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"Cayetana, shut up!" Alejandro yelled from below. "Yeah, wait, I'm almost done!" I called back as loud as I could. I was still doing my make-up. Today is Ángel's birthday and that's why we're going to the López.

And I wouldn't be Cayetana Fernández if I hadn't lost track of time again. The thing with Chiara was now three weeks ago. And I still can't get Domenico out of my head, just like my feelings for him didn't want to go away. But over time the pain wasn't so severe. And someday, I'll be able to forget him. Hopefully.

When I told my family about it, that with Chiara and that Eliano had given me his word, they were just as skeptical as I was. But my father said: "If Eliano De Santis gives you his word, he doesn't break it either".

Well, I certainly didn't care. I wanted nothing more to do with that family, especially not one particular family member.

I pushed those thoughts aside and painted my lips with red lipstick. I didn't want to think about that family anymore. Never again in my whole life.

"Cayetana!" Alejandro yelled again. I rolled my eyes. "Yes that's fine! I'm coming!" I yelled and got up. I pulled my fitted red dress down because it had ridden up a bit and took another look at myself in the mirror. I let my hair fall back in curls and my make-up was actually quite simple.

I slung my small purse over my head and quickly grabbed Ángel's gift. After that I left my room and ran down the stairs where everyone was already waiting for me. "Always the same with you," Ramón wailed. "Women just take a long time," Antonia defended me. "It took you a long time too," Valentín scolded her.

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"How many will there actually be?" I asked Alejandro, looking to the left. "I don't know, but it certainly won't be few," he replied. I just nodded and looked out the window again. "We're going to stay the night with the López, aren't we?" I asked. "Sí, but you won't sleep at Adriana's," he said, which made me look back at him. "What?" I wanted to know. A smile graced his lips. "The hide-and-seek game will no longer be necessary," he explained. I didn't understand anything at the moment. "What do you mean?" I asked confused. "I told papá, mamá and the others this morning before you were downstairs," he said.

I looked at him in disbelief. "How now? No one gave any hints! And why are you only telling me this now?" I wanted to know. Alejandro laughed lightly. "Adriana and I agreed yesterday that we will tell everyone today. She also told her family." "You should have seen Papa's face. I think he was a little overwhelmed, but he's kind of happy. Mamá was happy like a little child. And the others didn't say much about it," he explained.

"How did Álvaro and Lucia, or Ángel and Juan react?" I wanted to know. "Adriana said they took it well too," he said.

I sighed. "That means I have to put up with you all the time and everywhere?" I wanted to know, played desperately, which made Alejandro laugh. Although I didn't want to admit it, they were a really sweet couple. "Well, hermana, it's all about love for me," he grinned, confident of victory. His grin vanished immediately afterwards. "Lo siento. I didn't mean it like that," he immediately apologized. I just smiled away. "It's okay," I said, knowing he didn't mean it.

As I looked ahead, I realized that we had arrived. Alejandro just drove through the gate and I already saw a lot of people. "Since when does Ángel have so many friends?" I laughed lightly. There was a lot going on.

Ale parked and we both got out. After walking through all the people for a while, I saw Adriana. With quick steps and followed by Alejandro, I ran towards her. "Heyyy!" she greeted me and wrapped her arms around me. "Hi," I laughed, holding the present for Ángel because I almost dropped it.

"Where's the birthday girl?" I asked her because I didn't see Ángel anywhere. "He hid in his room for a moment," she said, while Ale wrapped his arms around her from behind and pressed a kiss on her cheek. I wrinkled my nose and turned around before quickly looking away. All I could hear was Adriana laughing.

I pushed my way through all the people to the house. Arrived in the foyer, I ran straight up the stairs. I walked down the hallway until I got to Ángel's room. I knocked and then put my hand on the latch to open the door. Ángel, who was sitting on his bed, looked at me. "Hi," he said. "There's the birthday boy," I grinned and walked towards him. I sat down next to him and placed the present on his bed. "Feliz cumpleaños" (Happy Birthday) I smirked and hugged him.

"Gracias," he laughed, returning my hug. After we broke up again, I handed him my gift. "For me?" he grinned. "Yeah, for you old man," I laughed. He looked at me indignantly. "Hey, I've turned 31. I was just born!" he laughed, tearing me down.

