A/N: thank you guys for the support!! Love u all 💞
extra: art is on Twitter by kimmy_arts0912
Miguel woke up to the sound of his phone burring on the bedstand, clicking the stop button.
9:04 a.m.
He slowly rose off the bed, rubbing his temples and heading to the bathroom. He took his time getting himself ready, it was never easy for him since he would regularly work for long hours but today was a day off.
He took a shower, shaving off his stubble beard with a mirror glued on the bathroom wall. He got out with a towel wrapped around his waist and a small one on his wet hair.
Soon as he finished changing, he went downstairs to drink some black coffee and eat some peppered eggs with bacon.
As he scrolled through his work emails on his laptop, he saw Gabriella at the corner of his eye. She stepped off the stairs, approaching Miguel and hugging his legs.
"Como dormiste, mi changa?" (How'd you sleep, my girl?) He let out a hearty laugh, ruffling her messy brown curls. His focus was now on Gabriella, carrying her with one arm while his other hand pinched her swollen cheeks.
"Bien, papi!" She said as she swinged on his arm. Miguel smiled and lifted her back on the floor, reaching for the chair for his daughter. He placed two plates, a small stack of pancakes with strawberries, butter and syrup while the other was a bowl of fruit.
"Make sure to eat all of it, mija. It's bad to let things go to waste." He spoke as he washed the prior dishes from last night, making him vividly relive the memory of his fingers in you. He couldn't shake the thought of you, he kept spacing out on your touch.
He snapped back to reality when he peered his eyes to his phone ringing, his wife. Well almost his ex-wife, the divorce was still in date for court but they went their separate ways months ago.
He wrapped a towel around his hands, drying them and answered the phone. "Hello?"
"I'm picking up Gabriella later today around 6."
Miguel's brows furrowed together. "What do you mean?!? This whole week is my time to spend with her. I have a day off today and tomorrow." He snapped back at her.
"What's the reason for the sudden change?! Im allowed to spend time with my daughter too." He was fired up but whispered into the phone so Gabriella wouldn't hear.
"She just got home a couple days ago, que te pasa en la mente?!" Miguel spoke. She scoffed into the phone. "You're more in love with your work than our own daughter."
"Well I planned a trip for the both of us and I already have everything packed for her. Relax, you'll get her back in a couple days, bye!" As Miguel was about to yell at her, she hung up on the phone.
"Pinche pendeja.." he muttered softly on his lips.
He was furious but had to remain calm to not raise Gabriella's suspicion of why her dad was breathing so heavily and palming his face with his hands.
After a couple minutes pass, he sat next to Gabi watching a cartoon show to ease himself down. He would then urge Gabi to go brush her teeth and change into something else rather than her unicorn pajamas.
Miguel decided to take Gabi to a new toy shop that just opened. He was still pissed about the call earlier but the thought ended up leaving his mind as his focus was now on his daughter's happiness.
5:04 p.m.
It'd been a day or two since what happened. Miguel hadn't sent you a message to babysit Gabi, until this afternoon.
"Hey, can you come over to babysit Gabriella? That is if you're not busy with anything."
"I'll be on my way in 5 minutes, Mr. O'Hara."
"Perfect..thank you. Again, Miguel is fine."
You felt so queasy about stepping in foot back to his house but so excited. You wore a summer dress due to the heat emitting from the sky. The afternoon would always be the hottest time of the day where you lived.
You face the mirror to fix the messy curls that sprung up due to the frizz. You apply some lip liner, finishing it off with a red tint gloss.
5:12 p.m.
You knock on the door, patiently waiting. You hear a click and the door finally opens, the sun shined on his caramelized skin. He look almost jaw dropping.. with a slicked back hair look. Loose black fit pants with a loose button up shirt. His eyes gave off a smile smile and invited you in.
You looked around to find Gabriella drawing at the table.
"Hi Gabi!" You squeal and wave at her as she rushes into a hug towards you. "Yay! You're back!" She was eager to see you. "What are you drawing? That looks great!" "I'm drawing a forest with fairies and unicorns!" Her high pitched voice rang in your ears.
