Florencio's POV

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I think I was obsessed.

Parker was usually on my mind.

But now?

She was everywhere. I was sharing a room with her and I couldn't get enough.

Parker was terribly innocent and I tainted that. Not that I cared though.

I was touching her and she said something about going to the bathroom, being hungry, and needing to call her mom. I knew the last excuse wasn't true.

I finally got out of the bed and into the living room. She was on the couch. Her cheeks turned pink when she saw me.

She was wearing a tank top, legs exposed in shorts.

I wanted to be between her legs.

Whether it was my face, hand, body, I wanted to be there.

Our first week and a half in Mexico had past and fuck — it was all I could think about. I wasn't like this, a person who couldn't control themselves.

I reached her at the couch and her lips parted.

"Hi," she squeaked. when I sat next to her, shoving her against me.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. She seemed like she was enjoying the trip, but I had no idea. She didn't talk about her feelings. Neither did I.

"Yeah. I'm having a lot of fun," she said softly. She bit her full bottom lip. "Are you okay?"

I didn't think I could get any better. She made me forget who I was.

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Parker's POV

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Esmerelda on one of our many nights out in the city, had cornered me and I couldn't say no to her bachelorette party. It was tonight and I had no idea what to wear. I wasn't going to ask Florencio for money to buy clothes. I couldn't.

Ronaldo's bachelor party was also tonight and Florencio was already done getting ready. He wore black jeans and a black button up. The attire hung to every curve and muscle his body had.

I was done too, besides the whole outfit situation, I put on a little more makeup than usual, eyeliner, and a deep shade of red lipstick. The night before, I had braided my hair so it sat in soft waves now.

I texted Gina, hoping she'd have some expert fashion tips. Esmerelda had

shown me a picture of what she'd be wearing tonight, a short, tight, sparkly pink dress. I couldn't show up in a sun dress.

Gina: you seriously brought nothing fancy? Well, what the hell are you wearing to the wedding?

My leg bounced nervously.

P: it's a beach wedding so summery clothes are acceptable. What do I wear tonight? It's at a club.

Her reply came quick.

Gina: did you bring lingerie? Wear the top with jeans. You'll look so hot.

I did. It was embarrassing to admit and my foundation wasn't hiding my red face. I don't know why I brought it. I was already too much of a coward to get naked in front of him, why bring lingerie.

I put my phone down and rushed out of the bathroom to my suitcase. I quickly grabbed the top of the lingerie and bottoms, a light cardigan, and black high wasted jeans. I would pair this with my black heels.

I went back to the bathroom and got dressed quickly. I shoved the mesh part into the jeans. The lingerie was embroidered on the cups and the neck line plunged to the middle of my chest. My stomach was seen through the mesh slightly. My exposed back was covered by the sweater.

I thought I looked pretty. I hope I did anyways. Girls did this all the time, why couldn't I? I snapped a picture and sent it to Gina. I shoved my phone in my back pocket.

I took a deep breath and left the bathroom. I met Florencio at the door.

His eyes widened when he saw me.

"Is this fine?" I asked nervously. Why was he looking at me like that?

He nodded, leaning down and pressing a hot, opened mouth kiss to my exposed chest. "Yeah. I can't wait to take it off you."

I wasn't sure if I heard him right. "E-excuse me?" I croaked.

He sighed and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the room.

The elevator doors opened and we were in the lobby. Esmerelda and Ronaldo stood there, waiting for us.

Esmerelda whistled. "Parker! You look so beautiful!"

Florencio pulled me to his side and kissed the vicious hickey on my neck. I tried to cover it will concealer but it looked like a bruise now.

I managed to get away from him and follow Esmerelda to the white limo that waited for us.

"Keep her safe!" Florencio called.

Esmerelda rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

I heard Ronaldo laugh before Esmerelda practically shoved me into the limo. In the there, two beautiful women sat. One had dyed blonde hair, tanned skin, she was in a bright blue tight dress. The other women looked just like Esmerelda except with a darker pink dress, I assumed she was her sister.

"Hi, I'm Ruby," the blonde said, a pretty smile on her pink lips.

"I'm Fernanda," Esmerelda's sister introduced her self.

I put on a smile. "Parker. Nice to meet you guys."

Esmerelda wiggled her shoulders and reached into a bag. She pulled out a bottle of champagne. The girls squealed in excitement.

Geez.

I took the glass from Esmerelda. The girls drank in big gulps. I pushed down my uncomfortableness with the situation and chugged the champagne to get it over with.

Ruby and Fernanda made small talk with me and despite the language barrier, we had a lot more in common than I thought. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that was loosening me up, but I was convinced we were best friends.

Every time I was handed a glass, a shot, I drank it. I didn't want to look like a prude in front of these girls. They needed to know I was fun, and liked to party, even if that wasn't entirely true.

The club was on the beach. The sky was dark and the music was loud, making me feel the vibrations under my feet.

The girls linked arms with me and talked in Spanish. I didn't know what they were saying, but they kept me in the loop as best as they could. Following them around and dancing with them was enough. I felt included.

Ruby grabbed my hand and yelled over the loud music, "drinks!?"

No. My head was aching but I nodded enthusiastically.

She pulled me to the bar and ordered us margaritas. I slurped mine down quickly. She was staring at me while she drank hers, making sure I liked it. After that, I was dragged back to the dance floor. We all danced in the middle of the floor, being squished by all the people there.

My feet hurt from jumping and my hips felt sore from the girls bumping into me aggressively.

I was sweating like crazy and I couldn't make one coherent thought, but I was having fun. It felt good to not worry and just dance. Esmerelda seemed to be having a good time, a beer in her hand, swaying her body side to side.

This seemed to go on forever until Esmerelda pulled us all to a table to sit and rest our feet.

