𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 － pablo gavi

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟑𝟖
—public appearance

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The announcement of her existence hit like a bomb — much stronger than expected.

The number of her subscribers on Instagram abruptly shot up so fast that she finally gave up checking every single request and she now set her profile to public.

Numerous messages, most of which she left unanswered, nearly blew up her cell phone.

The fear of having taken this step, however, faded more and more, like the color of Pablo's Bruise, which took on more and more of a yellowish color.

"So this is really your new favorite thing now," he said, as Cayetana traced her fingertips over the contours of the hematoma.

"It's something different for a change. I could also grope your abs, if you'd prefer," she returned, which elicited a clearly evident grin from him.

"Stop thinking like that. Though I can't blame you, after that incident in the shower. It just confirms that I was good," she accused him, unable to help winking.

"Just take the credit. You're the only one who did all the work, so when you finally forgive me, you'll get to experience something," he replied without batting an eyelash.

At his words, heat shot up her cheeks, triggering the urge to want to pounce on him, but since she had sworn to herself to put this day behind her, she let her hand travel from his ribs across his stomach.

On his V-line she stopped before letting her hand disappear into his trainer pants for just a few seconds.

His surprised look was victory enough, which is why she withdrew her hand as quickly as she had placed it and moved away from him.

"What's that about? Was that a yes?"

Pablo watched as she slid off the bed and began to pick out an outfit for the day without giving him another glance.

She didn't turn around so he couldn't interpret her facial expressions, because there were slightly spicier scenes playing out in her head right now.

In fact, her last time had been with Diego. The hand job in the shower had come out of the moment to take his mind off things, but since then it had been a lot worse to resist him — especially since he had more free time in the last few days.

"Come on future golden boy, get out of bed. We don't want to be late," she finally said once she had gathered the pile of clothes and turned back to him.

"That wasn't an answer, and besides, I'm sure I'll need a few more minutes now," came from the boy, who had sat up but glanced under the covers.

"I would give you a hand, but you've gambled that away, my dear".

Cayetana just grinned victoriously as she noticed his bewildered look, before leaving him in the room to face the matter alone.

A good forty minutes later, the two entered the training grounds. For once, he was not allowed to participate in the training, even though it was taking place at the moment.