Did You Use My Shampoo?

(Sex scene in this chapter - marked with ***)

Pedro's fingers firmly pressed against the material of his shirt as he squeezed me. His eyes closed as he moved his mouth towards mine, closing the space between us. He mumbled a "Hmm" into my mouth, as he cupped my breasts, his lips were in perfect sync with the gentle squeezes he gave me. "Gotta stop." He breathed against my lips.

"Why?" It wasn't a question, it was a protest.

"If we carry on, I won't be able to stop myself for letting it go further. I told you, this, you, it's not just for sex." He grabbed my face in his big hands, forcing me to look at him. He kissed me once again, hard and sweetly, "Let's order food."

We idly sat on his sofa, at opposite ends, but facing each other, chatting away waiting for our food. I noticed that he had a pair of glasses on his face, a pair on the coffee table and some in his bedroom.

"How many pairs of glasses do you own?" I asked, making him look up at me over his specs on his face. Pedro broke out into a fit of giggles, his right hand clutching his stomach, slightly embarrassed.

"I lose them all the time. Then I order new ones, and find my old ones. So a lot." He lifted the glasses on his face and rubbed his eyes. "I wish the food would hurry up, I'm fucking hungry." He shifted so he was leaning towards me, with his arm on the back of the sofa.

"Me too." I hadn't eaten since lunch, if you didn't count the popcorn. I had been on my Instagram, looking through my friends photos from home when Pedro's voice called out to me.

"You alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine, why?"

"You're frowning at your phone?"

"Just looking at pictures from home." I mumbled, absentmindedly showing him a random post. He crawled towards me so he was next to me, his head lay on my shoulder.

"Lemme see." He asked, settling next to me. "I wanna see what your life looks like." I showed him the posts my friends had recently uploaded, and detailed their names and relationships to me. It never failed to impress me or make me swoon, how much he was interested in getting to know me. "You missing home?"

"So much. Some days I'm fine. Others, I'm counting the days till I'm home."

"Are you going to move back home permanently after your 12 months here?" He looked at me, the corners of his mouth were slightly frowning.

"Yeah I guess so. Haven't thought about what happens next. I guess that's what will happen. I'll have no business being here."

"No business being here? Jeez, thanks." He sat up as he crossed his arms. It was the most snappy he had ever been with me.

"What?"

"Well, I don't know. I just thought. You know. Doesn't matter."

"Tell me."

"Well, I just, I guess I think more of you than you do of me." Pedro was hurt. Shit.

"I don't recall saying that? You don't know how I feel."

"I guess not." He wouldn't look at me, but stared straight ahead at the burning fire he'd lit to heat us up.

"Are you OK, Pedro?"

"Yes I'm fine Eleanor." Still nothing.

"Look at me, Pedro." When he finally did, I felt nervous. "I'm not saying I wouldn't stay. It would be for the right circumstances," He went to speak, but I pulled the classic Pedro move and put my finger on his lips to shush him. "The right person. How things are going between us, if they're still like this, or even better. I could stay. But it's still early, you might get bored of me. Or find someone better."

"Look at me," Pedro leant forward so he was hanging over me, his face inches away from mine. "I told you earlier that I've not dated anyone for years. Not done this for so long. Look at you, then look at me. I'll be here as long as you want me." He leant forward and went to kiss my lips, but I turned my head slightly. He leant towards me again, but I turned away again. "What are you doing?" His eyes widened, panicked.

"You won't let me have sex with you. I won't let you kiss me."

"Eleanor, that's not fair."

"It's not, is it Pedro?"

"It's different. Come on, give me a kiss." He went in again and I turned away. I was proud of my self control, though I wanted to resist so badly. "Eleanor."

"Pedro."

"Kiss me."

"Nope."

"Kiss me, please."

"No."

