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Cataleya Valentina Velez:

My heart is racing like crazy as I step out of the big building. It was weird, taking a test in an old building that looked like it was about to collapse any second, but we did it.

Neveah opens her arms and spins around a few times, before turning to me with a big smile on her face. 'We did it!' She shouts, before running around like a little kid.

As much as I hate to admit it, we did. We're finally done. For now.

'We still have to wait for the results, but yes. We're done!' She jumps into my arms and hugs me tightly, almost squeezing me to death. 'We're going to eat so much food tonight! And we're going to fucking party!'

'I think we should wait until we have the results.' She sighs deeply and wraps her arms around mine, pulling me towards the parking lot.

Leonardo and Roman are still waiting for us. They must have left at some point, because they both have a bunch of flowers in their hands. 'Finally done!'

Neveah smiles brightly as she walks over to the car and I simply roll my eyes. 'We don't even know if we passed yet.'

'You two are smart, you'll pass for sure.' Roman chimes as he opens the door for me. I climb into the car and turn to Neveah, who can't stop smiling.

She was so nervous when we got here, but now she seems so happy. And I understand that. But we don't even have the results.

'Can we go out tonight?' She asks. Not to Leon or Roman. She asks me. 'I think we should wait until we have the results.'

Roman nods and turns around, so he can look at us. 'When will you get the results?'

'Tomorrow before twelve.' 'That fast?' Leon asks, and both Neveah and I nod. 'It's just us two. Everyone else did do all of their hours.' Neveah chimes sarcastically, before pulling her phone from her back pocket.

I left mine at the house. I wasn't going to take any risks of them thinking I would cheat. No fucking way.

'What score do you need to get?' Leon asks, looking at us through the rearview mirror. I wait for Neveah to answer, but she's too busy with her phone, probably texting Brandon or Celine. 'At least seventy-five percent.'

'Do you think you got that?' I shrug, not wanting to jinx it, and wait for Neveah to respond. 'I honestly don't know. Some questions were way too hard. But we'll see.' She sighs, showing me something on her phone.

The whole drive back to the house goes by quickly, and when we finally go through the gates and drive up the driveway, I notice everyone standing in the doorway.

'Congratulations!' Brandon exclaims, throwing confetti our way. 'What the fuck is this?' Neveah asks, laughing a little.

'We wanted to congratulate you!' Celine shouts, wrapping her arms around me. 'What for?' 'For finishing your study!'

'We don't know if we'll be done yet.' I mumble, not wanting to ruin the moment.

I never expected them to make such a big deal out of it, at least not yet, but we don't know if we'll be done for sure.

'We all know that both of you are going to pass.' Kai chimes, smiling at us.

Everyone showed up. Even Kai. Everyone except Rio.

Manuela wraps her arms around me and leads all of us inside. 'Master is working.' She whispers. I look at her with wide eyes and watch as she smiles softly. How did she know- 'Let's enjoy the food Manuela made! I'm starving!'

We all look at Brandon who rushes towards the kitchen, probably ready to devour all the food, but I turn back to Manuela.

Or at least, where she was standing two seconds ago. She's heading towards her room.

Just as I want to go after her and ask her how she knew I was looking for Rio, Celine pulled me towards the kitchen.

Manuela certainly had enough time today. She made cake, sandwiches, soup, burgers, fries, chicken, salads, and bread. All of it. Everything she knows, she made it. 'Holy shit.'

We'll be good for the rest of the week, maybe even the month.

'Go take a seat, we'll bring everything in.' Celine pulls Neveah and me towards the dining room while the others place everything on the table. 'We should take more tests.' Neveah jokes, looking with wide eyes while the boys work.

They never do stuff like this. Well, Brandon and Kai sometimes do. But Leon, Roman, and Marco never help with the table.

Once everything is set, we all take a seat and enjoy all the food Manuela made.

'So what's the plan now?' Marco asks, pouring himself another glass of wine.

Neveah looks at me and rolls her eyes. She knows I don't like talking about this stuff. We don't even know the results, we don't even know if we passed. But it's sweet that he wants to know.

He's obviously not the only one. All the others are staring at us too. Waiting for either of us to answer.

