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Chapter 14

Carlos POV:

Watching Steph stand toe-to-toe with her mother almost made me grin. "Stephanie now is not the time to bring that up," her mother said.

"What? The fact that neither of you listened to me?"

"Stephanie Michelle..."

"You both knew he was cheating before he even married her. She still went through it. The least you could have done was get a part time job, but no. You were too good for that; your husband was a lawyer in California." She rolled her eyes. "Remember, I found him making out with one of your bridesmaids in the closet? Remember him following me to the bathroom at the reception, trying to get me to screw him? You have no skills Valarie. Your thirty years old and have two daughters and no way to support them."

"Do not talk to your sister that way!" Her mother shouted at her.

Steph tightened her arm around me, squeezing me. "It's appropriate for her to get a job as a secretary, right? She can do that and make enough money to support her and the girls."

"You owe your sister..."

"I don't owe either of you shit." Babe glared at her. "I'm leaving for Miami tomorrow."

"No, you are not-" her mother started.

"You can't tell me what to do," she growled at her. Turning to her grandmother. "I'll take you home."

Her grandmother grinned. "Let's go."

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Steph laid sprawled out on the bed; although sexy, I knew she was stressed. Mag's head laid on her stomach. She was stressed. I walked over and sat on the bed next to her. She looked at me and sighed.

"You okay?" I asked, stroking her cheek.

"Yeah," she blew out on a breath.

"This is really grating on you, isn't it?"

She just closed her eyes. I laid down next to her, wrapping my arms around her. One arm went around her waist and Mag laid his head on my arm. She turned her head into my shoulder.

"I'm guessing everything that was said today is the reason why you don't come home."

"Most of it. Valarie is the perfect sister while I'm the rebel."

"You're my rebel, Babe." I said. She smiled and kissed me softly.

She sighed. "I'm done letting this shit affect me." She sat up smiling. "Let's go out tonight, have fun. Then tomorrow, we fly back home."

I grinned. "Let's get dressed, Babe."

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An hour later we were walking into the hottest salsa club in Philly. I led her straight to the floor, spinning her into my arms. She fit perfectly against my body. She smiled up at me.

"Let's see those Cuban hips in action," she purred.

I growled, pulling her tight against me. "You've seen them in action plenty of times." She grinned at me.

Spinning her on the dance floor, she seemed to forget everything going on. She looked happy, which made me happy. I spun her into my body, my leg going between hers before dipping her. She came up, wrapping an arm around my neck and kissed me, as I ground my leg into her core.

She pulled back panting. "We should get something to drink."

I grinned. I noticed a man watching us, and my body went tense. Steph looked up at me with a raised eyebrow. I shook it off and led her to the bar. She stood with her back against my front, as she ordered herself a drink and I got a water. Wrapping my arm around he as we left the bar, she looked up at me.

"Let's find a table," she said. I nodded, leading her across the floor and to an empty table. Sitting down, I took her hand.

"Having fun?" I asked.

"Yes, thank you for doing this."

"Like I can tell you no, Babe." I grinned. She laughed softly.

I saw the man that had been watching us approach out of the corner of my eye. Steph noticed my attention shift and gasped softly. "What?"

She looked at me. "That's my ex," she said. I shook my head. We were just having a simple night and of course something would happen.

"What's he like?" I asked so I would know what we were dealing with before he got here.

"He's different," she said, biting her lip. I raised an eyebrow, but he was already at our table.

"Steph, baby." He grinned at her. She nodded to him.

"Ryan, it's been a while," she said. He kissed her cheek, and I felt her hand tighten on mine.

"Who's this hunk?" he asked, letting his eyes roam over me with a smirk.

"This is my boyfriend, Carlos," Steph said, locking eyes with him. "I don't share, Ryan."

He grinned. "You used to."

"In the past," she said, raising an eyebrow, giving him a pointed look.

"That's no fun," he said. She rolled her eyes.