You lean in closer to look at her drawing, acknowledging it. You give her a sweet smile, she returns it back.
You step back and walk to the cabinets to get a glass of juice. Your body jumped when you felt a hand rubbing in circles on your ass.
Miguel grazed his hands on your shoulder, whispering near your ear and dragging you further to the kitchen. Gabi's back facing the both of you two, you felt his hot breath fan you; shivers down your spine and to your core.
"How have you been, muñeca? Te ves muy...hermosa." He husked in a low tone. Your breathing slowed down, worried to even peep a sound. "I missed you..was worried you wouldn't come back." His rough hands rub the soft skin on your hips.
His tongue teased your neck, sucking and softly nibbling on it. "N-not here Miguel..your daughter.." You whispered, trying hard to restrain your small whimpers. He hummed in your ears, nibbling on it before detaching himself as soon as he heard a doorbell ring.
Luckily the kitchen had the blinds closed so whoever was outside, couldn't see.
He sighed and you quickly headed to open the door, facing a woman. She had on black sunglasses to block the sun in her eyes.
"You must be the new babysitter right?" She questioned as she placed her purse on the island countertop. "Yes! I was recently hired by Mr. O'Hara, Ms.." You waited for a response from her. "Mrs. O'Hara." She spoke, she reached to grab Gabriella by the waist; a suitcase near the table.
You had thought that he was divorced, you thought pretty quickly to it maybe they just haven't had gone to court yet to fix their situation.
"Mom? Where are we going?" Gabriella prods her head at Miguel and you. "We're going to Disneyland!!" She squeals as she hears the exciting news.
Miguel sighed and rolled his eyes, knowing that she never really gave attention to Gabriella, just spoiling and bribing her.
Gabriella was brought down back to her feet, hugging you and her dad by the leg, waving goodbyes.
You helped her out with packing some of her toys upstairs. When you both finished packing up some extra stuff, you head downstairs, slightly peering your head to see Miguel and his wife whisper about stuff. Miguel's chest heaved as his hands ran through his hair, frustrated.
Gabriella prods her head at what you're looking at and you quickly distract her by asking her something.
"Did you grab all of your toys, Gabi?" "I think so," she said as she rubbed her head and headed towards the door.
The lady drank some champagne from the glass, eyeing you up and down, questionable about you. You were never this nervous, but you worried if she had known.
She averted her gaze back to Gabi, holding her hand and the suitcase near Miguel. "Bye papi!" Gabi squeaked as the door behind her closed. Miguel waved non-stop til he couldn't see her anymore.
He laid his elbows on the countertop, tilting his head sideways back and forth. "Everything okay?" You walked up to him.
"Yeah.. um..it's just.." He hesitated to tell you. "Oh, don't worry! It's fine you don't have to tell me, Mr.-.. Miguel." He sighed angrily, "No no, it's just that..this week I was supposed to have Gabriella. She comes unannounced, not even a heads up that she would take Gabi with her."
As he vented more of his frustration, he felt relief by letting it all out. You were open eares with him, softly patting his shoulder blades to ease him.
"Wow..that's really messed up. Do you have custody of Gabriella, if you don't mind me asking." You spoke softly.
"Yeah, I do. We haven't had the court fully decide yet, it's coming up in a couple weeks. I just hate how she's nowhere fit for her to be actually caring for Gabriella." He sighed and took a big sip from the champagne bottle.
You hummed in return, heading to the snack closet for something to ease him up. "Want some snacks?" You asked. Miguel gets up and walks towards you.
You tip-toed to reach a cardboard box full of gummies, until you felt your body shivering to the touch of his hands around your waist later reaching your bra.
He wraps his arms around you, his touch becoming a bit more daring this time.
"You're very tempting. It's difficult to resist you right now..."
Miguel smiles at you and whispers his words. He then places his lips on yours again, his kiss passionate and eager. He wraps you as tight as he can, his hands roaming your hips.
"Oh, I would love something sweet. Don't you?" He murmured on your neck. His hands pushed your dress up, caressing your plush skin. "Mr. O'Hara-.."
