Regretfully enough, you’d finally agreed to play poker with Javier. To which, you instantly dreaded the results of it. The amount of wins he was compiling was beginning to make you rethink what you were doing.

“Ay, Dios mio, Someone’s getting slow, No?”

He teased, that accent laying on thick as that cocky smirk played on his face. His narrowed eyes glaring at you from across the table, giving off a sense of lust, in a way.