck...." I looked up as it got darker and darker. Calm peaceful music began to play in the background. Okay once you get past the fearful notion that you're about to get killed, it actually seemed cool.

I could get with this. I've never gotten a massage in the dark before. I laid back on the bed and waited. 3 minutes later there was a soft knock and the door opened.

I was already too relaxed to look back. This music was the right choice.

"Ms. Jaylen...." A smooth baritone voice filled the room creating pleasant shivers through me still laced with a tad of fear. "I hope you don't mind. If you do I will more than happily switch the lights back on. But this is part of the appeal of the massage." I felt his voice much closer than before as if he'd floated.

I turned my head around.

"In complete darkness...each touch is felt tenfolds."

"oooohhhhh..." I moand softly as he pressed into my back.

"It enables you to concentrate on the sensation." His warms hands slid easily up my spine. "To focus on the pleasurable pressure points..."

"mmmmhhh.." I groaned as he massaged a knot I didn't even know I had.

"Just relax Ms. Jaylen." He rubbed his hand down my back slowly, pressing down on my hip and rising with hesitation to smooth his hand over my ass.

"Let yourself feel...." He continued down my legs slowly. "Remember your entire body is a sex organ."

He brushed his thumb in a circular motion around my ankle and I moaned unexpectedly feeling the jolt to my center.

"And you can find pleasure in the most unlikely of spots."

I closed my eyes, my body already tingling. I didn't know if it was from his voice or from his touch, but I already knew what was in store for me.

Has anybody ever died from too many orgasms in such a short period of time? Cause I swear I've accumulated 5 years of orgasms in just this past week and a half.

**

I twirled the spaghetti in my plate as I smiled at my phone. Oh so...he called at 8:00 p.m. huh? And not just a call but facetime? I smiled as I put my fork down and accepted his call.

I opened my mouth to speak but as soon as the video same on, I was greeted  by green eyes staring in confusion at the screen. Those eyes belonged to an elderly slim oval face adorned in dignified wrinkles. Her white hair was cut in a thick shoulder length bob with bangs.

"L'ha accesso?"

"Si Nana,  Ti ho detto di guardare in camara!" half of Erasmo's face was off the camera. But I could see he was trying to move the phone further away from her sticking her eye into the camera. "Magari non cosi vicino." He moved the phone away and lifted it up so I could see his face.

I involuntarily smiled seeing the top of his grandmother's head still at the bottom of the screen. That lady must be short.

"Sorry Jaylen, I was trying to have a a nice apology by bringing in the adorable grandmother but Nana's fucking  annoying with technology."

"Lo sai che odio tecnologia!" She yelled at him and I saw a thin tanned wrinkled hand hit his arm. "Me la lasci vedere." Erasmo lowered the camera to her face again and his grandma came back in view.

I chuckled as she removed her black cat eye glasses from the top of her head and wore them to look better at the phone. "JAYLEN? JAYLEN.!" She called out my name loudly.

"Perché?perché gridi?" Erasmo asked her loudly.

"Raso, lei non può sentirmi!" The grandma yelled back at him.

"Nana! può sentirti." He sighed loudly in annoyance.

I had no idea what these two were arguing back and forth for but it was the cutest most adorable thing I've ever seen and he won. Yep he won. He played the adorable grandma card and it worked,

"Ok, ok , calmati." The grandma responded and squinted back into the phone. "Jaylen, he a sorry yes?

"Hi!" I responded. "Yes, okay."

"Okay!" She said loudly and I watched as the phone moved and the old lady rattled off in italian. Erasmo lifted the phone up and winked at me just as his Nana planted a cute little kiss on his cheek and patted it as she walked away.

He chuckled and walked away with the phone. "You can stop cheesing now."

"You're the one that's cheesing." I responded, loving to see him squint against the setting sun. It illuminated him and made him seem even more ethereal than before. Like a fucking fallen angel.

"Why'd you get so upset?" He asked. "It was just a picture."

"Because you called me ugly."

"Why are you fishing for compliments huh?" He asked as he sat down on what looked like a rocking chair. He brought the phone up to his face so I could see him clearly.

