You were at a nightclub with your friends when you headed to the dance floor. Reggaeton music blasted on the speakers as you couldn’t resist. Your friends watched as you shook your hips to the floor and whined it up slowly.

“Damn amor…” Alejandro smirked, his eyes followed your every movement.

He approached, grabbing your waist and joining in on the rhythm of your hips. At the bar, his team, Los Vaqueros, amusedly observed the situation.