'It would be amazing to work for a hotel chain that has at least four stars.' Neveah states, grabbing everyone's attention. 'Great, ours has five.' Leon chimes, making me roll my eyes.

We've talked about this before, Neveah and I. We don't want to depend on them too much, because that would mean we would never get away from them.

'No thank you.' I mumble, putting a piece of fruit into my mouth. I ate a lot, but now I'm just enjoying the fruit Manuela cut for us. 'Why not?'

'Because that would mean we would work for you for the rest of our lives, plus we wouldn't get any credit if we would have a breakthrough.' Neveah adds, making everyone look at her. 'What's that supposed to mean?' Leon asks, shifting in his seat.

'I'm not leaving, but maybe someday Leya wants to.' I'm staying if you are... She knows that too. 'But what she meant with the other part is obvious. Rio takes all the credit, even if he doesn't do anything for his resorts.' I continue, making all of them look at me.

Celine and Brandon nod in agreement. But Leon and Marco shake their heads. 'Rafael does a lot for his hotels.' Marco says, making me laugh a little. 'I've seen him actually work on his chain twice in the past months. He lets other people do his shit. We all know he simply has the hotels to keep a good image.'

'Fair enough, but he wouldn't take all the credits.' I look at Leon and quickly swallow my bite. 'Oh, he would. Because it will be his face on the front pages and on tv, not ours.'

'That's not how it will go.' Leon stubbornly sighs, making me roll my eyes. If he thinks Rio will give us a single ounce of recognition, he's wrong. He never even thanked us for all the shit we did for him and I'm not expecting him to do so in the future.

'That's exactly how it will go and don't even try going against her because deep down you know.' Neveah states, smiling at her brightest as she turns to Leon. He keeps his eyes on her as he empties his glass, causing an awkward silence for everyone else at the table.

But not for them. It means she's going to be in a lot of trouble when they get to their bedroom. Not that she'll mind.

'So what do you guys want to do the rest of the day?' I ask, trying to divert the topic a little. 'I'm going out later.' Marco proudly ads, smiling at me.

I kind of want to ask him where he's going, but at the same time, I don't want to come off too forward. 'I was thinking about training for a while. Unless you wanted to go somewhere?' I look at Neveah and shrug. I actually wanted to hang out at the house today, not really in the mood to go anywhere else.

'No, you can go train Roman, we'll stay in today.' Neveah chimes, grabbing another slice of watermelon. It's her favorite fruit ever and she hasn't eaten it in a while. I wonder where they got it from in the first place, it's not watermelon season. 'Okay.'

'Well, I have to go through a bunch of papers and transplant a heart later tonight, so I don't think I'll be at dinner.' The fact that we still have to eat dinner tonight is making my stomach turn. 'I don't think I'll be eating dinner either, I'm stuffed.' I groan, rubbing my belly.

They all laugh and nod. 'There's still a lot left, so if anyone wants to eat something, they can eat the leftovers.' Leon sighs and starts cleaning up. So does Marco.

Something else they've never done before.

'I'm going to work on your outfits for Marcello's lunch that's coming up.' Marcello's lunch?

'What lunch?' Neveah asks, quickly pouring herself another glass of wine, before Kai takes the bottle into the kitchen. 'Marcello is hosting a lunch in a few weeks and Rio asked if I wanted to make you all something to wear.'

Marcello is hosting a lunch... 'Rio didn't tell us yet.' Brandon turns to me and tilts his head a little, not knowing what to say. 'It's not certain if we'll be going, so don't worry.' Celine chimes, smiling at me.

Still, he's doing it again. Making decisions without notifying us first. 'I guess.'

'I'm going to clean my room since I left it a mess when we left.' Neveah sighs as she heads to the door. 'I'll see you later?' I nod and get up as well. 'Or I could help you?'

Just as she's about to answer, Leon steps out of the kitchen and grins at her. 'No need, I'll help her.' Oh shit. She's screwed.

'Oh- Uhm- I- Sure?' I don't know what to say. But Neveah looks at me and I can already see the panic in her eyes. 'Come on.' Leon heads into the hall and waits for Neveah to follow.

'If I'm not back for dinner, come look for me.' She whispers before running after Leon. No thank you...

I don't want to find them naked in the same bed again. So I'll text her later to see if she survived.

