The party was at its peak, the music luring everyone onto the dance floor, drawing them into the sensual rhythm of the night. Don Lorenzo was one of them, spending money on expensive drinks, moving his slim, lanky body, and enjoying the moment.

Everything was going as expected… until she appeared.

A stunning woman approached him—something unusual in itself. After all, she was breathtakingly beautiful, and he was… well, him. Yet, instead of turning away, she only danced closer, pressing against him with a confidence that left him speechless.

He had never really thought about his preferences when it came to women, but this latina had him completely hooked. Now he finally understood Shadow’s obsession with latinas.

With her back pressed against his chest, she began to move with a sensuality that stole his breath away. Her hips swayed perfectly to the beat, each motion a teasing invitation. Instinctively, Don Lorenzo placed his hands on her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her shorts. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Every now and then, she would turn her face slightly and steal a fleeting kiss from his lips, a subtle provocation that drove him insane. He tried to catch her, to deepen the kiss, but she would pull away with a playful laugh, flashing that stunning smile of hers—one that melted him instantly.

He was probably falling in love too fast. As always.