TRYING TO CONVINCE
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Brat
I keep pressing her to convince her, but she keeps dodging the issue. Still, I won't get tired until I get what I want.
"I already told you I'll think about it..." she says.
I laugh—she must really interest me if I'm making this much effort.
"Fine, but don't take too long..." she adds with a laugh.
Her answer doesn't satisfy me. She has to go out with me, or I'll stop calling myself Brat Guren. We focus for a while on what the others in the group are saying. We finish our drinks, I pay the bill, and once again I turn my attention back to her.
"Have you thought about it?" I ask.
I smile at her and she laughs again.
"Well, aren't you persistent?" she says.
For a woman like her, I'd gladly find myself pressed against her chest.
"With a woman as beautiful as you, always," I reply.
She blushes and says:
"Well, I'll let Iván know once I've decided..."
It's not enough, but it's something.
"Alright then, I'll wait for your answer," I tell her.
They get into their car and I'm left like a fool, staring until she drives away. I sigh—I have to have her, one way or another.
"Brat, what's wrong with you? I don't recognize you, brother. In the three years I've known you, never—not once—have I seen you insist this much on a woman. You've always gone for the easy ones, the hot ones..." he says.
And I laugh, because it's true. I've never wasted time chasing after anyone; they usually offer themselves. Truth is, women who want to sleep with me are never lacking. But this is different. I don't know why, but I like her too much, and I'm not giving up. I have to have her.
"Yeah, the truth is, I really like her. I want to take her to bed and do many things with that body," I confess.
She has to be mine—or I'll stop calling myself Brat Guren. Gabriela, you will end up in my bed, I don't know how, but you will.
"Well, I can assure you it won't be easy. Gabriela's only had two boyfriends in her life—one when she was a girl and the one she has now. I don't know him well, but I think they're really into each other. What I do know is from my sister, since they're friends," Iván tells me.
That's no obstacle for me.
"But I'm not just anyone. You'll see—she'll fall," I say.
He laughs, doubtful, but he'll see.
"Whatever you say... So, are we going out tonight?" he asks.
Not a bad idea, maybe it'll help me take the edge off.
"Yeah, sure. But with her. Although it wouldn't hurt if you called someone first to help ease this heat she left me with. Call some girls to the apartment," I say.
I need to take care of this tension, or I won't be able to sleep tonight. She already had me hard just by being near.
"When you say her, who do you mean?" he asks, and I laugh.
I laugh and look at him.
"Gabriela, of course," I answer.
He looks at me, astonished, as if he can't believe it.
"She said yes?" he asks.
Well... not exactly. But Iván has to take care of it somehow, convince her no matter what.
"Well, not exactly. She said she'd think about it. But you'll figure out a way to make her say yes," I tell him.
He frowns, clearly not liking the idea.
"Brat, you're putting me in the middle of this?" he asks seriously.
Of course I am—he has to get me what I'm asking for.
"Come on, you're my friend, aren't you?" I tease.
He hesitates, then replies:
"Brat, don't push it. You know I'm your friend, but I hate that kind of thing. I don't beg women—that's why I stick with the kind we usually hang out with. Gabriela isn't my type," he says.
But I'm not asking her for him. She's for me. I laugh inwardly—he'll get her for me.
"I'm not asking you to go after her yourself. Just help me out, don't be a jerk," I say.
He takes a deep breath and replies:
"Why don't you just forget her and let's have fun with some twins I know. They're incredible—no need to say more," he says.
Not that I'm saying no, but Gabriela is still on my mind.
"I'm not saying no to the twins. But I also want you to help me with Gabriela. Don't be a bad friend. If you help me with her, I'll help your sister get into the company as soon as she graduates," I offer.
"Don't be an ass, bribing me with that..." he mutters, and I laugh.
The truth is, I already planned to help him once she graduated, but he doesn't need to know that now.
"Well, I was going to help you anyway. But help me with this too, don't be an ass," I insist.
He sighs and finally says:
"Fine, I'll do what I can. Just don't call me a bad friend if it doesn't work out. Anyway, changing the subject—should I call one or two girls over to your apartment tonight?"
Of course—I need to release this heat.
"Go ahead, call them. The number is up to you," I reply.
"Alright, I'll see you at five then," he says.
"Fine," I answer.
He gets into his car, and I into mine, heading back to my apartment.
Dear readers, don't forget to vote and leave your comments—it motivates me to keep writing for you. With all my love, Francia. I hope you've enjoyed this chapter of Brat.
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