'I should get back to work, will you be fine?' Celine asks as she heads to the hall as well. 'Yes, go ahead. I'll probably chill in my room or something.'

I follow her into the hall and watch as she heads to her little office. Before I head up the stairs, I notice how Kai's staring at her.

Something happened between them yesterday. I heard her screaming at him at some point, but I don't know what's going on.

'What do I do?' He mumbles, a little ashamed that he's asking me for advice. I look at him and see that he's truly at loss. He has no clue what to do to fix whatever it is that happened between them.

'Just try and talk to her.' Is the only thing that comes to mind. Because talking seems to help with almost everything in this household. He nods and smiles at me, before heading to Celine's office.

I run up the stairs, not wanting to be there if it all goes wrong. But I don't think it will.

Kai looked genuinely sorry. And I'm sure Celine will see it too. I hope she does.

When I get to the first floor I hear some shouting coming from Neveah and Leon's room. Oh... It does not sound good, but I know it will end fine. It always does.

I walk up the next set of stairs and head to my room, closing the door behind me. I left the doors of my little balcony open, just a little since it was extremely hot in here this morning.

The little breeze makes the seethrough curtains twirl up a little. I step onto the little balcony and let the sun hit my face.

This place would be amazing in the summer. The only problem is, it would be way too crowded. Too many tourists will be walking everywhere. But that would be fine with me.

I look down and watch as one of the gondolas flows through the canals. If we pass, I'll go around the city with Neveah to celebrate. It will be fun.

The wind is so gentle, yet so cold, that I choose to get back inside. It's still winter after all.

I decide to take a quick shower before I'll lay in bed for the rest of the day. I'm not really in the mood to go anywhere else and the nerves are slowly kicking in.

What if I fail? I've studied for months, there's no way I won't get that seventy-five percent. Right?

But what if it wasn't enough? Oh come on, I basically knew all the data I could for the test. I can't afford another year. And I definitely won't let Rio pay for my education.

If he's even willing to do so. Once I'm done showering, I head back to my room, drying my hair as I look in the mirror on the wall.

The bedroom door is slightly opened, but no one's in here. Who was in here? I look around, hoping to see the person that came into my room, but it's empty.

My mind goes back to the time when Rio was waiting on my bed. "You take too long showers." He said.

Well, he wasn't lying. But I honestly don't care.

Was it him? I head to my bed and take a seat, keeping my eyes on the mirror on the other side of the room.

This room is big, but not as big as the first room I've had ever since I met the Curzio's. There's a mirror across the bed, which has a clear view of the entire room. Big windows, from ceiling to floor, cover the entire left side of the room. There's a door leading to the balcony, each room has one, and another door that leads to the bathroom on the right.

I don't know why I care about the fact that it could've been Rio, but I do.

Okay, maybe it's because it has been five days since we've left Barcelona and he still hasn't spoken a word to me. I barely see his face anymore. And I hate to admit it, but I hate it. I hate not seeing him as often as I used to.

Everything used to be just fine, until Leon's birthday. Until Monica Santos. Until her death.

According to Celine, he barely said a word to anyone. He's been busy, trying to cover up everything so that we won't get caught. So that Leonardo won't get caught.

But that does not mean that he's allowed to throw me to the side like some side piece.

I tried talking to him yesterday, but he simply ignored me and acted as if he needed to make some important calls.

That shit stung like a bitch, especially the disappointed look in his eyes.

I hate that he's acting like I'm the one who murdered Monica. As if I'm the reason we had to move. I hate that he's acting like it's the most problematic thing that could have happened. I hate all of it.

But if he's going to ignore me, I might as well do the same to him. Because fuck that. Right?

Then why did I kind of hope that it would be him? That he would be somewhere in the room. Oh god...

I should be worried about the results coming in tomorrow, but instead, I'm worried about why Rio is ignoring me.

I lay down on the bed, with a million thoughts running through my head, but they all end with my hate for Rio. I remind myself of all the stuff he has done to me, to us, and slowly fall asleep.

The next morning I wake up to someone screaming down the hall. I jump up and watch as Neveah burst through the doors in tears. 'What's wrong?!'