"How am I fishing for compliments?" I asked.

"Because you want me to tell you you're not ugly." He smirked and rocked away. "But you already know that you're not."

I fluttered my eyelashes at him. "So you think I'm pretty huh?"

"You're so childish." He chuckled.

I smiled and dug into my homemade spaghetti.

"Raso!"

"Che?" He called out away from the phone.

"Sono tuo cugino, Lola"

"Dove?" He stood up from his rocking chair. His phone was lowered as I heard him groan. "Are you serious?"

"We need to talk."

I heard a female voice in the back ground.

"Now."

I could hear Erasmo's sigh. He brought his phone up and turned off the video.

I blinked in surprise. Did he just...hang up on me cause some girl showed up.

I stared dumbly at the message he sent.

Sorry. Had to hang up.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course you do." This was all just a game to him. I shrugged and opened the dream app to take my mind off him and what just happened.

My friend list.

1.     Erasmo Marino

2.     Craig Dunbar

3.     Veronica Shaffer

4.     Mateo Rodriguez

Humm....well I did have one request left for the week. What did I want to do?

**

"Seriously, you're still upset Nana didn't invite you?"

"Yes." Lola turned around and pulled their grandmother into a tight hug

(all conversations with the grandma is in Italian. Conversations between Lola and Erasmo are in English but because I'm not about to act like I know a shit ton of Italian to write it all in Italian, it will all be written in English)

"Nana, why didn't you invite me?" Lola pouted.

"Because you're always busy." Nana responded. "Erasmo always makes time."

Erasom smirked and stuck his middle finger up at his cousin while temporarly preoccupied on his phone.

"Busy or not! I would like to be asked." Lola frowned.

"And I would like to be back in Milan, but look at me now. We don't always get what we want." Nana smacked her arm and then pulled Lola's face down to plant a kiss on her cheek. "You're so skinny, you're in time for dinner. And don't talk to me about carbs!"

Lola beamed. "Yes, nana."

"You two don't fight for two long." Nana ordered the two best cousins. "I don't want to have to come beat you two up."

"Yes, Nana."

They smiled at The old lady as she carefully walked back into her house.

"She's getting old." Lola whispered softly.

"Yeah..." Erasmo sighed. "You saw the limp? She hit me with the cane when I told her she needs to use it."

Lola chuckled, clearly being able to imagine it. She turned back to her younger cousin and crossed her arms over her chest. "You're not following protocols."

Erasmo sighed and sat back in the rocking chair. "What are you talking about?"

Lola reached into her purse and pulled out her tablet. "Last week you had a last minute dream request for a threesome."

"Yeah..." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"From a Ms. Nahlia Uduku, a new member, which is good..." she put her finger up. "But then we didn't know who the third person was because....oh it wasn't logged into the system." Lola spoke scarstically. "So we went to check your messages with her and....well....Jaylen Campbell right?"

"Yeah, she's new on the app."

"Oh...oh so...you knew Jaylen Campbell. So you didn't fuck a random third person." Lola asked innocently.

"I didn't fuck a random third person." He repeated in a monotone voice.

"Oh because you see....it's not in the system." She pointed to her tablet. "In a threesome all three parties need to be registered in the app, and log their activity...either by you...if...."She shrugged. "Oh I don't know, this person didn't know they had to log it in."

"I forgot." Erasmo shrugged.

Lola squinted at him and shook her head. "Don't fucking lie to my face. I went to go check Jaylen's profile." Lola told him. "She didn't have any requests left to be able to participate in a threesome and you knew it...." She pointed at him. "Which I was going to let slide....until..." she angrily scrolled through her tablet.

Erasmo closed his eyes and leaned back in the rocking chair.

"I checked your correspondence and you my dear cousin, deleted the direct messages you sent her at around 1:45 am."

Erasmo sighed and leaned back forward. "What's the big deal?" He asked.

Lola grabbed the arms of the rocking chair to stop him from moving. "The big deal cuzzo." She said through grated teeth. "Is because you're a fucking sneaky ass bastard and I need you to stop whatever it is you think you're doing."

"I'm not doing anything." He stated plainly, meeting her gaze.

