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• A dark gay romance story that will make you laugh, sweat and cry • contains Spanish • HAE but I won't promise not to break your heart • 18+
Juan Cruz, 21 years old, big mouth and a power bottom works in a trendy night club in Chicago. He wants...
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I slowly wake up and want to cuddle into Carlos chest but all I feel is emptiness. Confused I sit up and look around.
"Carlos?"
Where the hell is he?
"Carlos!!", I call out
What the fuck? I grab my phone an call him.
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I hang up, walk into the bathroom to let the cold water clear my mind. I'm too pissed to think. After a few minutes I hear the elevator door.
"Fuck Carlos, where have you been?", I ask angry and walk out of the bathroom
Lucas is standing in front of the door.
"Oh uhm I'm sorry!", he says and looks at the floor
"I have a towel", I say annoyed
God, don't act like this because of nothing.
"Carlos, would probably kill me"
"Look at me and tell why you're here. Where's Carlos?"
"He has business with Alejandro"
Didn't he promised me it would be just the first day?
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, he told me to stay here with you"
"I'm going", I say and want to grab my clothes
"No, you can't. He told me you're not allowed to go out"
"Did you just said he doesn't allow me to go outside?"
"Yes"
"And why?"
"I can't tell you"
"Lucas, tell me what the fuck is going on"
"I can't, I'm sorry Juan. Now put on some clothes"
"Or what?"
"Juan, please"
"Fuck", I put on some damn clothes
He said he wouldn't leave like this again. He said he would leave a fucking message. What's so hard about that? Is it that difficult to write a message?
"I hate him", I mumble and plumb onto the bed
"Don't say that"
"Why? He promised he wouldn't leave without a word again? And now?"
"It was really important, Juan"
"More important than me? Does he think I'll always forgive him? He's stupid when he thinks I'll always wait and forgive him"
"I really can't answer that, Juan. The only thing I can say that it was important, you know we are also his family"
"I know that", ashamed I look away. Yes, he's right but I hate him just leaving like that. "Can we order breakfast? I'm hungry", I ask to change the subject