She runs over to me and jumps into my arms, crying on my shoulder. 'Neveah, what happened?' I ask, rubbing her back gently. She looks like she just had a panic attack and I'm starting to freak out. 'I- And Benjamin- Not-' What?

She can barely form a sentence and starts sobbing again. 'Take a deep breath, I don't understand a thing of what you just said.'

My phone starts ringing and I look at the little timer on my nightstand. I must've forgotten to wake up because it's already eleven in the morning. Shit.

Neveah looks at me with tears in her eyes and rushes to my phone, before throwing it at me. 'Pick up.' She sniffles, wiping her eyes before she runs back to me. Shit. Shit. Shit.

My heart starts racing like crazy, but I swipe and bring the phone to my ear. 'Hello, is this Cataleya Velez?' Benjamin.

I recognize his voice immediately. It's calm and sweet, just like all of his classes.

Benjamin Walker was like our mentor. He loved to teach us when we went to college. He's one of the sweetest teachers out there. 'Yes, it's me. How are you doing sir?'

He chuckles and sighs deeply, before grabbing something on the other side of the line. Probably my file. 'I'm good Cataleya. What about you? How is Italy treating you?'

'It's-' I look at Neveah, who's still trying to keep in her tears and smile, 'It's a whole experience.' Benjamin chuckles again, making me smile wide.

'I bet it is. I must say, I was pretty shocked when I heard that you changed your internship to one of the most prestigious chains in Europe.' So was I...

We have never heard of the Curzio chain before, but it's there. It has been there for over twenty years now.

'And even more when I heard that you didn't get all your hours in.' Shit. He specifically told us to make sure we get our hours. 'Yeah, a lot happened.' I shyly state, not knowing how to tell him that we're basically in the mafia now.

'I bet it did. You two were always hard-working students, especially you Cataleya.' I can't help but smile at those words. I always worked my ass off for school, making sure that Neveah did the same.

We couldn't afford slip-ups, there was no way we were going to get behind on our classes or projects. I made sure we were on schedule with all of our shit, pushing Neveah and myself to work our asses off. But we did slip up. Because we didn't have a choice.

'I bet you want to know your score, right?' I nod, not thinking about the fact that he's not in the same room. 'Yes, please.' I quickly add.

The nerves start to rise again as I keep my eyes on Neveah. Benjamin clears his throat and chuckles softly.

'Cataleya Valentina Velez, for your final exam you took on January sixth, around twelve pm, you had to score at least seventy-five percent to pass.' He's doing this on purpose. But it allows me to calm down. Or at least try to.

'You, my dear, scored ninety-five percent. Meaning, you passed.' Holy shit! I almost drop my phone and feel my heart burst out of my chest. 'Really!?'

Benjamin starts laughing and dramatically clears his throat again, before turning back to his serious voice and saying: 'Are you really that shocked? You were one of the smartest in my class! Congratulations!'

'Thank you so much, sir, this means the world to me!' I can't contain my happiness and do a little dance, before looking at Neveah again. She joins my little happy moment, despite her tears, and smiles.

'Will you come by to sign the papers or do we need to send it over?' He asks, after congratulating me again. 'I'll have to think about that.' I lie.

It depends on where we'll stay for the next few days. If we could go to the US, maybe I could sign it there. Maybe I could even visit my mom to celebrate it with her. But that's only if Rio will let us go.

'Good, you'll have till the end of the week.' He chimes, laughing a little. 'Good, I'll talk it over with Neveah and then-' 'Didn't Neveah tell you?' Oh no...

I didn't even think about that part. She came in crying hysterically.

I look at Neveah again and open my arms for her, but she shakes her head. 'Can I talk to him?' She asks and I nod. 'Sir, she would like to talk to you.'

'Oh, she's with you right now? Sure. Hand her the phone.' I put it on speaker and hand her the phone, wanting to hear whatever it is he's going to say.

'Hello again.' She smiles, before taking a deep breath. 'Hello Neveah, I'm so sorry you didn't make it. I really don't think it's fair. You have so much potential.' I nod in agreement and wrap my arms around her.

It's not fair that she didn't make it. She studied so hard the last day. And even before that, she studied a bit. 'What did you score?' 'Seventy-three.' She whispers, before taking another shaky breath.

Two fucking percent. She failed because of two percent.

