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"I don't want anything else," he whispered and pulled his boxer shorts off his legs. When he was over me again, he leaned over his bedside table and pulled something out. A little later he put a condom package between his teeth and tore it open.

During the time Ángel was putting the condom over his penis, I wrapped my legs around his waist. I wanted to feel him. I wanted to feel that happiness of an orgasm again.

Taken by surprise, I screamed and groaned as Ángel filled me out without warning. "Fuck," he gasped as he began penetrating me in and out uncontrollably. Again and again he reached a special point in me. I felt myself racing towards my climax and I suspect it won't be long with Ángel either.

I loved that feeling. The feeling of being wanted. I closed my eyes with relish and enjoyed Ángel's hands all over my body. But it wasn't Ángel's hands that I imagined with my eyes closed. It was Domenicos.

I opened my eyes in alarm before rolling them. That felt so damn good. I blinked perplexed and looked at Domenico. wait what? Fishing rod! I eyed Angel! Or is it Domenico? The alcohol bogged my head.

"Mhh," I moaned while biting my lip hard. Domenico started sucking on my throat, which almost catapulted me into heaven. I loved it when Domenico kissed my neck. If he told me I was his. "I'm yours," I murmured, probably incomprehensibly.

I had the feeling that Domenico and I were rushing towards our orgasm together at the same time. "Fuck...I...I'll be right there," I moaned, arching my back. "Me too," Domenico replied, panting, and closed his lips around my nipple again before playfully tugging at it. Just like he always did.

"Cayetana!" Domenico moaned as I felt his hot cum fill the condom. He wasn't wearing anything else. I always liked the feeling when he spilled into me. My moans got louder and louder before my abdomen exploded and an unbelievable orgasm rolled over me. "Domenico," I moaned.

Breathing heavily, I closed my eyes and first had to get my breathing under control again. I still felt Domenico's cock throbbing inside me until he suddenly withdrew from me really fast. "What?" I heard a shocked voice. Fishing rod.

I widened my eyes in a panic and didn't see blue eyes like I had thought, but Ángel's light green ones. I slammed my hand to my mouth in shock as I realized what I had just done.

My hand started shaking slightly. Ángel just looked at me in horror. "Ángel, I'm so sorry," I protested. "Did you just moan in earnest De Santi's name while I made you come?" he asked in horror and I could easily hear his slurring, which he seemed to be trying to suppress.

I looked at him in desperation and realized everything. "Fuck, we're drunk, this should never have happened," I said desperately, ruffling my hair. "Now is that your justification for imagining another man while I fuck you?" he asked irritably. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do this," I murmured, a wet haze forming in front of my eyes. "Get out!" he said dangerously quietly. "What?" I asked perplexed.

"Get out Cayetana!" he growled. I swallowed hard and slowly began to nod. With all my might I tried to hold back the tears as I quickly got up from the bed and hastily put on my clothes. I felt Ángel's eyes on me, which totally threw me off.

Due to my alcohol intus I swayed slightly, but I was able to save myself from falling over. Once I got my dress back on and picked up my bag, I walked to the door without looking at him. I opened it and stepped into the door frame before turning around again. "Ángel, I'm really-" I couldn't get any further because he slammed the door in my face. I hadn't even heard that he had followed me.

Tears welled up in my eyes. "I'm so awful," I muttered to myself, whimpering as I walked slowly down the hallway to the guest rooms. "So awful," I breathed again, tears rolling down my cheeks.

Domenico 5 HOURS LATER

I snorted and grabbed my phone before groaning in frustration. 5:47 am and I can't go back to sleep. I sighed and sat up before getting up and walking to my closet. I just decided to go down to the gym. If I can't sleep anymore anyway. That way I could at least get my mind off things.

I put on gray sweatpants. I didn't need a top, it would be completely sweaty afterwards anyway. Before I left my room, I grabbed my cell phone and then made my way downstairs. I calmly jogged down the stairs and then made my way to the gym. On the way there, I made a stop in the kitchen and got myself a bottle of water.

Then I went straight to the gym. When I entered the room, I saw that Adriano was there too. "Dude, since when are you up so early?" he laughed before putting the dumbbells down. "Since I woke up and can't go back to sleep," I replied and walked towards the treadmill. "You're making that face again," he stated. I got on the treadmill and started adjusting it. At the moment I didn't feel like answering his questions. Let alone a conversation.

He kept asking if I was alright or how I was doing. Merda, I'm not a wimp. Yes, I feel like shit about the Cayetana thing, but I really wasn't in the mood for sympathy. How I hate it. It makes you look weak.