"Go on. Open up! Hop Hop!" I said. Smiling, Ángel turned to the gift and untied the ribbon. "You know, it's hard to give a present to someone who has everything," I said. "But I hope you like it," I said with a tight grin on my lips. Ángel peeled off the wrapping paper and looked at the picture frame, which contains a picture of him, Adriana, Mir, Alejandro and Juan when we were little. Ale, Ángel and Juan sat cross-legged on the lawn while Adriana and I stood behind them and made faces. I recently found it and immediately thought it would be the perfect gift.

With a big smile on his lips, he turned his head to me. "I really like it," he smiled. "Thank you, Tana," he said, hugging me. "I'm glad you like it."

"And now let's go! Your guests are waiting!" I laughed.

Domenico

In one gulp I taught the rest of my glass. "I'm going up," I said, standing up. "Are you tired already?" Leonardo joked. I looked at him blankly. "No, but I want to be alone for the rest of the evening," I replied and made my way to the door. I left the living room and made my way to my room.

"Domenico," I heard Adriano's voice while I was about to go up the stairs. Adriano had followed me. I stopped moving and turned to face him. He was standing at the top of the stairs. I walked back down the few steps I had gone up. "What is it?" I wanted to know. "Are you all right?" he asked. No Yes." "I don't believe you, Domenico," he said. He looked concerned. I rubbed my face, snorting. "Adriano, what exactly do you want to hear from me?" I wanted to know. "How about the truth?" he replied.

"I feel shit, okay? Is that what you want to hear? I feel shit because the woman I love doesn't want me anymore and probably hates me to hell. And I have myself to blame. So that would be I owe you a great deal if you leave me alone now," I said and immediately turned around and ran up the stairs.

I'm not in the mood for conversation at the moment. I quickly walked to my room door and walked in. I hit her with force and ran towards my bed. I sat down on the side Cayetana had always lain on. "God, I'm so stupid," I mumbled, rubbing my face.

I can't do anything right once. I sighed and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I lay on my side and opened the chat with Cayetana. I can't write to her anymore because she blocked me, but I was still able to see our messages. I bit my lower lip hard because my eyes started to sting a little as I read a text from her.

Good night, I love you mi amor <3

Cayetana

"I still think you should have let me know," I slurred lightly. Ángel's birthday party was in full swing and alcohol was my best friend.

"Yes, but at least it's outside now," Adriana replied, also slurring. I think we both looked a little too deep into the glass. That thought made me giggle, which carried Adriana away. "Why are you giggling?" I asked, laughing. "I don't know," she laughed.

"I think we should go to bed, mi amor," Alejandro said. Where did he come from now? "Nonnnnn," Adriana slurred, drawing out the N. "Oh yes," said Alejandro, not seeming to accept any replies. Without saying anything else, he tossed her over his shoulder. "Ale!" she slurred.

Alejandro turned to me. "You should go to bed soon too, Tana," he said to me. I just waved him off. "Oh, the night is still so young," I slurred, grinning. Alejandro just shook his head and made his way to the estate with Adriana on his shoulder.

"One more," I said to the bartender. My drink needed refilling. He obeyed and refilled my drink. "Gracias," I murmured. I put the glass to my lips and swallowed some of the burning liquid.

"Well," I heard Ángel's voice. I looked at him and automatically had to grin. "Ángellll," I said happily. He laughed and sat down next to me. "A Scotch," he slurred to the bartender. Apparently he wasn't quite sober anymore either.

"What are you doing here alone?" he wanted to know. "Adriana just got picked up by my brother, but you can fill in for her and keep me company," I grinned while the alcohol shot through my body. "I'd love to," Ángel smiled before taking a sip of his drink.

"No no no!" I slurred a laugh. "That was completely different!" I slurred. "No! That was so," laughed Ángel. We were just arguing about something that happened years ago.

I shook my head in protest. "No," I said. "Okay, we should just leave it at that, right?" Ángel suggested. "Good," I laughed.

I looked at him dreamily and watched him undo the first three buttons of his shirt. That looked so incredibly hot. Especially his veined arms.

I bit my lip, lost in thought. "Shall we dance?" I asked him. The alcohol had a firm grip on me. A grin spread across Ángel's lips, which I returned directly.