'Is there anything I can do to graduate? I really don't want to redo this whole semester sir.' Benjamin sighs deeply and goes silent for a while. 'Sir?'

'There is one thing you can do.' He whispers, alerting the both of us. 'But you can not tell anyone I told you this.' Please... 'We won't.'

'I heard that Margeret is letting a few students write an essay for some extra points, but-' He goes silent again, probably because someone is walking past his office. 'But?' Neveah asks a little impatiently.

'But they started that project about a month ago. They have to hand it in by the end of the week.' The end of the week? My eyes widen. This means, if she's up for it, she has five days to return the essay that will determine her future.

'Is there any way for me to do that?' She asks, keeping her eyes on me. 'I could get your name on the list, but you'll have to do a lot of research and get a lot of information. But I think you can do it.'

She smiles as she wipes away the last tear. 'I'll do it.'

'Good. I'll email you the details and if you have any questions you can always ask me. I'll even check your first version if you hand it in in two days?' She takes a deep breath. Two days. She has two days to make a rough sketch of her essay. 'I'll help.'

'Okay, thank you so much, sir! I won't disappoint you, I promise.' She shouts into the phone, basically kissing it to death. 'I know you won't Neveah, better get started.'

'I will, thank you so much!' She drops my phone on the bed and rushes out of my room again, probably running to her room so she can get started on the essay. 'She left, didn't she?' He asks, laughing a little.

I laugh and pick up the phone. 'Yes. I'll help her later today.'

'Don't help her too much, she can handle this on her own. But congratulations Cataleya, I'll be expecting another email from you by the end of the week as well. Now go celebrate and enjoy your days!'

'I will, thanks again, sir. I'll make sure to come to visit you someday.' I chime. I do want to visit him someday. If we ever get the chance. 'You better, have a good day and make sure Neveah doesn't go all out on the essay.' 'I will, goodbye!'

I wait until he hangs up and drop back onto the bed. Holy shit.

Four years. We've been studying for four years. And now it's done. We're done. Well, I'm done. But I'm sure Neveah will get those extra points and then we'll both be done.

But holy shit.

I run into the bathroom and brush my teeth, before changing into a simple red dress and running down the stairs.

Celine, Kai, Leon, and Manuela are seated in the kitchen, enjoying yesterday's leftovers. 'Goodmorning little one, how did you sleep? Did you get the call yet?'

I nod at him and smile proudly. 'I passed!'

Celine jumps up from her chair and rushes over to me. 'Congratulations!'

'Thank you!' I can't stop smiling, even when I thank the others for congratulating me. 'I told you there was no way you would fail.' Leon chimes, smiling at me.

'Neveah kicked me out of the room to work on an essay? She seemed pretty determined and said that no one is allowed to disturb her.' Leon sighs and rolls his eyes. 'I told her we could simply pay someone to turn that seventy-three into a seventy-five, but she wouldn't let me.'

'Of course not, she's been working her ass off for this degree.' I state, walking over to the cabinets so I can grab a plate. 'But still.'

I wonder if Leon ever got a degree. Fairly. Without the help of money.

'Oh, by the way-' Leon heads to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of champagne. 'Rio wanted me to give you this.'

I awkwardly take the bottle and look at the little card:

~ 𝓡𝓪𝓯𝓪𝓮𝓵

That's all. Nothing else. Well...

'Let's open it.' Celine chimes, waiting for me to open it. Today is about celebrations. I need to celebrate the fact that I passed. And I will. So I open the bottle and pour everyone a glass.

Not caring about the fact that I haven't eaten anything and that I'm drinking on an empty stomach.

Everyone drinks a few glasses and before we know it, it's already past two in the afternoon.

I feel a bit tipsy and decide to go back to my room. I stumble up the stairs and walk towards Neveah's room before I go up the other set of stairs.

She's viciously typing on her laptop and does not seem to care about anything else right now. Oh shit...

I sneak back into the hall and laugh as I stare at the stairs. They look like they're moving around and there's no way that I'll be able to climb them without falling. But I decide to go up anyways.

I need to get to my room.

My legs move swiftly, making me feel like I'm floating a little. Just as I reach my door, I hear some humming coming from the other room. Rio's room.

Is he in there? I sneak up to his door and slowly open it, peeking my head inside.

