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English lessons part 4

Gwen went up to the floor where Renato’s and Y/N rooms were. I thought she was going straight to Y/N room but then I realized she didn’t even know where I had met her or if she was there with us. Gwen went to Renato and basically broke down his door.

“What the heck is going on?Gwen why are you pounding on my door?” he was in his underwear clearly awaken from his sleep.

“You are supposed to be their father figure. You are supposed to stop them from doing mistakes. You had to mentor them. It’s not fair to me, to anybody.” she screamed at his face. Renato was looking at her misunderstanding. Gwen was crying and screaming. I felt so bad. The guilt filled me up and I teared as well. Renato saw me approaching them and looked at me questioningly. I tried to explain with a few words but couldn’t even get the chance to finish my first sentence. Gwen pushed me away from them screaming at my face “You are an asshole. It’s your fault. What didn’t I give you that you went to somebody else? Didn’t I make you happy?” I was lost of words. She was right about everything she said to me. I did hurt her. She made me happy and gave me everything she could. I was feeling loved and cared about. But when I saw Y/N I couldn’t stop myself. My heart wanted to be with her and had it’s own mind.

“What the heck did you do Zabdiel?” Renato asked me. I had tears in my eyes. Not only because I was super emotional but because I was acting like the worst person towards Gwen.

“He slept with some girl that I have no idea where he met nor do I want to know.” Gwen told Renato and then turned to me saying “It’s over. I don’t want to see you ever again.” And maybe she was right about that. Maybe that way was better for everyone.

At the same time Y/N opened her door clearly disturbed by the screams and the situation I have deliberately put myself into. “Y/N go inside. It’s not the time. Please, listen to me and go inside.”

“Is that her? Is that your mistress? Gwen asked coming fiercely towards Y/N. She pushed me aside when I tried to stop her. Y/N didn’t actually realize what was going on until Gwen almost jumped on her. Y/N threw her hands in the air as a sign of giving up. I tried to stop them though, thank God, nothing physical happened.

“I didn’t know, I swear. I would have never gone for him if I knew you were in a relationship.” Y/N told her. I could see in her eyes that she was scared and sorry she got involved in this situation. 

After one more ice-cold look and one ‘I hate you’, Gwen left. I looked around to see that everybody had gone out of their rooms. Renato motioned me to go inside his room and gave me one long dad-like talk of disapproval. I felt awful. They all were right, I was an awful person. I wanted to do what’s best for everyone but messed up again. 

After what seemed like entire night of him talking, Renato finally let me go back to my room. Gwen had left already and I decided it’s the best if I wait until the next morning to talk to Y/N. So I took a shower and went to bed. When I woke up the next morning and went down for coffee I found everyone mad at me.

“Have you seen what is going on in the social media?” Renato told me. Apparently someone had taped us on his phone and now everybody knew what I have done. Tabloids have already started writing issues of us with false news and lines. They were all super mad at me. I knew I would be under big supervision now. The tabloids and the fans that never liked Gwen exploded. Everybody blamed her when actually the fault was mine. I was going to clean up the air but first I wanted to see Y/N. I went up to her and knocked on the her door but nobody answered.

“I sent her home. All of this happened when she came along. It’s better this way” Renato was behind me.I couldn’t believe it. He had fired her. She had to meet all of the media alone. I tried calling her number of times but the only thing I got was a voice mail saying “Don’t talk to me and stop calling.”

What else could go wrong and mess the situation more than it was messed up already?

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English lesson part 5

I caused all of this, how could I let her go?! If I did, I would be the biggest jerk. I hurt two woman important to me. I had to clean up the mess I made. I told Renato that for the next few days they will be without me. I packed a few shirts in my backpack and hopped on the next plane. My heart was beating fast through the whole flight. What if she hates me now, she lost her job because of me. I felt so bad for what I did to Gwen but while sitting in the plane I realised I loved Y/n. There was no way I could ever let her go. Not now. Not when I have found incredible woman that wants me for who I am and not for who people know me to be.

In three super long hours I landed in Chicago. I have black spots of how did I found her house but in a few trips with the taxi I was at her front door. I had flowers in my hands and my heart on a silver platter for her. I knew I can’t give her more than distant relationship. I had to travel so much with the boys. I knew it would be hard but that wasn’t gonna stop me. I knocked on her door and waited for her to come.

