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“Oh, va chier.1 Both of you.” I huff out. “Is he pretty? Sure. But he’s also my brother’s rival. So drop it.”

Niamh and Reya spend the next hour and a half doing their best to convince me that not only do I like Mateo, but that I want to ravage him. “Oh, come on,” Niamh cries. “You two are so going to shag! This whole thing between you two is like a walking romance book.”

Reya pipes in before I can react, “OhMG yes! You two have some of the best tropes already working for you. Brother’s rival AND fake dating? You might as well be an omega in heat presenting for her alpha.”

My cheeks heat at the image her words bring to mind. Me bent over the edge of the bed with Mateo slamming into me from behind. I scold myself for even having that thought, pushing it out of my head.

“You two are ridiculous. We aren’t going to ‘shag.’ We aren’t a ‘walking romance’ anything. As soon as I get the chance to talk to him face to face on Monday, this whole charade will be over.”

Now to convince myself of that.

“Fucking Niamh. Fucking Reya. Fucking Iris.” I curse the women responsible as thought after thought of Mateo barrel into my mind.

Those three glasses of wine I chugged earlier probably aren’t helping either. I hoped that they would silence these ridiculous thoughts, but instead they’ve moved on to X rated content.

No matter how hard I try not to, I see his face every time I slip my hand between my thighs to try and find some relief.

After yet another failed climax, I throw my vibrator in annoyance and grab my phone. I don’t know what pisses me off more: not being able to get him out of my head or being an aching mess because of it.

A small voice at the back of my mind begs me not to do this, screaming that I will regret it, but my sexually frustrated, drunk, and sleep-deprived brain doesn’t care.

I have to yell at him for this before bed.

Today 10:53PM

Me:

How fucking dare u? all ur fault.

Big Shot:

Woah. Deja vu. What did I do this time?

Me:

i hate u. y r u so attractive. with ur stupid sexy grin and stormy eyes

Big Shot:

Careful, chispita. A guy could get used to such flattery.

Me:

its not flattery, Big shot. its a list ofthe reasons I hate u

Big Shot:

If u say so, chispita…r u drunk?

Me:

Maybe i am. Or maybe i am. what’s it to u? i’m drunk and horny and both r all ur fault.

Big Shot:

If u’d let me, I’d help with one of those. But not while the other is a thing. When we go there, I want u 100% sober, chispita. I want u to remember begging me.

I manage to send off one last text before drifting off with the image of me on my knees begging Mateo following me into my dreams.