I almost gasp for air at what I see.

Rio is sitting on a wooden chair, with in front of him an easel with a canvas. I can't see what's on the canvas because of his broad shoulders, but he certainly looks entertained.

I keep my eyes on the rare sight and take it all in. He's wearing a white blouse, that falls loosely around his shoulders, making clear that it's not buttoned all the way up.

He continues to paint the view from his balcony and does it so gracefully that I could watch it all day. I stumble a little closer, trying to not make a sound so that he won't notice.

I watch as he mixes a few shades of blue and white on one of those palettes famous painters have. He dips a brush in the paint and gently adds it to his painting.

It looks amazing like an actual artist made it. He's good at painting?

But then something happens. I don't know what it is, maybe something downstairs, a little too much paint, a little too much movement, but something inside him switches and he groans annoyed.

He throws the palette and brush on the floor and looks at the canvas. His shoulders go up and down, before he rips it in two, ruining the perfectly fine painting before it was even finished. What the hell?

He kicks the easel to the side and almost throws it across the room, making me step back a little.

'What are you doing here, Valentina?' I freeze, thinking that he didn't see me.

But he always sees me, even if he isn't actually looking at me. As if he has eyes in the back of his head.

'I was bored and I-' I stumble forward, laughing a little because of the way the ground feels underneath my feet. 'I wanted to see what everyone was doing.'

I point at the ripped canvas and back at him. 'You are very destructive mister.'

He chuckles and stares at me for another second. 'Am I?'

'Like fire!' I giggle at the sound of the word fire coming out of my mouth. It's the weirdest shit ever.

But it's the truth. Rio is like fire. Destructive and gorgeous. Absolute beauty to look at. Oh no...

'Are you drunk?' What? I shake my head, which makes me giggle again. It feels strange. As if my body is made out of clouds or something.

Light and fluffy.

'Did you drink the entire bottle or something?' I shrug and try to remember, but nothing comes up. 'I might have.'

I should be able to recall since I just came up the stairs. Right? Oh god...

He smiles and turns towards me, finally revealing his stained chest.

His chest, because his blouse is half-open, just as I expected, revealing his perfect body.

He has blue and white paint all over him.

'Are you happy you passed?' I tilt my head a little, giggling because of the feeling, and turn back to him. 'Why did you give me the bottle of champagne?'

'Because I knew you would pass.'

My heart stops for a second before it burst out of joy. 'Is this supposed to be you congratulating me?'

I take another step, almost falling again, but for some reason, I can't stop laughing.

'Wasn't the champagne enough?' He asks, stepping closer.

Rio's ready to catch me for when I fall, but I won't fall. Not until I'm certain that I'll fall on top of him.

'Not nearly enough.' I grin, almost running over to him. He catches me before I fall, dropping onto the bed behind him, and stares at me.

'You just ruined your clothes.' I shrug and roll next to him, continuing to smile.

'I don't mind.' He turns to the side, facing me, and nods. 'You don't mind paint?'

'Not really.' He nods and trails his fingers up and down my shoulders and chest, making me burn with desire.

There's still some white and blue paint on his hands, staining my skin with paint, as he slowly moves his lips to my neck.

'You want me to congratulate you, Valentina?' I tilt my head back, allowing him as much space as he needs. 'Mhm.'

'Maybe I will.' He groans, pushing himself up so he can hover over me again. Fuck.

'Just not tonight,' He pulls back entirely and locks his eyes with mine, 'You're drunk.'

I stare at him in awe- he's not going to touch me because I'm drunk?

'Are you kidding me?' He nods and stares at me for a few seconds, before climbing out of bed. I grab his arm and pull him back, I won't allow him to do this today. 'You haven't spoken to me since we left Barcelona, you haven't touched me since we left. And you think I'll let you do that to me?'

'Valentina-' 'No.' I pull him closer and climb on top of him, straddling him a little. 'Six days.' I breathe, almost letting our lips touch. 'Six fucking days.'

'I'm not going to touch you.' He isn't. His hands are on the bed, nowhere near my body. And I hate it. I tilt my head a little and look into his eyes.

Now is not the time to act as if he has morals.

