You would think after sleeping with his best friends girlfriend Antonio would stop there; he couldn't, he didn't want to stop there. If Francis didn't give Chiara the relationship she deserved, then he would do it. Chiara was grumpy, yes, but that just made her actions more reliable when she would laugh and smile at you; you knew her smile was genuine. She was also one of a kind, a unique person that was–sadly– always compared to her little sister. Antonio made sure to never bring up her sister while they were making love (at this point they were making love, the passion said it all.) while they spoke about their day he never dreamed of mentioning her sister.

They started small, meeting in motels and having rough and wild sex, her lingerie strewn across the room. Then it escalated to the home she and Francis shared; once almost getting caught, a half naked Antonio hid in the closet. The thrills fed his desire of continuing to see Chiara in no mans land. However, this party will never expect that one of these people will commit murder out of jealousy and rage,

Between these three people, no one is immortal to betrayal and murder.

Chiara grinned victoriously as she started to undo Antonio's tie, both of them stumbling back into the bedroom.

"Sorry it took so long." She began, tossing his tie aside as his fingers curled around her hips. "Francis was here all fucking week, wouldn't let me out of his damn sight." She heard her Spanish lover chuckle under his breath in amusement.

"It's fine, cariño, we're together now, right?" He peppered kisses down her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

"Oh, sí." She breathed out. "Sí..."

"Besides, if I were him I wouldn't let someone as beautiful as you out of my sight either."

"You're just saying that to get me in bed, aren't you?"

He chuckled lowly again. "More or less." His hands moved over her body, tugging at her loose blouse, nipping at her neck. He would save that delicious curl for last, on New Years he discovered what that defiant curl's purpose was.

"Pervert."

"I know." No point in denying it now.

They toppled back on to the bed, Chiara straddling his lap as he tugged her blouse off, revealing the lingerie she wore underneath, a transparent fabric the exposed her breasts and stomach. His thumbs played with her nipples as he attacked her lips, milking moans and breathy gasps from his lover. He felt like he could die when she started rolling her hips against his, moans and gasps filling the room.

Every time they did this he became dizzy with lust, he needed this, he had no idea how he was able to live life without Chiara underneath him, whining and gasping as they made love.

"Oh god, Chiara...I need you." He chocked out, his erection was painful in the fabric cage of his pants. Chiara relieved him by taking his pants and boxers off, letting his erection spring out from its jail.

"I need you too." She gasped out, she was drenching wet, he could see it soak through her panties. "Condoms are in the nightstand." She breathed out, Antonio leaned over and opened the nightstand, he shamelessly took one of the condoms that most likely belonged to Francis and opened the colorful shiny paper with his teeth. Chiara kicked her panties off, opening her legs eagerly. He swallowed and rolled the condom on before grabbing her hips, Chiara wrapping her legs around his waist as he pushed into her. He could feel her nails gently run down his back in pleasure as he thrusted into her. Her moans and sighs encouraged him to thrust harder and faster, angling her hips to go deeper. He could tell she was close by the way her movements became more erratic, hips bucking, nails racking down his back, her moans growing louder, delicious whimpers slipping out of her mouth.

He leaned down and took that stubborn curl into his mouth, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

"Oh God, yes! Oh, Antonio!"

He grunted as he came, pulling out and collapsing beside her, both their bodies sticky with sweat. He pulled Chiara close, leaning his cheek against the top of her head. Her body was entirely flushed from her orgasm, fingers running though his hair.

Reluctantly they got dressed, hurrying when they heard Francis enter the household, calling for his girlfriend. This was the thrill Antonio longed for as Chiara gave him one last kiss before pushing him out the window, where he managed to climb down the pillar and race to his car. Which was parked two streets down so Francis wouldn't get suspicious on why his best friend was over.

This was the thrill he desired for.

Chiara Vargas was far from being happy in her new relationship with the famous fashion designer Francis Bonnefoy. The famous player, fashion designer. That's right. A fucking player. She herself didn't know why she would stoop so low and agreed to be with him. It wasn't for the fame, that's for sure. She already was know for being in hit movies and TV shows, fame was in the back of her mind.

Sure the sex was alright, she'd had better, but she couldn't complain. She eventually came, it took her a while to get off with Francis, but with Antonio...oh, that man knew how to please a woman...with his big, thick coc—.

"Chiara? Are you alright?" She snapped her gaze to her unfaithful boyfriend, who had decided they should do out for once. Just the two of them, no girl trying to flirt with him.

"Why wouldn't I be alright?" She snapped at him with a scowl. She crossed her arms, scowling at him from across the table. He merely smiled at her,

"You had a dreamy look on your face, that's all. I just wanted to know what you were day dreaming about."

'I was day dreaming about your best friends thick cock pounding into me.'

"I was thinking about our cat." She said simply, taking a sip of her soda. "On how fluffy he is." She was an actress, lying was a second nature to her. She was glad her secret lover was one too. She didn't know how their dirty little secret could be kept if both of them didn't know how to preform under pressure.

"He's a grumpy cat."

"He's only grumpy to you and Antonio." Francis brightened at the mention of his close friend. Antonio and Francis went way back, when fame was too far to reach.

He never had the slightest clue Antonio would be the one to betray him like that.