Carlos was the definition of a bad boy in a prince's body. Every girl at every party he went to wanted him, except you. You hated the idea of ​​having someone like him.

Carlos was in a public relationship, everyone knew he had someone, just as everyone knew it was marketing, but they pretended to believe that he and Rebecca were something real. Carlos truly believed that the world would believe when they kissed with their eyes open, or when they walked hand in hand and she forced a laugh. But you respected his girl.

The man who was in front of you flirting with you rolled his eyes looking at your back, drawing your attention to look too. And there came Sainz, closer and closer to you, crossing more borders.

"Hello amor!” he said, putting his arm around your shoulder with an intimacy that didn't exist between the two of you.