'But-' He shakes his head and tries to move from underneath me without touching me, which is harder than he thought. I slowly glide my hands down his chest, unbuttoning the last buttons of his shirt, and move even further down. 'Valentina.' He says warningly, sending shivers down my spine.

He's not stopping me, because he's not going to touch me. So-

I lower my hands to his crotch and unbuckle his pants, before eagerly pressing my hand against his dick. He gasps for air and instantly grows hard. I mean, it has been six days.

'You shouldn't-' 'Shut up.' I press my lips on his and push him back, far enough for him to fall on the bed. It allows me more space as I slither my hand inside his underwear while I slowly lower his pants a bit more with the other.

He's still not stopping me. If he really wanted me to stop, he would've stopped me already.

'Six days.' I repeat, looking up at him. He tilts his head a little, looking at me with those dark eyes. He knows what I'm thinking about and doesn't like it one bit, but he's not going to do anything about it.

Six days. The last time we lasted that long without sex, he made me come six times. Now it's my turn.

I lower myself to his crotch and pull him out, showing his hard and eager dick as he leans back and looks at me. 'Valentina, you're going to pay for this if you continue.'

I look up and blink a few times. Just thinking about the punishment he'll give me once I'm sober, is turning me on even more. 'Good.'

I open my mouth to take him in and slowly lick up and down his shaft, hearing him groan underneath my tongue.

Just hearing the sounds he makes is driving me to the edge.

His hands grip onto the bedsheets, but I know he wants to wind them in my hair so he can fuck my face. It takes every cell in his body not to thrust his hips up right now, but he doesn't move an inch. Afraid that he won't be able to stop if he does.

But that's fine with me.

I'll take the lead then. Or at least try to.

I know it's because of the alcohol. I know that I wouldn't be doing this if I was sober.

Then it would be up to him. Then it would be Rio's responsibility to start something. Anything.

'Valentina you shouldn't be doing this.' He groans, not making any effort to actually stop me. 'We both know that you don't want me to stop, but keep coming.' I smirk before taking a bit more of him into my mouth.

I'm not going to take him all. Not tonight. There's no way I'll survive that. Plus, I'm drunk. I'll puke if I gag this time and I don't want to risk it.

'Don't- Fuck.' I lean back and watch as he shoots his load onto the sheets, shivering a little. Fuck.

I feel myself get tense because of the sight of him. I want him inside me, but he won't touch me. Not yet.

I start stroking again, not allowing him to move away from me, and slowly press my lips against his tip. 'One.' I giggle before taking him into my mouth again.

His eyes widen and he rolls his eyes, leaning back to let me do my thing.

He must really be desperate because it takes a few seconds for him to come again, but this time he doesn't fight it. He simply lets his orgasm wave over him, until he's up in flames.

'Two.' I watch as he turns back to me, wanting to say something, but I don't give him time to.

All of this because he does not want to touch me. Idiot.

This time I don't use my mouth. I simply stroke him while climbing back up, kissing him softly. He groans against my lips, sending shivers down my spine.

I could just climb on top of him and fuck him like that, but I don't want that.

I want to tire him first. I want to drain him first. And then, maybe then he'll touch me. Because he knows I won't stop until he does. Even if that's past the six.

'Three.' I moan against his lips as he comes again, covering my hand with his seed. Fuck...

'Valentina, stop.' He groans, trying to collect himself. But he takes too long. So I instantly start stroking him again. He's still not caving in. 'Stop-' He moves his head closer to mine and looks deep into my eyes.

I can see the eagerness in them, he needs me to stop so he can contain himself. But I don't want him to contain himself.

So instead of doing what I should do, head back to my room and rest, I stroke him a bit slower, keeping my eyes on his as I whisper: 'Never.'

I watch as his eyes roll back and start going faster again, allowing him two more strokes before he shudders underneath me again.

'Four.' Just two more and we're past the day count. But I'm not going to stop until he fucks me.

The only problem is that he's getting tired. I don't think he ever came six times in a row. At least not with me.

So I slow down again and tilt his head my way. 'Give in.' I basically beg him. I want to enjoy this too, more than I already am. But he won't let me unless he breaks. 'No way.' He chuckles, trying to catch his breath as the fire rushing through him slowly extinguishes.

