CHIARA POV
Content Alert: This story contains explicit and mature themes, including sexual content and other adult topics. Reader discretion is advised, particularly for individuals under the age of 18.
As my consciousness slowly returned, I found myself in a state of discomfort and agony, the persistent throbbing in my head serving as a constant reminder of my condition. "Ouch!" I instinctively groaned, my hands reaching out to cradle my temples in an attempt to alleviate the pain.

Gradually, I forced my eyes open, and as they adjusted to the surroundings, a wave of familiarity washed over me. I found myself lying in the cozy guest room of Luis's condominium, a space that had become somewhat of a sanctuary during my stay. The walls were adorned with a soothing shade of soft beige, perfectly complemented by the ethereal off-white curtains that swayed gently against the backdrop. The attention to detail in this room was evident - plush pillows adorned the bed, inviting me to indulge in their comfort, while the duvet promised a cocoon-like embrace.
A profound sense of gratitude filled my thoughts, knowing that Luis had gone above and beyond to ensure my comfort throughout my stay. His kindness in providing this serene environment did not go unnoticed.
A glance down at my attire revealed the stark realization that I still wore the same clothes from the previous night.
As I lay in bed, I found my mind swirling with a whirlpool of thoughts, seemingly pulling me deeper and deeper into a sea of confusion. The images of Xander and Rhian entwined together flooded my consciousness, haunting me like a persistent nightmare. I tried to push these haunting visions aside, but they clung to my mind like a heavy weight on my chest, suffocating me in its grip.
Seeking solace and refuge, Luis had graciously brought me to his condominium to drown our sorrows in the company of drink. A bitter smile tugged at my lips as I reminisced about the vivid image of Alex's betrayal, etched painfully into my memory. Yet, amidst the overwhelming confusion that consumed me, I desperately struggled to make sense of my own emotions.
Seeing Xander in the embrace of another had caused me an unimaginable pain, a pain that cut through the depths of my being. And yet, as I reflected upon it, I couldn't shake the feeling that the love I once held for him had somehow dissipated. It left me questioning the authenticity of that love - was it a genuine affection born from the depths of my heart, or had it been merely a construct of societal expectations and the relentless pressure of my mother's desire for me to be married?

It had been three months since our breakup, and yet, the wounds still felt fresh. The mere sight of him triggered anger within me, fueling a sense of betrayal that cut deep. Strangely enough, I found myself wanting to leave the restaurant not just because of Xander's presence but also because I could sense the hurt in Luis's eyes upon seeing Rhian.
I couldn't deny the growing connection I felt with Luis, even though I knew deep down that circumstances wouldn't allow it. There was something about him that drew me in, something that made my heart skip a beat every time he walked into the room. During the week I had spent at his condo, he had taken care of me, cooked for me, and made me feel important. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with him. To feel his arms around me, his lips on mine. Yet, I understood that it wasn't a fairytale scenario with him. Suddenly, my mind flickered to Alex and Sanya's dare, prompting me to question my own motives. Was I really here because of a dare, or was there something more drawing me towards Luis?
A faint knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, and I turned my attention towards it. "Mia, are you awake? Let's have breakfast," came Luis's warm voice, instantly bringing a smile to my face.
"You go ahead, I'll join you after I freshen up," I replied, making my way towards the bathroom. Once I finished, I joined Luis at the dining table. To my surprise, I noticed he hadn't touched his food yet.