You felt a sharp slap to your ass. "What did I say? Llámame Miguel.." (Call me Miguel)
He placed a hand on your chin to face him, kissing you softly. The second kiss seemed more like hunger.
"Get on your knees for me, cariño." He husked in a low tone, you obediently listen and laid your knees on the cold marble floor. He caressed your face once more, "Good girl.." The praises that came out his mouth made your cheeks heat up, your blood pumping to your pooling cunt.
Miguel's face lights up with pleasure, his eyes staring at you seductively as you kneel down in front of him. He watches your movement as you kneel, breathing slightly heavier. The way you look at Miguel also makes him feel good.
"Mm..."
Miguel's hand then reaches down and he grabs your head, making you look up at him.
"Open your mouth..."
Miguel moves his hand down to one of your shoulders, moving his thumb along your collarbone and then along your cleavage.
"Open wider, muñeca..."
Miguel's smile grows more and more as he sees you opening your mouth. You see his hand moving around your lips, just touching your face sensually here and there. Miguel's eyes never leave yours, and you find his stare to be both attractive and also exciting.
"Mm... Good.."
Miguel's eyes move down to your tongue and then back up to your face. He starts to whisper in your ear, his voice going slightly deeper.
"¿Como se siente esa boca, chiquilla?"
Miguel's breath slows, clearly aroused. He stuck in two fingers into your mouth and you hollowed your cheeks softly as you sucked on them for a bit. He went deeper, making you gag continuously, he took his fingers out licking them clean.
Your eyes landed on his bulge, palming it with your hands, rubbing it harder each time, pulling groans out of Miguel.
You begin to remove his pants by unzipping it and pulling down his boxers, his hard cock slapping his abdomen. The red brownish head was practically fuming for your touch.
You part your lips, laying your tongue out and licking the pre-cum streaming down on his tip. You try fitting all of his cock in your throat but you can't so you stroke the rest of him.
His eyes drop down to your face, his eyebrows furrowed together, savouring the delicious feeling of your tongue around his cock. You bobbed your head faster when your throat relaxed, being able to take in more of him. You clench your inner thighs together to feel some relief on your swollen clit.
His breathing becomes shallow the more he becomes impatient. When you looked up at him with small teary eyed..
He loses it.
He needs and wants to feel more of you, he slammed his cock deeper down your throat. The squelching sounds and low groans of his voice made you whine but it was muttered by his cock in your mouth.
You dig your nails into his thighs to keep yourself steady, you feel like you've ran out of oxygen. But you couldn't care less.
"Puta madre..." He whispers.
The feeling of him driving you absolutely mad, his grip on your scalp tightening with every thrust he took. The aggression shocked you, but you couldn't move since he took complete control of your mouth.
His cock pressed harder into your throat, making you gag on and on while tears streamed down your face. Your flushed out face drew him to his final straw.
His hips snapping against your cheeks, the slapping sounds echoing. The feeling of your fingernails digging deep into his skin, your muffled moans clenching harder around his cock whenever you hollowed your cheeks, made him lose his control.
"F-fuck...you're so good...such a pretty little slut aren't you? So fucking good f'me baby..." He scowled.
You kept muffling mhm's as he would praise your touch on him. His hips began stuttering, his thrusts slowly becoming slower as his cock became more and more sensitive with every warm touch of your tongue around him.
He held both sides of your face in a firm but gentle grip, abusing your throat to catch his orgasm. "I'm c-coming..mhmmf..mierda..." He whined.
His massive body shook with his imploding orgasm, he shoved his cock to the back of your throat and shuddered as his cum was hot and sticky on your tongue.
The moment he pulled out, he angled my face to his, towering over my frame. "Swallow it f'me." He spoke bluntly.
Miguel removed your mouth off his cock, his erection still hard and pulsing. All he wanted right now was to be inside you but he had different plans for you. He was going to return the favor back to you now.
You let out a few coughs to catch your breath and swallowed just like he asked. Bittersweet taste left on your tongue.
"Eres tan buena y hermosa, ma." (You're so good and beautiful, ma)
"Llevantate, amor." He panted on your neck.