'Fine.' I groan, moving down so I can take him into my mouth again. Fuck what I thought earlier. I'm going to take him all the way.

And I do, sucking on him for dear life. He almost pushes me away, almost touches me, but decides not to. Him and his stupid morals.

My throat is going to hurt like shit tomorrow, but right now I don't care about that. I care about him losing his patience. Him losing this battle.

'Valentina-' He tries to move back, but I grab his hips and keep him in place. And since he's not touching me, he doesn't know what to do. I look up and see the panic in his eyes as I go deep one more time.

If I do that again, he'll be done. Over with. Then he'll break into a million pieces. And he knows it too. 'Don't you fucking dare-' But I do. Despite his warning voice or glare. I do.

And he comes, shooting his disgusting load into my mouth as I almost choke on it. I climb back up and look at him, keeping my eyes on his as I swallow dramatically. 'Five.'

I give him exactly ten seconds to collect himself, that's more than he has ever given me, and trace my hands back to his dick. But this time he stops me, making me look into his eyes by forcing my face towards his.

'Don't you fucking dare.' He groans, trying to catch his breath. 'What happened to you not touching me?' I ask, tilting my head a little.

He instantly pulls away, not touching me again. I groan and jump off the bed. Keeping my eyes on his. 'You can touch me, you know?'

'You're drunk.' He breathes, still trying to catch his breath.

He looks perfect. Exhausted but perfect. Fuck.

'Are you sure?' I ask, slowly smiling at him. He nods and forces himself to look at me, even though he might as well collapse any second.

'Are you really sure Rafael?' He blinks before slowly opening his mouth, but I don't give him time to say a thing as I slowly let my dress drop to the floor.

I wasn't wearing a bra, since it was impossible with the dress, but I'm still wearing panties. Not that it matters, cause in his eyes I'm already naked.

'Valentina-' I move my hands to the edge of my panties and slowly pull the fabric down my legs, throwing it across the room.

'Touch me, Rafael.' I whisper, climbing back onto the bed. He looks at me and shakes his head as I climb onto his lap, feeling his dick grow hard against my ass. 'Please?'

'If only you would beg like this every time.' He smirks, kissing me softly. He's trying to get himself out of this position, but since he's also trying not to touch me, there's no way it will work.

'Congratulate me.' I smirk, pressing my hands against his chest. I grind my hips up, trying to align myself with his dick. 'In ways only you can.'

He opens his mouth a little, letting his lips brush against mine as I slide down on him. Just a little. 'Please.'

'Fuck.' He groans, slowly lowering his hands to my waist. His hands are on my waist. Final-fucking-ly.

'Fuck me, Rafael.' And then it happens. As if something inside of him switches.

He flips us around and pins my hands above my head, before thrusting himself deep inside of me, not allowing me any time to respond before he continues to pump himself in and out of me as hard as he can.

'You really know how to fucking test me.' He moans before pressing his lips against my chest.

His strokes are long, hard, and deeper than ever before. I sure did wear him out, but not enough for him to lack in any aspect. It's like he has the stamina of a fucking horse. 'Shit.' I moan, pressing my face against his neck.

It hurts, but the pain is nothing compared to the pleasure.

It takes him a few more thrusts, a few more collisions of our skin, a few more movements, for me to explode underneath him. And he explodes as well, setting the both of us aflame as I wrap my arms around him and smile.

This.

This is what I want. A relationship with someone that will make me feel just like Rio makes me feel when we have sex. It's what I need. I know that now.

Rio rolls down next to me, making me feel empty as he pulls out, and tries to catch his breath. 'Six.' I chime, turning to him proudly. 'Wipe that look off your face before I fuck it off.'

I wouldn't mind... But he would. He won't survive another round. And we both know that.

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A/N: Okay but let's be honest here.... CATALEYA IS THE BADDEST BITCH EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE HOW THE FUCK DID SHE- AND THEN SHE- AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Who do you think is going to fall first? Or has one of them already fallen in love? If so, when did that happen?

Also. I love how eager you all want a ✨Rio POV✨ Trust me there will be one, I promise. Just not for a while. See I'm just trying to annoy you🤭 JK I have the perfect idea for his POV and I hope you'll like it just as much as all the others! (It's already in my drafts and it'll stay there until it's time to post)

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