I started the treadmill and ran off. However, my dear brother threw a spanner in the works. He came up to me and turned off the treadmill. I gave him a warning look. "If I don't answer you, then there's a reason," I grumbled.

"Bla blah blah," he just murmured and sat down on the bench. "Do you want to talk?" he asked after a moment. I looked at him annoyed. "Adriano, I'm not a fucking pussy. I'm fine," I told him. "No you're not coming." I clicked my tongue. "Domenico, you're miserable. You're my brother and I want to be there for you," he said, looking at me seriously.

"I don't need anyone to be there for me. I'll be fine. Why don't you understand?" I wanted to know. "Because you can't get along. You haven't been the same since all this shit and everyone notices that."

"Come here," he said. I frowned. "What?" I asked confused. "Come here," he said again. I snorted and got off the treadmill and sat next to him. I looked at him questioningly before not knowing what to do as he suddenly hugged me. What the?

He wrapped his arms around me and patted my back. I looked surprised and slowly put my arms around him as well. I usually only hug my family on holidays or something. But like this...it's very unusual.

Adriano broke away from me again and looked at me with an indefinable look. "It might be a bit strange now or something, but I'm there for you Domenico."

I sighed. "Adriano, I really appreciate that, but it doesn't do me any good anyway. I can't undo what happened," I murmured. "I know," he replied.

Adriano looked at me encouragingly. Also something I hate. I don't want to show any weakness. "What belongs together will find its way back together, fratello. Fight for it."

A laugh escaped my throat. "How exactly am I supposed to fight for a woman who is unattainable for me?" I asked him. "Because I very much doubt that Diego Fernández will let me into his house," I added.

"Believe me, at some point there will be an opportunity and that's when you have to fight for it."

Cayetana

I woke up with a pounding headache. "Mierda," I murmured, rubbing my eyes. I yawned and sat up and ran a hand through my hair.

I widened my eyes in panic. "Oh no. No, no, no, no, no!" I murmured pleadingly to myself.

The party.

The alcohol.

Dancing.

The sex with Ángel.

"Domenico."

oh crap I got up in a hurry and walked towards the door. I had to go to Adriana. Fuck! I've done my best work again. I left the guest room in quick steps and rushed to Adris' door. I tried to do it as quickly as possible because I didn't want anyone to see me. Above all, I didn't want to run into Ángel.

Without knocking, I yanked open Adriana's door. Her eyes darted to me, startled. She was sitting on her bed playing with her cell phone. "Mierda, you can't storm in here like a madman!" she said. "Lo siento, but I have to talk to you," I said cautiously. "What's going on?" she asked as I walked towards her bed.

"I built shit, pretty big ones," I said hesitantly. Her look indicated to me to start talking. "You know last night when you and Ale left. That's when Ángel came to me," I said, pausing a little while laughing desperately. "Well, we ended up in bed somehow and when I came I didn't moan his name but Domenicos." As soon as I finished saying the words, I covered my face with my hands. I didn't even want to see her reaction. Ángels was enough for me.

I cannot put into words how incredibly sorry I am. I will never drink alcohol again! Especially his look...

Mierda, that shouldn't have happened at all! Ángel had feelings for me, but I didn't have feelings for him. I don't want him getting his hopes up. I'm so incredibly sorry. And all of that on his birthday.

Slowly and fearfully, I took my hands away from my face and looked at Adriana. Her gaze was undefinable. Especially since she looked behind me. At that moment, all facial features may have slipped away from me. Can it get any worse?

"Oh no," I said desperately. "You what?" I heard Alejandro ask in shock behind me. "Why the hell don't you tell me that my brother has my back?" I asked Adriana.

"Why the hell are you fucking my brother moaning your ex's name?" she asked me, overwhelmed. "You're fucking my brother too!" I argued desperately. "You can't compare that at all!", she replied confused. "I know," I said desperately.

I took a deep breath before turning to Alejandro. "Buenos dias, hermano," I grinned desperately. He just looked at me completely confused. "You're really in trouble," he said before ruffling his hair dry with the towel. "And how she has that," I heard Adriana's voice. I turned back to her with my mouth open in disgust.

"What? I feel sorry for Ángel," she said. I sighed and buried my face in my hands. "I'm screwing everything up. Mierda, I didn't mean to do any of that," I mumbled desperately. "But hey, first of all you were both drunk and besides I don't think Ángel will hate you now. He will be hurt but I don't think he will hate you. And also I think that the alcohol is a big one too role because of the Domenico thing," she said reassuringly.