He grabbed you by the shoulders and lifted you up, resting your quivering ankles on his broad shoulders. His fingers stroking and prodding at the wet stain on your underwear, his cold touch setting you on fire.
"Let me touch your pretty pussy, amor. Déjame ver ese bello coño.." (Let me see that pretty pussy) He tore your underwear off, the cold air washing your cunt makes you shiver. He lightly slapped your folds to see your face contort and furrow.
Suddenly, his hot tongue flicked your wet folds, and heat swirled in your stomach, your clit throbbing. Your skin burned to his touch as he reached for your perked nipples, rubbing it with his hands and whenever he would pinch your nipples, you would jerk forward; making his nose hit your clit.
"M-more Miguel.." You begged, your cunt clenching around nothing left you feeling empty and so needy. Your fingers wrapping around his brown curls, gripping onto them dearly as his tongue lapped on your clit.
"You're doing such a good job f'me, mi amor. Keep moaning my name like that. Fuck.." He groaned into your cunt. He slid into another finger and the feeling was too much for you to handle.
"M-miguel.." Your pants filled with wanton and lust. Your body jerks forward as he slid a finger inside you, your eyes impossibly rolling back to the back of your head as you choked on your moans, mumbling his name as he continued to eat you out like a starved man.
"Mirame, corazon. Keep your eyes on me, yeah?"
You felt too much and too little all at once, it wasn't enough for you but you felt like you were about to get thrown off the edge as his fingers started pounding you deep inside your velvet walls. You kept twitching and trembling, your back arching off the wall as your body hopelessly writhed for him.
Your nerves began stuttering, going numb along with a knot starting to untie. Miguel wouldn't stop sucking on your folds, his nose nudging your clit. His eyes never left your face, he loved seeing how you responded to his touch.
You started feeling a fire pooling low in your abdomen, your heartbeat pulsing faster than before.
You started losing composure whatsoever, when he slid in another finger inside. He didn't stop lapping on your sopping cunt, your pussy clenching around his fingers made his cock ache for your walls to tighten around him.
"It's t-too much.. m-miguel please mhmgf..fuck!" You sobbed and wailed. Your tears wouldn't stop, his fingers plunging in deeper inside your swollen cunt.
"You can handle it, doll.. I know you can." His ears relished the wet squelching sounds and your sweet little moans. You tugged harder into his hair as you felt a wave crashing down, the dam broke which released a leg-shaking orgasm. Fire sprinted throughout your body, the feeling of it taking over your mind with nothing but his fingers and tongue on your cunt.
Your orgasm came in flooding in and electrified every nerve in your body. Your vision fading to black. Your throat welled with moans and mewls, as you kept blubbering incoherently.
Miguel devoured you without mercy, savoring your juices as it ran down his chin. He kept you steady by holding you tight on your hips as you wiggled non-stop, shaking and writhed under him.
You loved drowning in helplessness of the pleasure as it surrounded you by the waist, leaving you breathless, shaky, and light headed.
You became almost feverishly whimpering since Miguel would still suck on your clit, tenderly. He finally removed himself from your folds, smirking at you while caressing your flushed out face. "Te ves bella así, muñeca. Eres mia..que no?" (You look beautiful like that, doll. You're mine, right?) You nodded as your orgasm finally came to a stop. He rested your ankles back to the floor, holding you up by the waist so you wouldn't succumb to the floor.
Just when he was about to tease you with his cock slowly on your folds, you both hear a ding from the door. Keys ring through your ears and the door creaked open. Heels clacking on the hard floor echoing around the spacious house, heading upstairs. The both of you quickly start to dress up quickly, you knew exactly who this was.
"Miguel!! ¿¿Dónde estás?? Do you know where the monster high dolls are?!?" A woman voice yelled upstairs. Miguel gave you a quick peck on the lips and a wink.
"What is it this time?" Miguel's voice responded back to her. "Gabi forgot her stupid toys..anyways just tell me where they are. She won't stop crying and I need her to shut up."
Miguel refused to give into his emotions and snap back at her so he gave off a small response to her.
"They're in the hidden basket under her bed, the lock is in the bedstand drawer." He answered, looking back at you tip toeing to the door.