He got up and held out his hand to me. I grabbed it with a smile and let him lead me to the dance floor. The DJ played a fast song. And as soon as we got on the dance floor, I let go of Ángel's hand and started moving wildly, and so did he. I just tuned out everything around us and danced like crazy. Ángel didn't take his eyes off me.

His gaze followed my every move. He looked at me so hungry. That made me grin seductively. I slowly danced to him. And then I turned right in front of him.

Dancing, I pressed my body against his and stretched out my arms, which wrapped around his neck backwards. Ángel's hands also clasped my hips. I felt his hardness on my butt.

"You move your hips very dangerously, mi hermosa," he whispered in my ear. It gave my skin violent goosebumps. I like that. I tilted my head back and looked at him with a grin. His fingers dug into my hips harder. "You make my cock stand even harder with that grin, babe," he growled.

On purpose, I rubbed my butt more slowly against his middle and widened my grin. With a train he turned me around and his hands clawed into my buttocks. "Are you trying to provoke me?" he slurred under his breath. "Maybe," I grinned, biting my bottom lip. His one hand slid further down under my dress. "Mierda Cayetana, your dress is so short I could finger you right here." The words came out of his mouth so sexy that I got wet right away. Just the thought...

"With this crowd?" I grinned cheekily. He tightened his grip. We just locked eyes for a moment until I wrapped my breathe around his neck and pulled him towards me so I could press my lips to his. Ángel returned my kiss and nudged my lip with his tongue. I allowed him entrance and his tongue explored every inch of my mouth.

Breathing heavily, he broke away from me. "Let's go in," he breathed. "Sí," I replied. I was about to start running when Ángel picked me up. My legs naturally wrapped themselves around his loins and his hands found themselves on my buttocks. With me in his arms, he crossed the dance floor and entered the house. Once inside, he pressed me against the cold wall of the foyer and greedily kissed my neck.

An agitated gasp escaped my throat and I was soaking wet between my legs. "Ángel," I gasped out of breath, running my fingers through his brown hair. He let go of my neck and resumed his way to his bedroom.

Once at the top, he opened the door with one hand and shot it shut with his leg. With quick steps he ran with me to his bed and let me down gently on it. Out of breath, Ángel looked at me, who was standing in front of the bed.

I sat up impatiently and crawled to the end of the bed and put my hands on his belt. With a quick movement I pulled his belt out of his jeans and then undid his zipper. Impatiently he brushed his trousers off his legs and then looked at the huge bulge in his boxer shorts.

Ángel reached under my arms and lifted me further onto the bed. He took a seat between my legs and kissed me again greedily. Ángel took my hands, fixed them over my head and held them with one hand. With the other he stroked down my body until he reached my middle. He slipped his hand into my panties. His fingers stroked my wet column.

I groaned as his thumb pushed through my labia and ran a circular motion over my clit. "So wet for me, bebé," he whispered to me before penetrating me with two fingers. At a rapid pace, he filled me with his fingers before pulling them out of me again, only to force them back into me with full force. I wriggled my arms. "Ángel," I moaned loudly, still wriggling my arms. "Please let me go," I gasped. "I want to touch you," it escaped my lips with a groan.

He let go of my arms and I immediately wrapped them around his neck before slipping them into his hair and tugging playfully. Ángel slipped his fingers out of me and looked at me with darkened eyes.

He ran his fingers along the hem of my dress and impatiently pulled it over my head, leaving me in my underwear before him. A satisfied growl escaped his throat before he began to unbutton his shirt.

When it was finally undressed, he threw it across the room. He studied me with darkened eyes as if trying to memorize everything. "Ángel," I moaned. He should touch me again.

"Please touch me again," I breathed, sliding my hand to his crotch. He audibly sucked in air between his teeth as I applied light pressure to his bump. "Fuck Cayetana, you don't know how much I want you," he gasped, stepping over me again. He pressed his midsection tightly against mine, making me moan.

Ángel slipped his hand behind my back and unbuttoned my bra and carelessly threw it on the floor. His lips closed around my nipples, making me moan. "Mierda, you're so perfect," he whispered while pulling my panties off my legs.

I was eagerly waiting for him to finally free himself from this wretched stuff. And besides, I also suspected that this would be a very long night. "I want to feel you, Ángel."