Chapter 03
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“Come on. Get off,” he said once they stopped in front of a sleek, modern apartment building.
Lia seemed completely out of it. She was still leaning against him, holding on a little tighter.
“And half an hour ago she wanted to fight me,” he muttered.
He got off the bike abruptly, which jolted Lia back to reality. Her eyes opened with difficulty.
“W-where am I?” she mumbled, looking around.
“You’re completely drunk, and I’m exhausted.”
“Follow me,” he added flatly.
“Are you crazy?!” she yelled.
“Ow!” she cried, holding her forehead.
“Either you follow me, or you figure out how to get home on your own. Do whatever you want.”
Esteban walked straight ahead, not caring what happened behind him.
Just before stepping inside, his phone vibrated.
Incoming call: Celia.
He silenced it and walked in, closing the door behind him.
“She can do whatever she wants. It’s none of my business,” he grumbled.
Outside, Lia stood frozen. Her eyes scanned the empty streets. Large residences, no one outside. Silence everywhere.
She looked at the apartment, the motorcycle, the dark surroundings.
“What am I supposed to do now?!” she panicked.
She frantically opened her purse and grabbed her phone.
“Ugh… stupid phone! It’s dead!” she exclaimed.
“Lia, breathe…”
She inhaled deeply.
“Now wipe your eyes and walk into that house. Show him you’re not scared.”
She wiped her tears, straightened up, and forced a more confident look before finally walking toward the entrance.
But with every step, she pressed a hand to her chest.
“He’s so unbearable…” she muttered.
Inside, everything was normal for him. He had poured himself another drink and was sitting comfortably when the door suddenly opened and Lia appeared in front of him.
“I thought you would’ve been brave enough to take the challenge,” he said when he saw her.
Her pupils were dilated, her hands gripping the strap of her purse.
“Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?” she snapped.
Esteban took another sip as if nothing was happening. Then he set the glass down and stood up, facing her directly. He slowly looked her up and down.
After a long silence, he finally broke it.
“You can have the living room.”
He turned, about to head down the hallway.
“STOP!” Lia shouted.
“You don’t get to talk to a woman like that. Who do you think you are? You think you can just do whatever you want? Treat us like we’re nothing when you’re the ones who are worth nothing?!”
Esteban didn’t move forward. Instead, he turned back and smiled.
“Alright…” he murmured, a crooked smile on his lips that wasn’t reassuring at all.
He walked to a cabinet, grabbed another glass, and sat back down on the couch. He poured himself more.
When he set the bottle down, his gaze locked onto hers again.
“You’ve got a lot on your chest. Go ahead. Say it.”
He filled his glass again and lifted it toward her.
“To your problems,” he said with that cold smile.
Lia stared at him helplessly, her eyes shifting between that mocking smile and the glass.
“If you’re afraid I might do something to you, don’t worry… you disgust me,” he added coldly.
He downed the drink in one gulp and poured himself another.
“This is unbelievable!” Lia snapped, fed up with his tone.
“You think you’re perfect? And we’re the crazy ones?!”
Esteban let out a bitter laugh.
“Right now, you’re far from civilized.”
Lia scoffed.
“Oh, so I’m the one with no manners? We’ll see about that.”
She took off her purse and threw it aside. Then she grabbed his glass and drank it in one go.
“Ahh!” she gasped.
“Let’s go again. We’re playing a game.”
Esteban straightened up, that smirk still on his face.
“Fine.”
Lia sat down across from him.
“You’re going to say all the nonsense you believe about women, and I’ll give you reasons to remember that you men are worse. Every time someone feels attacked, they drink.”
She pushed the glass toward him.
“Deal?”
A bitter smile appeared on her lips too.
“Let’s do it,” Esteban replied calmly.
“I’ll start. I hope you’re ready.”
She pointed at him.
“You know what the word ‘love’ means to you?”
She stared at him intensely before answering herself.
“It’s whatever you have between your legs.”
Esteban coughed lightly and took a sip.
“And your love? Sweet on the outside… but in reality? It’s garbage,” he shot back.
The smile instantly vanished from Lia’s face.
“Garbage? You’re the garbage! You break hearts into a thousand pieces. You only think about yourselves! The only thing that matters to you is you! You and only you!”
Esteban leaned forward, letting himself go too.
“You’re far from angels! You attack where it hurts the most!”
They both took long drinks.
Suddenly, Lia stood up.
“You’re exactly like all of them! You don’t deserve us.”
Esteban stood as well, his eyes dark.
“Neither do you. And nothing will ever change my mind.”
Lia stepped closer to him, her jaw tight with anger.
“For once, I actually agree with you,” she muttered through clenched teeth.
Esteban moved even closer. Their warm breaths mixed in the charged air.
“At least one of you finally understands. We’re better off far away from you,” he whispered.
They stood frozen, locked in each other’s eyes.
A wave of anger consumed them but so did something else. A heavy tension filled the space. No one moved. It was a suspended moment where two wounded souls finally collided.
“You don’t deserve us…” Lia breathed.
Esteban unbuttoned the top of his shirt and stepped even closer.
“You? Definitely not. I can understand why he got tired of you.”
Lia’s eyes followed the movement of his lips. Without realizing it, her gaze dropped to his chest before returning to his eyes.
“You…” she whispered.
Suddenly, she raised her hand to slap him. Esteban caught her wrist firmly.
“What were you going to do? Hit me?”
“More like this.”
She kissed him hard and intense before pulling back.
“You don’t control anything,” Esteban whispered.
He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him.
“You didn’t have the right…” he added before kissing her back.
And they both gave in to the intensity of the moment.
Esteban carried her into a bedroom, their mouths never separating, unable to control themselves—both just as fiery as the other. Clothes disappeared. And for one night, shared anger turned into a night of raw, overwhelming passion.
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