You sent yourself off by going back home quietly and hurriedly.
Miguel was once again incredibly frustrated for the intrusion.
A/N: it's 12:31 am rn, gonna have the best sleep ever. I finally finished it! Leave any feedback, always room for improvement, thank you guys!! (Sorry for the ending once more 😭😓, I promise to make part 4 hella dirty and long)
i know this doesn’t hit as hard as the first part. i genuinely wanted this to be a one shot so i had no ideas on how to continue this. there’s like no plot so i sincerely apologise if this is complete shit 😭
Miguel basks in the warmth that is you, plush thighs trembling and innocent eyes watery. Every soft whimper, every delicate mewl of his name sends a heat that's almost comforting down his spine and drips into his core like a sickly sweet mixture of syrup and addiction.
You look so pretty like this, he might just keep you here, his princessa, a beautiful girl who deserves to be kissed and held by a man who can look after her.
He doesn't know how long he's had you like this, core aching with your nth climax and cunt clenching for more, but he loves it.
He's still teasing you, one finger curling up so that it can hit that spongey part that makes your eyes roll. It doesn't matter how many times you try to take control, hint at how badly you crave his cock, which you just know is huge, he insists on only fingering you. With one finger.
“So fucking tight,” he praises as you cum for what must be the millionth time, “can't ruin your perfect pussy with my cock. Lemme spoil you, hmm?”
And you nod, try to anyway, your body weak and brain melted. You can't count how many times he's made you cum, your poor, overstimulated clit weeping tears of arousal and jaw hanging slack.
A soft thumb comes up to your chin and wipes away the sticky trail of saliva that leads down to your jaw as he tuts his disapproving sympathy.
“Migs,” you finally manage, trembling lips grazing his neck as you flop down in fatigue, “I-I can't.”
Hearing your sweet, fatigued voice so close to his ear makes his cock stiffen. But he can't do anything about it, not when you're a twitching mess that can't sit up straight.
Carefully, Miguel sits you upright, calloused hand gently stroking your lower back in soothing circles. You whine at the emptiness that replaces his finger as he pulls it out with a slick squelch.
You pant heavy, tired, needy breaths that rasp in your mouth and puff in your chest. A weak smile finds its way onto your lips and Miguel swears his heart stops.
He hasn't even fucked you yet you look at him as if he's responsible for the moon pulling the tides.
“‘S okay, niña bonita,” he whispers, voice as soft as the look in his eyes.
With any other girl, he would have kept his finger in, giving her a second one and maybe pepper half-hearted kisses on her neck. But with you, knowing he can only go so far before you start hiccuping and holding back tears is almost just as erotic, if not more.
You let your body ease, thighs spread wide for him to see your pulsing cunt scarcely concealed by the loose, fraying threads of your suit that he's torn. He can smell your juices and it's taking all of his self-restraint not to flip you over and lap up your arousal from your aching folds.
You feel safe in his arms, safe enough to let your stomach relax instead of sucking in, safe enough to yawn while staring lazily at him, safe enough to let your eyes slowly flutter shut and a warm slumber creep up on you.
He peppers gentle kisses against your jugular, nipping at your delicate skin and savouring the soft mewls that escape your sleeping lips.
You look so angelic like this. Lashes meshed together and flutter with every small twitch. Your arms draped over his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. Cunt glistening with the orgasms he pulled from you.
Then you wake up, a soft yawn escaping you as you stretch your delicate arms, blissfully unaware of the fact your panties are ripped in half and Miguel’s fingers are sticky with your arousal. You bury your head further into his neck, eyes glued shut as your brain fights off fatigue and the urge to recollect the reason why you feel so lightheaded.
A large hand smooths your spine while a second one rests on your shoulder. You’re warm and tired, a combination that is dangerous in situations such as this. “Miggy.”
That one’s new. It's more teasing, sickly sweet and wrapped in the sugar dusting that's your voice. It's not as blunt, playful and innocent as ‘Migs’, something about it is more… intimate.
He lets it sit for a moment, not answering your call and toying with the way it settles in his chest and listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. After a few seconds he gives in, “Go to sleep, princessa,” he instructs, and you obey.