Curiosity piqued, I spoke up, "Why aren't you eating?" He turned towards me, his smile radiating warmth and a certain charm that shook me to my core.
"I've been waiting for you," he said tenderly, filling my plate with food. And so, we began our meal, savoring the flavors and enjoying each other's company.
Midway through, a question escaped my lips, "How did I end up in the guest room? I don't remember."
His response caught me off guard, as he coughed and sheepishly replied, "Ah, well, I-I carried you to the guest room because you were drunk." Confusion washed over me, but I decided not to dwell on it at that moment. I simply nodded in acknowledgment and continued eating, pondering the mysteries that lay before me.
MAXIMO POV
I am relieved when she didn't ask any more questions because I was at a loss for how to answer. Last night, she had been so intoxicated that she couldn't recall what had happened.
"Have you moved on?" Mia inquired, her gaze fixed on me. I took a sip of my beer, contemplating her question. The truth is, I wasn't sure if I had moved on. The feelings inside me were muddled and confusing, and I struggled to understand them.
"I like you," she unexpectedly declared. Her words caught me off guard, causing me to turn towards her. She was smiling, her eyes locked with mine. Was she being genuine? Or was she just teasing me, like she had done before when we were at Club Z?
The memory of her previous declaration replayed in my mind, but this time, doubts crept in. I couldn't be certain if she was serious this time or if it was merely another playful whim.
I am surprised when Mia had suddenly kissed me out of nowhere. I was taken aback at first, but as she submitted to kissing me more deeply, I found myself unable to resist. Her moans between our kisses sent shivers down my spine and ignited a fire within me.
As we made our way to the guest room, Mia clung to me tightly, her hands exploring my back and waist. I couldn't help but run my fingers over her luscious ass as we walked, savoring the feel of her curves against my body.
When we reached the bed, I sat down and Mia eagerly climbed onto my lap, wrapping her legs around me as we continued to French kiss. I felt her hand slip down to my waistband and undo my belt, pulling down my pants to reveal my aroused member. I didn't even realize it was out until Mia gasped at the sight of it.
"You're so big!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as she gazed intently at my erection.
"Please continue," I begged as the sensation in my stomach grew more intense. Mia nodded and leaned down to take me into her mouth, sending shivers through my body as she swirled her tongue around the head.
"Hmm," she moaned around me, sending waves of pleasure through me. "Ughh," I groaned as I pushed myself deeper into her mouth, unable to resist the ecstasy that was building within me.
We could only hear moans coming from the guest room as Mia continued to pleasure me with her mouth. I felt myself growing closer and closer to the edge, and finally, with a cry of ecstasy, I came. To my surprise, Mia swallowed every last drop of my cum before collapsing onto the bed beside me and falling asleep. What had just happened? Had she really just swallowed all of that? My mind was reeling as I tried to make sense of it all but what more surprisingly is that, did she just fell a sleep after of what we did like it's nothing?
"Hey!" Mia's loud voice suddenly caught my attention. I turned to her, noticing the frown on her face.
"A-ah?" I stammered, frustrated with my sudden inability to speak clearly.
"What are you thinking about that you can be so absorbed in it?" She asked me, her curious gaze making me feel slightly uncomfortable. I averted my eyes, not wanting to reveal the thoughts that had been occupying my mind.
"Oh, it's nothing," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. But deep down, I knew there was more to it than that.
"What's wrong? You've been lost in your own world for quite some time now. I've finished eating and you haven't even touched your food," she observed, concern evident in her voice. I looked at her plate, realizing that it was already empty while mine remained untouched.
Realizing I had unintentionally neglected my meal, I felt a tinge of embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I guess I got distracted," I admitted sheepishly.
"No worries. I'll take care of the dishes," Mia offered, rising from her seat and taking her plate with her. As she made her way towards the sink, I couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude for her kindness.
As she started washing the dishes, an unexpected surge of courage compelled me to ask her something I had been contemplating for a while. "Mia, can I court you?" I blurted out, catching her by surprise.
I could sense her astonishment as she stammered, "W-what did you just say?" Her surprise lingered, undoubtedly processing my words.
With a genuine smile, I responded, trying to convey my sincerity, "Yes, I did say that I like you. And the truth is, I've been wanting to tell you for a while now. So, why not give love another chance? Let's see where it leads us."
Wanting to reassure her further, I gently added, "Moreover, I want you to stay here with me. I want us to build something beautiful together."
Although her response was silent, her face mirrored confusion as she made her way to the sink, slowly starting to wash the dishes. I understood that she needed time to process everything, so I patiently waited for her to find her words.