Our Sinful Desires (The Color Of Passion)

Jealous

Santiago

"Why am I here?" I complained. I was annoyed, to say the least. My brother and his band had been doing soundcheck all morning. Alice and I had to tag along. She was excited and enjoying herself but I just wanted time alone with her. I had realized that we hadn't talked much about the pregnancy or celebrated it in any way. I wasn't even sure if she wanted to but I just wanted to spend time with her. That wasn't a possibility right now. After soundcheck, we went out to eat. Alice was excited about the show tonight. I think she was trying to distract herself from everything so I had no heart to take that away from her.

"This is going to be so much fun," Alice said excitedly. "Santiago?"

"Yes," I was lost in thought, I almost didn't hear her.

"Are you okay?" she asked me.

"Yes, I was just thinking about work," I lied.

"Always," she laughed. She continued eating like nothing was wrong. She really did seem in good spirit.

Later That Day

The concert was starting. There were so many girls there. They were all screaming and shouting. I didn't really see what was so amazing. I looked at all the gold diggers surrounding the stage and wondered. How many of them knew who my brother really was? How many actually liked the music? How many were here just to throw themselves at him? Alice and I stayed close to the stage at first but then I wanted a drink so we headed to the bar. She was smiling the whole time. The concert ended and Alice ran to go find my brother. The crowd somehow got bigger.

Alice

"Mateo," I was looking all over for him but I couldn't see him. They had set up a backroom for the band so they could change and relax before the show. I finally made my way through the crowd of girls.

"Mateo, please, let's have some fun like we used to," I heard a pretty blonde say. "What has been up with you? You have been ignoring me and not texting me back." Her voice was very shrieky and loud. I didn't want to be jealous but she just had to be a blonde.

"Matty," she called. I rolled my eyes at the nickname. "Please, I always know how to make you feel better."

"That you did but things changed," Mateo said. Suddenly, more girls came running past me.

"Mateo!" they all shouted. Mateo was smiling and so were his bandmates. I remembered back to when I first met Mateo. He was a playboy. Well, so was Santiago. I saw that first hand. Did I change them? Was it what they wanted? I see Mateo smiling, with no worry or care in the world. This is the life he has always wanted.

"Mateo, I miss you. Call me," another shouted. I quickly wiped away the tears that were beginning to fall from my eyes. It took Mateo twenty minutes to come back to Santiago and me. I didn't want to think about what held him up so long.

"So, where do we go from here?" Mateo asked.

"I want to go home and rest," I replied.

"Wait, what?" Mateo said. "We never go out like this, let's have some fun," I remembered the blonde's words.

"I really rather not," I repeated. He looked disappointed.

"If you want to go out brother, then do so," Santiago said sternly.

"What? No, not without," he looked over at me.

"Mateo, it's fine, go," I said softly. "Please. I'll be fine. I'm just so tired."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Your band did great tonight, you should be proud and celebrate with the guys," I told him.

"Okay," he kissed me and then disappeared in front of my eyes in a crowd of people.

"Let's go home," Santiago said as he kissed my hand.

I sat in the car just staring out the window.

"Are you really tired?" Santiago asked me.

"Not really," I answered. I kept thinking I would have a hard time sleeping tonight.

"I want to take you somewhere," Santiago said. I noticed we weren't heading home. It took us an hour to get to the airport. We entered a private hanger and then Santiago told me to board a private jet.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Back to where it all began," Santiago smiled.

"London," I whispered. I walked over to where Santiago was sitting and I sat on his lap.

"Should we really be leaving Mateo?" I asked Santiago.

"He is a big boy, Alice," Santiago replied. "And he didn't want to come with us anyway."

"Yeah, I guess but I didn't want to leave the country. I just wanted to go home," I told him.

"We will have our own fun," he grinned. Santiago began to kiss my neck. I let my head rollback. His hand brushed the top of my breasts. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a deep kiss. Santiago began to take off my clothes. and his fingers roamed between my thighs.

"Santiago," I moaned as his fingers found my sensitive spot.

"Hold on tight, Alice," Santiago said seductively. I grabbed his shoulder and the seat beside me. Santiago played with my p***y until I came. He brought his glistening fingers to his lips and sucked them dry.

"When are we going back home?" I asked.

"What makes you think I am ever letting you go?" Santiago replied. Santiago picked me up over his shoulder and took me to the bedroom in the back of the plane. He slowly put me on the bed and began to take off his clothes. I watched this tall muscular man undress before me. I remembered the first time I saw him. I was always impressed and attracted to him. He slowly hovered over me and entered me without warning. I grabbed onto his dark locks and let him f**k me all night. It was sweaty, hot, rough, and deep. I was taken to new heights and afraid I would never come down.