Something about the way you melt into him makes him smile. His entire life has been void of physical contact but as soon as you turned up he's had nothing but small hand squeezes, warm hugs and the feeling of soft skin against his as you lean against him.
And for that, he owes you everything. He's willing to do it, buy whatever, fix whatever, kill whoever. If it makes you happy then it makes him happy.
Miguel decides he likes this, being allowed to be so protective over you. No one is here to give him looks of disapproval and jealousy as you follow him around like a lost puppy. He can just hold you, imagine a life of spoiling you and coming home to you with open arms, ready and waiting for whatever he craves from you.
He can buy you all the clothes you gasp at as you walk down the street, peering through the reflective glass windows and trying to hide how badly you want it.
He can watch you give him a mini fashion show, parading the new frocks he's bought and twirl you round and round.
He can help you with your career, you're a smart woman and he doesn't want to take that from you. You deserve everything you've worked hard for.
He can hold you just as tightly as he is now but in his, no, your bed, your shared bed. And kiss your rosy cheeks, nuzzle into your neck, walk his fingers up and down the arch of your back.
You shift in his lap and his hips involuntarily buck up, something that makes his gut twist with guilt. He's reminded that you are clinging to him, trusting him after he's turned your brain into slush. And that he should make you a new suit.
Reluctantly, he stands up, you held close to his chest and your arms hanging limp. He knows he should take you home, leave you in your bed for your asshole roommates to find you and get woken up by your alarm. But he doesn't want to.
He takes you home, to his home. Where he can look after you.
This might be kidnapping but it wasn't exactly against your will, not when you were cumming all over his hand not long ago.
You mould into his apartment so easily that it's impossible for him to remind himself that you don't actually live here with him. The subtle smell of your body wash mingles with his floor cleaner and fabric softener, so, so perfectly, as if you've been there since he's moved in.
It's all come full circle. He's dreamt of this so many times and here you are, curled up on his sofa, a blanket draped over your sleeping form and head propped up by pillows.
He runs the backs of his fingers along your arm, smiling warmly as your arm jerks at the contact. The dim light from his lamp illuminates the contours of your features. It's an almost ethereal glow that highlights your beauty, your innocence.
That guilt finds its way back into his gut. The beautifully weak position you've pulled yourself into by default is painful for him to see. Part of him feels as though he's taken advantage of you, pulled too hard at your emotions, warped your young mind with his wicked ways.
Yes, you snuggled into him before but that's because you don't view him as someone to be feared. But he is.
The sacred being that is your intricate soul chose him to follow around and regard as a role model and he's taken advantage of that. A sick, twisted part of his loves that.
That corrupt and messed up part of him wants you to worship the ground he walks on, wants you to feel like nothing without his praise, wants to be so toxicly possessive over you that it drives his morals over the edge. He wants to fuck you good and rough, pull tears from your rolling eyes and needy moans from your stuttering lips.
Before, when you sauntered in with his lunch and that incandescent smile on your face, he didn't expect it would end up like this- admitting his most perverted desires.
You fuck with his mind in ways someone your age shouldn't. You make him crave the most horrific things, drive him to an insanity he never knew existed, and create dirtied thoughts that make his skin crawl and cock harden.
Sighing, he pulls himself off of his sofa and slumps down on the floor next to it. Maybe when you wake up you'll panic, not knowing your surroundings but instantly calm down when you smell his heavy Cologne. Or maybe you'll hit the roof. Either way, he wants to be near you so he can experience each and every one of your emotions.
Careful not to wake you, he leans up and presses a soft kiss to your lips. Your scent fills his nostrils and he has to force himself off of you.
He's like a walking search engine. With every question you have, he has a set in stone answer. He rolls his eyes at the random questions you ask just to try to stump him, but smirks and answers all the same.
"Mig, what's the capital of Hungary."
"Budapest... why?"
"Jus' wondering."
"Okay, sweetheart."
He's always willing to explain certain concepts to you, but he is NEVER condescending. Miguel will never put on a "baby voice" to talk out a problem with you. He doesn't treat you like a child. Miguel knows he's smart, but he's not an asshole about it. But, he does love it when you point it out.