I sighed again. "This man is really destroying everything for me, or rather my still existing feelings," I wailed. I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. Adriana gently stroked my arm.

"You might want to talk to him," she suggested, and I nodded. "I'll do that after breakfast, because I need something to eat first, otherwise scary noises will come out of my stomach," I said, which made her laugh slightly. "By the way, do you have something to wear for me?" I asked her, pointing to my dress. Adriana nodded and stood up.

-

Now I'm sitting in the guest room and staring at the door. I had just changed and actually wanted to go down to eat, but I didn't dare. I doubt I can look Ángel in the eye without feeling miserable.

"You can do it," I encouraged myself before taking deep breaths. "You'll talk to Ángel afterwards. Everything will be fine," I mumbled, standing up.

I took one last deep breath before making my way down. At the bottom, I heard laughter coming from the dining room. Apparently there was a good mood. It's good.

"Buenos dias," I greeted everyone as I entered the room. "Buenos dias," they all replied in unison. I glanced through the crowd and stopped by Ángel. I couldn't define his gaze, but at least he didn't look angry. Surely that's good, isn't it?

I took a seat between Juan and Sebastián and listened to the topic of conversation. "I didn't say that!" Adriana said, embarrassed. "Oh yes hermana!" Juan laughed. "What's the matter?" I demanded calmly, trying not to show how nervous I am about Ángel. What if they saw us last night?

When I asked everyone, except for Adriana, they all started laughing. "Nothing!" she said quickly. I looked at her skeptically. That didn't sound like nothing. "Last night, when Ale carried her in, she said. I quote: 'If you don't put me down now, then castrate yourself'," Juan explained to me.

I had to laugh unintentionally. "Fun idea," I murmured, giggling. Adriana gave me a venomous look. She was visibly uncomfortable. "Shut up you," she growled in shame. I knew what she was referring to, which is why I kept my mouth shut. "It's good now," Alejandro intervened. Adriana gave Ale a grateful look.

"Where were you yesterday?" Juan suddenly asked Ángel. "You were suddenly gone," he added. My eyes widened minimally and got scared. My heart pounded violently against my chest as I nervously awaited Ángel's reply. "Yeah, I...um got tired," Ángel replied. I exhaled in relief. "And besides, yesterday was a really long day," he added

-

Gradually everyone left the dining table. Ángel had already left. I wanted to talk to him, but I was scared, which is why I've been staring at the table for minutes. Inside I knew I had to go through this. I definitely had to apologize to him again. I owed him that. Ángel didn't deserve this. He's always been good to me and I do that. Even if it wasn't wanted. I never wanted to hurt Ángel's feelings. All of this shouldn't have happened in the first place. I thought of another man while another took me. Is there anything worse?

I got up resolutely and left the dining room. I need to talk to Angel. I hope he even talks to me. I swallowed hard as I climbed the stairs, my heart beating harder on my chest with each step.

I stopped in front of his door. "You can do this," I murmured under my breath before knocking. There is no way back. I nervously put my hand on the latch and opened the door. Ángel sat on his bed and was on his cell phone. He looked at me. Expressionless. I swallowed. "Can you talk for a moment?" I asked cautiously. "Or can you at least listen to me?" I added quickly. I didn't want him to send me away again.

Angel sighed. "To be honest, I don't really feel like having you around right now," he said dryly. Ouch. "But I'm listening to you," he continued. Luckily. I closed the door behind me and walked towards his bed. I took a seat next to him.

"First of all, I'm sorry. Really, I didn't mean to," I began. Ángel didn't say anything, just listened. Before I continued I swallowed the fat lump in my throat. "To be honest, I don't really know what else to tell you. I don't think this should have happened in the first place. We were drunk," I said. "That's still no excuse for your name swap," he replied coolly.

"I know. Ángel, I never wanted to hurt you. Mainly because I know how you feel about me. I don't know, my thoughts kind of went to Domenico. It was uncontrolled, like I had no control over my head "I explained. "What you feel for me, I feel for Domenico. Still and still so strong. It's not my fault. They just don't want to go away. But you have to believe me, I never really wanted to hurt your feelings." I hated my damn heart for still beating for Domenico. But what am I supposed to do?

My breath became shaky and tears tried to creep into my eyes. I quickly blinked them away again. "I don't want to lose you as a friend, Ángel," I whispered, my voice cracking.

Ángel's expression softened. "You won't lose me, Cayetana. But I think I need a little distance first," he said. I slowly nodded.

That day I swore to myself two things:

That I will never drink alcohol again.

And that I will forever forget Domenico De Santis.