“What the fuck are doing here?” she asked me when she opened the door.

“I wanted to talk to you.” I said.

“And you flew all the way to here just to talk to me? You didn’t have to do that. I have no intentions of talking to you. You lied to me. You didn’t even tell me you had a girlfriend. Then you said we will stop and we didn’t and then she came and everyone knew. I got fired and you left me be eaten by the social medias. How do you expect me now to talk to you? Go fuck yourself!” to be honest I expected this. She had all the rights to be that mad at me.

“Look, I know you are mad at me. You have all the rights to be. I messed up. It’s all my fault and I realize that and that I am an idiot. I have nothing else except me and all the disadvantages that come with me to offer. But I have fallen for you. I am in love with you. I don’t want to hide it anymore. I am here to try. I will not let you go just like that. I am not like others. I will not go away the first time you tell me to do it. Because I saw that you also have feelings for me. I don’t know what are they but you make me happy. I will give it all up for you, all the fame, all the attention, eve my music just to be with you. But if you tell me to go home now and leave you alone, I would respect that and I will step away.” I said in one breath. I saw her face changed. I hope my little speech would work in my part.

And obviously it did it’s magic because the next thing I knew she was kissing me with the same passion she kissed me the first time. The flowers fell off my hand as we went inside. Her face was wet from tears. My hands knew what to do on themselves. 

I picked her up and carried her to the couch. I sat down as she was on top of me. Her body was moving so slowly that it drove me nuts. Our clothes were only making it harder. So very soon they were on the floor of her living room. We had desire for each other. I was kissing her like there was no tomorrow. Her body was trembling at my touch. In one easy motion I was inside her, doing what she loved the most, pleasing her. I knew how much she liked kissing her neck, so I paid special attention to it. My hands were gently squeezing her ass. Her moans in my ear were the music I loved the most. My moans were muted into the kisses. She was so wet, I was so hard, we always know how that one ends. I didn’t realize how I got so close to coming. 

Her moans became uncontrolable, which meant she was almost there too. I felt her get tighter and tighter until she came on top of me whispering my name again and again. That part was always my favorite, to hear her mutter my name. I came hard inside her not even bothering to pull out.

“That was amazing baby. I want to call you baby from now on.” I said with a soft smile.

“I would love that, baby”she as kissing me still in the position we were in a few moments ago on the couch. “ I have to tell you something. Please promise me you won’t get mad” she said. My stomach turned around. That wasn’t going to end well.

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English lessons part 3

I spent the whole night awake, thinking of my mistake. I was thinking of what I did and of the right thing to do. I knew well enough that after my lessons are over Renato would send her home, but one cannot order his heart who to fall in love with. I felt my heart beating fast every time I saw her. It was that magic that my dad once told me about.

Back in memories

“Dad, how do you know you love somebody?” I asked my father.

“You are too young to ask this Zabdiel. You are only 10. When you grow up you will know it. When I met your mom, my heart started pounding madly in my chest. That’s how I knew I loved her. One day you will meet a girl and feel the same. Then you will know you love her.” my dad said.

“I want to know who would be that girl to make me feel that way.” I continued with my 10 year old mind.

“I am sure she would be lovely, son.”

Back to present

Now I full understood what my dad meant. I felt what he was talking about and I knew I had met the one. I screwed up big time, there was no doubt. I had to clean up the mess I made. Gwen was coming tomorrow and I had decided to talk to her and explain it all. I had decided to end our relationship for good. I wasn’t sure if Y/N would agree to be with me but I had to try. Otherwise I would have been forever sorry that I never even tried. I decided first to tell Y/N. I got up and went to her room. By the time I was about to knock on the door, a man opened it from inside. He was smiling. He looked at me, nodded his head and went off after waving her goodbye. I immediately recognized him from our technician team.

Y/N came to the door and motioned me to go inside. The bathrobe was wrapping her body tightly and her hair was wet, like she had just come out of the shower.

“What was he doing here?” I asked. Inside my guts were screaming, my mind was turning red.

“He was here to look up my TV. It wasn’t working. Why are you asking?”

