You were at a nightclub with your friends when you headed to the dance floor. Reggaeton music came on when you decided to put on a show. Your friends watched as you shook your hips to the music and whined your waist effortlessly.

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

He approached, joining in as the both of you were entwined in rhythm of your dancing. At the bar, his team, Los Vaqueros, amusedly observed the situation.