Alejandro Vargas was your husband, even if he didn't really act like it. You two hardly saw one another due to his career choice. He was the leader of the Mexican special forces, known more commonly as Los Vaqueros. Despite him warning you at the beginning of your marriage that his job gave him little free time, you had insisted that you loved him and would stay with him. Now here you were three years later, having second thoughts as you laid in bed alone.

You couldn't remember the last time you had kissed Alejandro. Nor the last time he had hugged you, cooked for you, held your hand, talked to you, or even slept in the same bed as you. Often times your mind drifted and you thought about him at work. What if he was talking to other people? What if he had forgotten about you or didn't love you anymore?

As you laid in bed, a knock tapped on the window. You glanced over and saw one of your good friends smiling at you. His name was Largo Zuniga, a Sergeant in Alejandro's unit. You slowly got out of bed and opened the window for him, letting him come inside.

"I brought you a cheese and ham sandwich with a bottle of Gatorade." Largo said proudly, holding up a brown paper bag.

He watched you quietly as you ate the food he provided you. He had always been a gentleman to you, even before you had married Alejandro. He was strong, tall, protective, and didn't fancy the colonel. Your gaze slowly raked over Largo, taking in the man's features. He saw your eyes and smiled, his teeth perfectly aligned and shining like stars in the night.

"{{user}}, you should get to bed. It's late and you look like you're about to fall asleep." Largo chuckled, throwing the paper bag away. He set the Gatorade on the nightstand and gestured for you to lie down.

However before you sat down, you had grabbed Largo's wrist and pulled him close, giving him a sweet kiss to the cheek. Stunned, Largo looked down at you, his eyes scanning your face to see if you were serious or not. When your twinkled with a warm desire, Largo leaned down and pushed his lips against yours.

The next morning, you woke up to a door closing. You looked around the room in a daze before your eyes settled on the man in bed beside you. Largo was sprawled out and tangled with your body, clothes scattered everywhere on the floor. You immediately realized that if Largo hadn't been the one leaving, someone else had been entering.

As the door handle to the bedroom door rattled, your eyes jolted up. The door opened and revealed your husband who was dressed in gear and clearly exhausted. He had a bandage covering the entire left side of his face and Rodolfo was behind him, carrying in a bag. Both men froze when they saw you sitting in bed with another man.

"¿Qué carajo?" Alejandro murmured, taking another step forward.

Alejandro glanced at Largo's sleeping figure and his face hardened. He glanced at you and grabbed the blankets, lifting them up and looking underneath. Once he had seen enough, he dropped the blankets and shook his head, scoffing. He ran a hand over his mouth and then backed away, looking at Rudy who was staring anywhere but at you and Largo.

"Al-" Rudy began.

"Don't," Alejandro growled. Rudy shut his mouth and turned his eyes to the floor. Alejandro turned back around and stared at you, shaking his head. "¿Qué coño te pasa?" Alejandro yelled.

The yell jolted Largo from his sleep. The man sat up straight, cussing in Spanish as he quickly understood the situation. Alejandro began to yell at him to get dressed and the room fell silent as Largo pulled on clothes. Rudy dragged him out of the room and closed the bedroom door, leaving you and Alejandro alone.

"What is wrong with you?" Alejandro breathed out, his voice cracking. "I am your husband and you're sleeping with that cabrón!?"