"Then why the deleted messages?"

He shrugged. "I sent it to the wrong person."

"Oh did you now?" Lola smirked, cocking her head to the side.

Erasmo held her gaze and leaned back in the rocking chair comfortably.

"Give me your phone." She ordered.

"Why?"

"Give me your phone." Lola poke seriously.

"Why?"

"Because I don't know what the fuck you're doing." She hollered at him. "The last time you deleted messages in the app and conveniently forgot important rules to cater to a certain young lady who fucking caught your eye....it ended up really fucking bad!" She snatched his phone out of his hand. "Or did you forget?"

She stuck his phone in his face to unlock and immediately scrolled through it. Erasmo watched as she crosschecked something on her tablet with whatever she was seeing on his phone. He rubbed his thumb over his bottom lip as she swiped in frustration.

Groaning, she threw him back the phone.

"Happy?" He asked, taking his phone back. "If you wanna check the company phone, it's on the table."

Lola glared at him. "You have a fucking type Erasmo." She pointed at him. "She fits it. I saw her profile."

He tapped his leg in annoyance.

"You don't like the gorgeous girls. You like the average beauty with the nice mouth and the big eyes." She put up the picture of Jaylen. "The innocent looking ones, not married, no kids...who's looking to...." She squinted at the profile and turned to Erasmo in annoyance. "Cuddle."

Erasmo chuckled. "Oh my God, are you done."

"You fucked her three times in a week." Lola stated. "Last time I checked, you don't do that. You hate it. Even your fucking top 5 people know they get one day....so what the fuck are you doing?"

"Hop off my nuts!"

"Don't fucking start shit again!"

"I'm not!"

"I swear to God Erasmo!"

"I'm not doing anything!"

"I'm not filing another restraining order with you!"

"You don't fucking have to."

"These girls are not going to give you what you're looking for!" Lola cried out exasperated.

"I'm not looking for anything!"

Lola heaved. "Yes you are! That's why you love them hard and then you leave them when they don't fit that role you envisioned in you head." She accused. "And I have to fucking pick up the pieces, file the retraining orders, pay therapy fees for crazy ass girls that fucking tattoo your name on their ass."

"Enough!" Nana yelled from the door. "Enough!" she limped over to Erasmo and stood protectively in front of him. "Why are you always yelling at my grandson."

"Nana he's-----"

"He looks for love and what?" Nana asked. "So what? You want him bitter like you?" She demanded.

"I'm not bitter." Lola stomped her foot.

"I told him." Nana pointed at Erasmo. "I told him. Do not go work for Lola. Do not! She will turn you into her!" she shook her fingers at her granddaughter. "Erasmo is not you. He is not. He wants love. He wants affection. He needs it...poor boy....if my daughter had lived....if she had lived...." Nana gasped as warm tears fell down her face.

Erasmo shot out of his chair and glared at Lola. "Seriously?" He demanded holding his grandmother tight as she cried in his arm. "Shhh...Nana come on....come on don't cry."

"My poor boy." Nana cried as she touched his cheek. "My poor Rasso."

"You fucking baby him, that's the problem." Lola muttered. But feeling bad that she was the cause of distress to her grandmother, she stepped forward and kissed the old lady's head. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm trying to protect him to Nana. I'm not the villain here. Erasmo's not innocent. He gets carried away."

"Oh hush." Nana sighed and hugged Lola. "He's your younger brother. You take care of him you hear."

"I don't need Lola to take care of me."

"You hush up also."

"Okay Nana."  Erasmo answered.

"This is not over." Lola whispered to her younger cousin as she took their nana's arm.

Erasmo watched her in annoyance as they made their way inside for dinner. Lola glared at Erasmo as she reached over on the table and grabbed the company phone. He watched her carefully as she unlocked it with the pen and scrolled through the phone. After about a minute she put it down in annoyance and shot her cousin a look.

Erasmo smiled at her innocently. "Find what you're looking for?"

"I hope you know you just earned yourself an extra set of eyes on your little crush." Lola told him and spun around.

Erasmo glared at his cousin as they made their way to the dining room.