"You're so good with numbers, Miggy. So smart for me, hm?"
He gently smiles as he's crunching numbers, figuring out what his budget should be for this month so he can save up for the diamond-plagued necklace he saw you ogling. He feels a sense of pride as you massage his shoulders, looking at the paper in front of him, kissing his cheek.
"Mhm... just for you, love."
Miguel is always the one who files your taxes and works out financial issues. He looks so good sitting at the kitchen table, glasses perched at the bridge of his nose, as he's rubbing his temples and bouncing his knee, while he's hunched over his laptop with papers neatly organized around him.
Miguel loves to watch documentaries at the end of a long day. He believes that media should be informational and purposeful. His favorites are history documentaries, though.
I just know this man knows everything about World War II. I just know it.
Once you two have kids, they always go to Miguel for help with homework. I can imagine him sitting in his chair, watching a documentary at 11:00pm. He's partially enjoying the film, eyes opening and closing as the day's work is finally seeping into his tired mind. Suddenly, as he opens his eyes, he sees his daughter standing in front of him with a binder, calculator, two pencils, and a sheepish smile across her face.
"Hola, papa. Can you pleeaassee help me with my homework... I only need help with science and math." She bites at her bottom lip, knowing she's about to get an earful about time management and being responsible. Miguel harshly sighs out, sits up in his chair, and slides his glasses onto his face.
"For the love of God." He rubs his eyes, gesturing for her to hand him the binder.
"Thank you..."
Miguel is always working on reading a huge book. He's a big biography fan. Instead of scrolling on his phone, he'll pick up his book, remembering what page he ended on without a bookmark.
One thing you've taught him, though, is emotional intelligence. How to be gentle and understanding; it was something he was never taught in school. He's so grateful that you were patient as he learned how to let down his strongly built emotional walls.
Book-smart and Life-smart.
My god, I love smart men... nothing more attractive than a man who knows what he's talking about.
Getting ready was a hassle, I already knew what I was wearing, but my hair, my God, how annoying it could be sometimes. I brushed it back once more, sleeking it down so it could be pulled into a large low puff. After bursting about 3 hair ties and what felt like an eternity, I succeeded in putting my hair into one.
My outfit was on, admiring myself while fixing my edges. I rarely wore fancy dresses, but Mommy always insisted on getting me them, because I don’t know when I’d be asked on a date. Before I even got ready, I was on the phone with Miguel. He had to visit his Mom, which meant he’d be running a bit late, so he told me to go by the house and wait on him as he got ready and we’d take his car to the restaurant.
Looking in the mirror once more to apply more clear gloss to my brown lip lined lips, I rubbed them together so the lip liner and gloss could mix into the beautiful cinnamon color. I put my things into my purse and texted Miguel while walking out my room.
Me
Leaving home now
My stomach fluttered after sending that text. This was my first date ever and it was with a sexy ass man. Walking towards my car, my phone went off. I knew it was Miguel.
I didn’t check my phone until I got into the car and started it.
Miguel <3
Just got out the shower. Drive safely <3
I imagined him standing in his room, a towel lazily hanging from his hip—oh God, I shouldn’t be thinking of things like this. Patting both of my cheeks lightly, I tried getting rid of my provocative thoughts and started my car.
🌸
“How’s it taste?” Miguel asked, removing the fork from my mouth. He gave me the last bite of his food, wanting both of us to enjoy each other’s meal.
I chewed slowly, savoring the taste of the salmon. “It’s very good, but not better than your cooking.”
That gained a low chuckle from him.
Our plates were now empty, but we weren’t ready to leave yet, so engrossed in our conversation. But I found it hard to keep up with Miguel.
Focus. Focus. Focus. I just can’t. I’m listening, but my eyes are focused on every inch of his perfectly crafted body.
I don’t know if it’s the mood of this restaurant, very gorgeous by the way, but he looked more handsome than ever.
His white button down, having a few buttons undone to showcase his hairy chest and gold cross chain— how can I be normal right now??
Then I looked up, his hair framed his face so nicely, it looked little a different, almost like he got a—
“Did you get a haircut?”