I kicked off my heels and slipped off my sweater. The breeze hitting my exposed shoulders and back felt great.

The girls talked and I just looked at the ocean.

"How's Florencio?" Esmerelda slurred. I looked at her smudged mascara.

"He's okay," I answered. He'd been so good to me this whole trip. I couldn't get any better.

"Just okay?" Fernanda asked in disbelief. "But he looks so..."

It took me a minute. "Oh!" I laughed. "No. We haven't had sex." Being drunk, I wasn't embarrassed at all admitting that.

Ruby's perfect eyebrows scrunched up. "Why?"

"I don't know," I said, my voice cracking. "I'm lame." Deep down inside, I wanted him so bad. I was praying he would keep his word and take my clothes off. I giggled at my thoughts.

Esmerelda took a sip of her fruity drink. "I know there's a language barrier between you guys," she looked at us, her eyes wide and I laughed. "So I'm gonna say what we're all thinking. Have sex!" She screamed the last part and the girls encouraged it, saying the same thing.

"Have sex!" I managed to say while Esmerelda shoved her drink in my face, making me chug it. Despite all the drinking I had done, the alcohol never started tasting good. It was all bitter.

"At the beach? He was ready to just —mph!" Esmerelda did a little dance in her chair.

My doubts somehow rose above all the alcohol. "Really?"

Esmerelda smacked my head. "Uh, yeah!" When I didn't look convinced, her smile dropped. "Dios mío. I'm done talking to you." She stood up. "Let's go get more drinks!"

Once again we were arm linked, chugging down some liquid that made my eyes burn and throat feel on fire.

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When we got back to the hotel, I checked my phone for the time. Three am? I wasn't tired at all.

Esmerelda smacked my ass as I was getting out of the limo. I yelped a goodbye. I practically stumbled into the lobby and Florencio was there, catching me.

His arms felt so warm around me. "Wow." I stared up at him in awe. "Where did you come from?"

"Come on," he murmured, pulling me to the elevators and to our room. Everything was kinda spinning and I couldn't focus on anything.

I took off my sweater, suddenly hot. I kicked off my shoes. I turned to Florencio and smiled.

"What did you do tonight?" I asked. I couldn't really hear myself, I hope something actually came out of my mouth.

"We just went to a bar. Nothing as crazy as your night," he replied, coming closer to me when I swayed.

I nodded. Then, I was on the move.

All I knew was that I wanted to lie down.

When I got to the bedroom, I threw myself on the bed. It felt so good.

"I've never been this drunk," I told Florencio when he entered the room. He sat down on the edge of the bed next to me.

He smiled. "When's the last time you were drunk?"

"I was sixteen," I recalled. "Gina, my friend, made me go to some party and she said, Parker, stop being a—" I stopped talking. She had said a very inappropriate version of kitty. I continued, "stop being lame. If you're not gonna make out with Toby White, at least drink!" I shrugged. "So I did and I threw up ten minutes later."

He laughed. "What was wrong with Toby White?"

I thought about it. Nothing really. He was cute and grew up to be handsome by the time we all graduated, but I just couldn't do it.

"He didn't look like you," I said instead, a small smile on my lips.

Florencio bit his lip. "Was I your first kiss?"

My face flushed. "Yeah. I'm happy about that." The alcohol was just making me word vomit. "I like you a lot." I thought about how he made me feel. "Like a lot!" I giggled. "Oh, shoot! You probably already knew but now you really do. I'm a virgin." I whispered the last part like it was a secret.

Florencio stared at me, something washing over his face.

I sat up and got on my knees. Florencio turned to me and I put my hands on his shoulders, steadying myself.

"Do like my outfit?" I asked him.

He nodded.

"Good. Because I wore it for you." I shimmied by shoulders, making my breast go with my movements. "I'm wearing the matching underwear too. Do you wanna see?" I smiled mischievously.

His hands wondered to my pants. "I do," he said quietly. "But you're drunk."

I shook my head hurriedly. "No I'm not! I haven't had anything to drink tonight! I've been a saint."

"Parker, you smell like tequila."

"That doesn't mean I had any," I argued. Please take off my clothes. The alcohol fueled my sexual drive.

Florencio suddenly pushed me onto my back and unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down my legs. He stared at me, blowing out a breath.

I lifted my hips, moving them.

"Stop it." He grabbed me and pulled me off the bed and into the bathroom. "Take off your makeup and brush your teeth."

I did as he said, anything to get me in bed faster with him.

Florencio brushed his teeth and stripped down to his boxers.

I walked to him and dragged my nails down his hard torso.

Florencio snatched my wrist in his hands. "You're bold when drunk."

"Really? I wouldn't really know," I teased.

He helped me walk to the bed and laid us down. My limbs seemed to move on their own when I climbed on top of him.

I placed my hands on his chest.

"Why haven't we had sex?" I asked. I slapped a hand over my mouth. "Oh my god! I just said that!" My face flushed.

Florencio grinned, his hands running under the lingerie.

I was out of control and didn't care what was coming out of my mouth.

"Have I not made it obvious I want to?" I stressed, pressing my fingers into his body.

Florencio muttered something and flipped us over so he was on top. I gasped when his hard body pressed into mine.

He grabbed my leg roughly and put it over his shoulder. The other was bent, against his body.

I felt so hot.

He leaned down and kissed me roughly, invading my mouth with his tongue. I moaned.

He pulled away, taking a deep breath.

"I think I've made it fucking obvious how much I want you," he said quietly. "That stunt you pulled at the beach, not even the cold water helped me."

My bold attitude diminished. Florencio showed me who was boss and I liked it.

"When you're ready, then that's it." He pulled himself off of me. "Now we're gonna sleep. You're wasted and I'm not much better."

When he laid down to me this time, I rolled next to him, falling asleep.

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