A driver drops us back to Carlos’ place, informing us that he is assigned as our driver from now on. I thank him before stepping out of the car, only to spot another car parked in the driveway next to Carlos’ Bentley.
“Oh MY MY! Did he get us a car??” Maria beams, rushing up to the car.
“Stop embarrassing yourself” I mutter, walking past her to the stone steps.
She catches up to me just as I get to the front porch and shoves me aside with her hips before reaching for the door and pushing it open. I pull her by her braid and step inside before she can.
The first thing I notice is the bare back of a woman.
Her bottoms clad in a black jean shorts as she leans her weight on the dining table. Next to her on the chair sat Carlos in a white t-shirt, the top few buttons undone.
Both of their