He stopped mid sentence and touched his hair, smiling shyly. “I did, you noticed.” He sounded so pleased. “Do you like it?”
“I do, y-you look very cute, Miguel.”
He smiled again. “Thank you. I wanted to compliment you the entire night, but I don’t even know what to say, you’re so out of this world, Kenedi.”
My back straightened up at his words. An uncontrollable smile crept up on my face, my teeth on full display for him.
“Dios mio..” I heard him mutter, with his eyes locked on me.
“Are you ready for the bill?” The waiter asked.
Miguel shifted his gaze to the waiter. “Uh.. yes.”
After he paid, which he didn’t hesitate to do, we walked out the restaurant hand in hand. Our conversation strung on even on our drive back to his house, but soon came to an end as we stood on his porch.
“I had a very amazing night with you, Miguel.” My voice came out softer than I wanted. I couldn’t even maintain eye contact with him, it was so intense.
The air felt thicker and hotter. Our bodies felt like they were getting closer.
“Thank you for allowing to me spend the night with you, I had lots of fun.” He took his hands out of his pockets. “We should do this again, yeah?”
Nodding quickly, I smiled. “We should.”
“Kenedi..” He breathed out, staring deeply into my eyes.
My heart quickened. “Yea—”
His phone blared in his pocket. He began mumbling under his breath, clearly pissed at whoever was calling, totally ruining the mood.
“I-I’m gonna get going, I’ve got work in the morning.” I said to him, excusing myself.
He looked up from his phone and clearly he didn’t like what I said. His lips formed a slight frown. “Oh..okay, just let me know when you’re home please?”
His phone rang again and he groaned.
“I will, good night.” I got into my car, heart racing as I started the engine and drove off.
Was he going to kiss me if his phone didn’t ring? What would’ve happened after that?
My thoughts continued until I made it home, even as I got undressed.
I should probably text him and let him know that I’m home, but my phone wasn’t the purse I used. It wasn’t even on my bed.
Maybe I left it at the restaurant? But I remember checking the time on my phone in my Miguel’s car.
I sighed, grabbing my keys and going back downstairs to my car.
Can’t believe I forgot my phone in his car.
For what like forever, I made it to his house. I stood outside his house, praying the spare key was under the flower pot, and thankfully it was. Quickly, I opened the door.
“Mi—”
“I’ve missed you.”
The woman’s voice sounded familiar.
“Lorelai..” I heard Miguel in the distance.
Lorelai. How is ex wife. Is that who called him?
I didn’t even notice her car in the driveway.
“Think about what Gabby would want, she’d want us back together, Migs. She misses us together.”
Footsteps began making their way closer to me, then a door opened.
“She said that? Gabby told you that?”
Instantly I panicked. What if they come down here? Should I hide?
“Yes Migs. Would I ever lie to you?”
I shouldn’t even be hearing this conversation right now. I feel sick, jealous, and maybe just a little bit betrayed.
I heard him sigh. “Lorelai, I need to go to bed right now, you should too.” His voice was now clearer.
“I still love you!” She shouted.
I stood there awkwardly, looking at the two.
They were now downstairs and didn’t even notice me standing there awkwardly until I stifled a cough.
The tension in the room was incredibly thick.
Miguel turned around in complete shock when he saw me, as if I wasn’t supposed to be there. “Kenedi.”
“Uh sorry for interrupting you guys, but I forgot my phone in your car.” I rubbed my shoulder awkwardly, ignoring the glares from Lorelai, who had one of Gabby’s plushies in her hand.
“Lorelai, please leave.”
Lorelai strutted out the house, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Kenedi—”
“My phone, Miguel.” I wasn’t in the mood to hear any type of explanation. I just wanted to go home and lay in my bed and cry a little bit.
He looked so hurt when I cut him off. “Right.”
I followed behind him and he unlocked the car. Lorelai was gone by then. I searched for my phone and found it underneath the passenger seat.
“Thanks.” I said quickly to Miguel and scurried away to my car before he could say anything.
I could see his silhouette standing on his porch, just watching me drive away.
