Don’t Hide it.
Angel’s Pov.
It was late noon.
Raul and I were returning from our photo shoot.
It had been an exhausting, yet undeniably interesting day, and all I wanted was to go home. Without warning, Raul slid an arm beneath my thighs and scooped me into a bridal carry, making me gasp.
“R-Raul, what are you doing? People might—”
“They can think and say whatever they want, tesoro, because it’s the truth.”
He pecked my forehead and carried me confidently out of the studio to the car.
“Let’s go,” he told the driver.
I rested my head on his shoulder as his warm palm found my thigh, his thumb caressing slow circles into my skin.
“Angel,” he whispered huskily into my ear—his voice low and sinful. My nipples hardened instantly at the sound.
“Ride me.”
It wasn’t a request. It was a command—simple, dominating, and so Raul.
I lifted my head, my eyes darting from his to the driver.
“B-but the—”
“Forget about him,” he cut in sharply, already irritated by my hesitation.
Before I could protest further, he pulled me onto his lap, my body sliding easily into place.
His hard dick pressed up against my covered pussy, and I almost moaned at the sheer size and heat of him beneath me.
I ran my hand from his sharp jawline to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt to expose the inked tattoos I’d grown addicted to.
Grinding down on him, I watched his jaw clench, a low groan slipping from his throat.
I tugged his bottom lip free from his teeth with my thumb and pulled him by the collar, nestling his face between my breasts.
“Cazzo,” the Spanish curse slipped from his sinful mouth.
His palms gripped my ass, rough and eager. I moaned into his ear, letting my lips trail from his lobe to his jaw, my fingers grazing every muscle of his rock-hard chest and abs.
Our lips collided in a messy, heated kiss, and I felt that familiar ache stir in my belly.
He tugged my dress up, fingers finding their way between my thighs.
A shaky moan escaped my lips as he found my clit and rolled it between his fingers. My toes curled in pleasure.
“Raul—” I whimpered, clutching his shirt.
Then his finger slid inside me.
I bit my lip hard, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Raul, I’m about to—”
But I couldn’t finish the sentence. My orgasm crashed through me, wet and overwhelming.
He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, eyes never leaving mine.
“You taste divine, tesoro.”
His voice was gravelly, deeper than usual, dark with desire.
He gripped my jaw and pulled me back into a kiss, his tongue tasting me all over again.
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Later that night, after my bath, I stood out on the balcony. The cool wind kissed my skin, offering some comfort.
I hadn’t realized how lonely and fucked up my life felt—until Raul walked into it.
Graduating with honors, unable to land a decent job, my father walking out when we needed him most, turning to stripping, and now… being a mistress.
It baffles me that I fell for a man I was never supposed to want.
But I didn’t choose this life.
Tears slid down my cheeks before I could stop them.
I didn’t regret chasing my dreams… or falling for Raul. But the reality of what I meant to him was hard to bear.
Would I always be the mistress? Would he ever leave his wife? Was I just a fantasy, a distraction? Or could he actually love me one day?
I sensed his presence beside me, strong and silent.
I quickly wiped my face and forced a smile, turning toward him.
“I thought you were asleep,” I said softly.
He didn’t reply right away. His eyes studied mine, serious, intense.
“Don’t hide it, tesoro,” he murmured.
From her eyes, I could tell she wasn’t okay.
The silent tears that slipped down her cheeks left behind trails that screamed what her smile tried to hide.
“I thought you were asleep,” she said in a faint voice, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
I stared at her face, glowing under the silver kiss of the moonlight—still breathtaking, even in sadness.
“Don’t hide it, tesoro,” I said softly, my gaze firm.
She furrowed her brows like she didn’t understand, pretending to be confused.
I sighed, then gently cupped her cheeks in my palms.
“It’s okay to cry. Let it out,” I whispered, my thumbs brushing her warm, damp skin.
“I—I’m sorry, Raul,” she broke down, sobbing—and it caught me off guard.
“I’m sorry for everything… for destroying your marri—”
I silenced her with a kiss, firm and slow.
“Why are you apologizing, Caramella?” I asked when I pulled back.
“For letting me touch you? For having feelings for me? Or are you apologizing for my choice to cheat on my wife?” I arched a brow, searching her soul.
“I… it’s not right, Raul. We both know that Cata—”
“Let’s not go there, Caramella.” I cut her off and kissed her again, this time softer, longer, like a balm for her pain.
I gently wiped the tears from her cheeks.
“Come on… don’t ruin the night,” I whispered, tugging lightly at her cheek in an attempt to coax a smile. But she didn’t give me one.
Instead, she sighed deeply and pressed her body into mine, clutching my shirt like it was the only thing holding her together.
I waited until her heartbeat steadied against my chest, then swept her up in my arms and carried her inside.
As I laid her on the bed, I let my gaze linger. On her smooth skin. On her beautiful, tear-streaked face.
Those eyes… when they cried, it stirred something in me—something I usually only felt when mamá or Joanna were upset.
What are you doing to me, Angel?
The thought slipped out of my mouth in a whisper as I leaned down to kiss her forehead, letting my lips linger against her soft skin.
I know what we’re doing is a sin. But if loving her means burning in hell, then I’ll gladly fan the flames.
Or get on my knees and beg God for a chance to rewrite my life… Just so she could be in every chapter.
Author’s Note – Let’s Talk, Angels!
Whew… that was a ride, wasn’t it?
From car confessionals to late-night balcony tears… Angel’s emotions are tangled, raw, and real. But now I want to hear from you.
Do you think Raul truly loves her… or is she just an escape from his reality?
Should Angel keep holding on—or protect her heart and walk away?
Drop your thoughts, predictions, or favorite quotes from this chapter in the comments!
Your feedback fuels me, and who knows… your theory might just become canon
Love & drama,
Auteure Angel
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