"You know the rules," she said. He nodded.

"How have you been since you moved to Miami?"

"I've been good."

"Business thriving?" he asked.

"Yes."

He nodded. "It was good seeing you, Baby."

I glared at him, and he looked me over again. He nodded to us and walked away. Steph downed the rest of her drink.

"So, what was that about?"

She sighed. "I had a few very wild rebel years. Ryan was my sort-of boyfriend. He broadened my horizons, in a sense of the word. He's a few years older than me and very adventurous. He opened me up to a lot of things I was always told not to do. He likes men and women, and for a while I was like a project to him."

I squeezed her hand. "Okay?"

"We did a lot of things. I mean a lot." She sighed. "Eventually I just grew out of the relationship. I matured; I grew emotionally. We both knew it and when it happened and we went on our own ways."

"So, in some way I should thank the man?" I grinned. She smiled.

"He helped me grow out of being the small, shy, burg girl. If he hadn't pushed me to explore the world, the parts I knew and didn't, then I wouldn't be the woman I am."

I pulled her out of her chair and around to sit in my lap. I kissed her softly. "Hmm," I hummed against her lips.

"I was probably always this woman, but I unlocked it," she said. I kissed her again.

"I have to say I'm glad that he did," I said before kissing her deeply. "But I do have one question."

"Hmmm?" She purred.

"You said boyfriend of-sorts?"

"I wouldn't say we were exclusive. It was more don't ask don't tell."

I kissed her again. "Let's get back to the hotel," I suggested.

Thirty minutes later we stumbled into the hotel room. I picked Steph up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I pressed her into a sidewall. I claimed her mouth in a hard kiss; passionate, my tongue in her mouth, exploring.

She moaned, her fingers burying themselves into my hair, tugging and pulling. Her heels fell to the floor, and I carried her to the bed, falling in with her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, causing her dress to ride up. She quickly unbuttoned my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders and pushing herself up against me.

"Get undressed," She moaned. I growled but sat back to pull off my clothes. She yanked the dress over her head, only thing under it was a black lace thong. I yanked it off of her before pulling my slacks off. She tightened her legs around my waist, pulling me against her. I growled, one of my arms wrapping around her, the other holding her tight against me.

"Carlos." She moaned. My lips found her neck, as I sank into her. Her hip bucking up into mine as I entered her fully. She didn't need to be prepared; she was already hot from the club. I thrust into her slow, and deep as she tried to force her hips up against mine. I held her hips still as I pistoned in and out of her, grinding against her clit with each thrust.

My lips roamed down her neck as she moaned. My lips trailed over her body, finding one of her nipples. I tugged on the metal bar that ran through it, sucking hard and flicking my tongue against it. She moaned again, one of her hands in my hair, scraping my scalp. The other hand was between my shoulder blades trying to hang on for dear life, her nails racking over my skin.

I loved feeling her nails digging into my skin, it caused me to thrust harder into her, deeper. Arching up, her back bent, pressing her body into mine. "Oh god! Carlos you're so deep! You feel so good!" she yelled.

My hand moved from her waist, tangling my hand in her hair, pulling. She moaned and tightened around me. "Please," she whimpered. I thrust hard, angling my hips. She came around me making me growl and rut into her as I spilled into her.

She pulled my body down, into hers. She kissed my neck, before finding my lips. She rolled me onto my back, her body over mine. Sheathing me inside of her, she kissed me again. "Carlos, I..."

"Te amo, Babe. Te amo." I whispered against her lips, my hand finding the back of her neck, pulling her down to me to kiss her again.

"I love you, too," She said softly before letting me claim her mouth in a kiss.

A/N: So yesterday I burnt my hand. my left one across the top of my knuckles while putting a pizza in the oven. I still have a couple chapters of this story to finish, but they are quite a few chapter ahead so this incident shouldn't effect publishing what's already written for 5150.