“The hotel has maintenance. He can miss that problem.” I said with my hands crossed over my chest.

“Are you jealous now? As far as I am concerned there is no reason for you to be jealous. I am single and can do whatever I want and with who I want. The same cannot be told about you.” she said also crossing her arms.

“I am jealous, yes. I don’t want him around you. I want to be the one to help you with your TV. I don’t want him to be around you.” I said. I was madly jealous. “I have come here to talk to you. I made my decision. I will talk to Gwen tomorrow, when she comes. I am going to call it quits.”

“What!? Really?” she asked surprised.

“Yes. I want to be with you.I know I can’t give you much. I travel a lot and meet different people. But I know I can’t do it anymore. I can’t lie to her.” I went to her and took her hand in mine.

“How can I be sure you will not go to another girl? How will I know you will not find another me? Just like you did now?” she told me.

“I won’t. I don’t want to.” I told her. I gently pulled her into my embrace and slowly kissed her lips.

I felt her heart beat fast. There is no need to say that we could not control ourselves. We were all over each other. We didn’t use words, we used touches instead. That night we didn’t have sex, we made love. 

The next morning when I went back to my room I got a surprise. Gwen was already there. “Hello, mi amor” she said and she threw herself around my neck and started kissing me. I responded but she felt I was kind of distant.

“What’s up with you? First you haven’t been answering my calls, now you are like you don’t even want to kiss me. What the heck is going on?” she said. I couldn’t hide it anymore.

“There is something you should know. I met someone. I can’t lie to you anymore. I was with her. I lied to you and I am sorry. Whatever I say will not take away the blame I feel. But its better that way. You deserve to know the truth.” I said.

Her eyes exploded with fire. I close my eyes for a second and the next thing I know was the slap she gave me. It was hard and burnt my cheek. I deserved it though. She had every right to do it. She started yelling at me and pounding on my chest. She threw things at me and against the wall. I never expected less than that. I never deserved less than that. I gave her time to calm down and tried to explain myself and somehow make her feel better. That made even angrier. 

“You will be sorry for that! I never did anything to hurt you. Things go back around Zabdiel!” she said as she stormed out of the room slamming the door behind her. I opened the door and tried to run after her. She didn’t go downstairs as I thought so. She took the elevator to the next floor where Y/N room was. That wasn’t going to end well. I ran after her in tries to prevent the upcoming events.

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English lessons/Zabdiel smut part 1

Zabdiel point of view.

It was the middle of April. Our promo tour was on full speed. We didn’t even have time to sleep properly, let alone do something else. I was drained from all the travelling, all the shoots, all the in between shot videos. And on top of that Gwen wanted her part of my attention. I was her boyfriend after all. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I never had time for her? We knew it would be hard to maintain our relationship from a distance but I decided it was worth it. I was in love with her. My heart my jumping when I thought of her. Or at least that was the case until Renato, our manager and the goofiest friend in our team, okay maybe second to the goofiest, decided he wanted me to learn perfect English and got me a private English teacher. Erick also didn’t know English very well, but he was tutored to get his school diploma so the case was different. Of course I was fucked up, or at least I thought I was until I saw my teacher.

When Renato introduced her to us I literally gasped. My jaw hit the floor, big time. I was looking not at a teacher but at the prettiest woman ever. She had long golden brown waves in her hair, glistening blue eyes and heart-melting smile. I couldn’t believe she was a teacher. I couldn’t stop staring at her. I managed to say my name only when Christopher had hit me at the back with his hand and given me his cheeky smile. I knew that smile meant he would pick on me for a long time but I knew how to get back at him.

We started the lessons the very next day. She was welcoming me in her hotel room, turned into a classroom with so many books and tests and even small white board, the ones you usually hang on your fridge. We were sharing a desk. That desk turned into my favorite object. I was really attracted to her, in a way I haven’t been attracted to a woman, even to Gwen. The weeks were passing by. She was travelling from place to place with us, trying to get me to talk only on English, but the only thing I could think of was her on that desk and my lips on her skin. Of course, I did study. I didn’t want to give the impression of the dumb artist pressed to learn, but of the intelligent young man my mom taught me to be. And besides if I wasn’t learning Renato would have replaced her. That was not my aim.

