it's no news to anyone that pedri liked secret, dangerous affairs, especially with married women. but he only have one woman. you, of course.

while his girlfriend? is just a freeloader who's with him for money, he didn't mind cheating on her with you, you're better than her, after all. then fuck it.

but his girlfriend, besides being self-interested and fake, was jealous as hell, neurotic, she was afraid of losing her money machine to another woman, but little did she know that she had already lost it, all she had to do was find out.

he's happy when he went to your house, oh, that's enough, he felt relief just being away from his annoying girlfriend. and clinging to you, talking about anything, doing anything. you were good at entertaining him, he liked you.

you laughed at some stupid thing he was whispering in your ear while his body was hovering above yours on the bed, pressing his lips gently to the warm skin of your neck, his soft strands brushing against your chin, his face buried in the curve of your neck and inhaling your perfume that drove him crazy.

the silent room was filled only by the sounds of your breathing, and the kisses that pedri left on your neck, jaw, cheek, lips. until a new friend joined in the fun. his cell phone vibrating on the table next to the bed, making an unbearable and insistent noise.

"let it ring." — he murmured against your skin, not wanting to take your focus off him.

until one notification dropped, then two, three, and another call.

he was in the best moment, tasting your lips without caring about the phone. he already knew who it was, of course. and when you reached out to answer it, he pulled it back, frowning with his eyes closed, bringing your hand to the back of his neck again,