6 weeks into our course of English, while in Italy, I decided I would try to use my charm and see to what extend it would go. Yes, I was aware I had a girlfriend that loved me, even if everybody tells me exactly the opposite. I felt bad for wanting to hit it off with my teacher. But at the same I couldn’t resist her. She was as old as me, as beautiful as a goddess and smart as no one else. I was completely lost in her. I was allowing myself to fall deep. At first I thought it was only sexual attraction, but I grew into much more.

So that day when I went to her room for the class I brought chocolate with me. She was happy that I did. Maybe she was happier for the chocolate than to see me. I went inside, we seated ourselves as usual and started checking the homework she had given me. But my mind was away. She was wearing floral dress with deep cleavage, her hair was up in a messy bun, her lips were pink and her glasses were finishing off the whole vision of a goddess. I am a man and I couldn’t help but stare. She noticed me, of course. How could I get away with it.

“Can you stop staring at my boobs and pay attention to the lesson, please?!”she said. She knew I couldn’t. I saw her shot a glance down my jeans. That was the moment I knew it was the right time if I wanted her. Obviously she didn’t know about me being in a relationship or she did and didn’t care. Either way I wanted her. I put my hand on my forehead and asked for a break. She sighed but gave me one. I had put the chocolates next me so she had to reach over me to grab them. It wasn’t a problem, though. She put her hand on my knee and reached over, revealing her chest even more to me. She took the chocolates and sat back at her chair. Again she shot a glance down my jeans. “Okay, if you answer me correctly, you can eat all of them. If not I am having them on my own" she continued.

“Okay. Let’s see what you have in mind” We were so close to each other that I was nearly feeling he heart beat.

“How you say in English “Soy de Puerto Rico”? “ - “I am from Puerto Rico” I said.

“Well done! And how do you say “Soy un artista”? “ - “I am an artist.”

“Okay, You can have one chocolate.” she said as she gave me one piece of it in my mouth and licked her fingers after. When she did that I was sold. I was so hard that my jeans were almost ripping off. I guess she saw that because she slid her arm up my leg and biting her lip asked me “How you say “Te deseo ahora” in English?”- “I want you, now!” I said and bit my lip, copying her.

“Exactly” she said. She threw the chocolate on the desk, sexily came up and sat on my lap. I didn’t mind at all. She smiled when she felt how hard I was and then, after removing her glasses, kissed me. She started moving back and forth on my lap which made me moan into the kiss. My hands went straight to her ass. I squeezed it hard but she seemed to like it as much as I did. Before I even realized what was happening we were both in our underwear. I had such desire for her that I didn’t even care if the clothes were torn or not. I threw her on the bed and got on top of her. She was moving slowly under me letting slow moans escape her lips. I was enjoying it way too much. The last barrier between us, the underwear, was soon off and I allowed myself to touch her, just like I imagined a few days earlier under the shower. My hand was slowly moving between her legs while my lips were kissing her neck. She was wet and ready for me. Her clit was sensitive enough for me to know what with one right touch I could make her cum right away. “Don’t make me wait any longer! I’ll give you the lowest mark.”She said. “I won’t fail this one, believe me.”I answered as I entered her without warning. Her lips parted, her body arched and a loud moan escaped her lips. I started moving inside her slowly at first and then faster and faster. Her legs were spread so I could have the best access and hit her on the right places. I let myself smack her butt gently a few times, something I was not allowed to do while fucking Gwen. She seemed to like it. “You are the best teacher I ever had.” I whispered in her ear while picking the pace even more. “Oh shit!. I am so close. You are so good at that.” she said. Words like this always turned me on. I knew myself. I was nearly on the edge, a few more moves and I would have came inside her. Instead I pulled out and started touching her again. She seemed to love it. Her body was waving, her breasts jumping. I came right on top of her lower body as she was riding her orgasm over my hand. I could feel the goose bumps on her soft skin. Her moans sent chills down my spine. My deep voice moans were battling with hers. “You were right, you didn’t fail that one!” she said. Giggling I gave her one deep tongue battled kiss. We were getting in the mood for another round, when, of course, Renato came and knocked on the door. Duty was calling me. And dang how I wanted another round.