"Please kiss me." He pouted again, his eyes closed as he leant in. I placed my palm of his pink lips and allowed him to make contact with my hand. "God, you're going to kill me." He lay his head on my shoulder in defeat and stayed there for a few moments before the door knocked and the food had arrived. "Thank fuck for that."

I shoved the last nugget I could manage into my mouth and slowly chewed it, trying not to gag as I swallowed.

"I feel so sick. I shouldn't have had that last nugget." I complained, instantly rolling my hand over my stomach. "I look pregnant." I held my food bump in my hands, as if I was with child.

"Do you want children?" Pedro asked, taking at least 4 fries into his mouth. I enjoyed watching him eat, though I'd never tell him that. It was weird.

"I don't think I do, no."

"Why?" He asked, taking a few more.

"I can't imagine being a mom. Part of me is selfish and I just don't want the responsibility. The other part feels like I don't want kids because of what happened with mom. It was, is the worst feeling. The unbearable pain. I wouldn't want to put my children through that."

"I understand that."

"Do you want children, Pedro?" We've known each other two weeks, how were we having this conversation!?

"Nope. Pretty much for the same reasons as you." He wiped his salty fingers on a napkin, then wiped his mouth. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Just wishing I was that napkin."

"You could be, but you won't kiss me." He shrugged as he pilled the rubbish together. "You want a drink?"

"Sure."

"Alcoholic, nonalcoholic?"

"What alcohol have you got?" I stood up to follow him to the kitchen. He disposed of the rubbish and pointed over to a corner where he kept his alcohol. "Glass of wine?" I noticed a bottle of red that seemed appealing.

"Sure. Get the one from the top shelf, it's a good one."

"Save that for a special occasion then. I'm happy to have a cheap one."

"None of them are really cheap." He seemed embarrassed to own such a rich collection of wines.

"Spending all your millions on wine? Didn't think you were the type?" I smirked at him over my shoulder as I bent down to scan the rack.

"I did a commercial for a wine company and they keep sending me free wine. Of all the beverages, I probably spend most of my millions on takeaway coffee."

"I've seen. 6 shots of espresso seems a bit dangerous, though. Maybe you should cut down?" I could feel him behind me and I stood up, bottle in hand.

"Sounds like you're concerned about my wellbeing, Miss Parker?"

"Of course I am." I turned so I was facing him, when his arms snaked around my waist.

"Thanks, I like that you care about me."

"Of course I do. I need you to stay around a little longer so I can cash in those millions of yours."

"Oh so you're only after me for my money?" His nails dug into the lower part of my back, making me squirm in his arms.

"Of course. I'm your sugar baby." My words made Pedro burst out laughing. He threw his hand forward onto my shoulder as he laughed, his nose tickled the exposed part of my neck.

"I'll take it. Does that mean I'm your sugar daddy?"

"You absolutely are. You put the Daddy in sugar daddy for sure."  I ran my fingers up the skin of his arms and stopped when my hands reached his shoulders. "And I wish you'd put the daddy into me." I bit my lip as I let my fingers twist in his hair. He let out a feral sigh.

"When you say things like that, my, I, I just fucking lose it. It's taking everything I have to not fuck you. I really wanna. So fucking hard," I felt my knees buckle at his words, if I wasn't in his arms still, I'd have been in a pool on the floor. "And I will soon."

"It's fine. I understand. Until then, I guess I'll just have to make do with your pictures and my fingers. Like I've been doing." I confessed, smugly letting myself out of his grasp and grabbing the wine. His fingers skimmed my arm as he tried to pull me back to him.

"What did you just say? Eleanor!" Pedro managed to grab me this time and pull me into him, "Did you just say what I thought you said?"

"That I think of you whilst I finger myself? Yes, I did. Big or small glass?" I pulled away again.

"You can't say that. Eleanor, come here." 

"Where do you keep your glasses?" My confidence was through the roof, knowing how crazy I was making him.

"Top cupboard on your left. Eleanor? Do you really?" He followed me around the kitchen like a lost puppy.  I retrieved the glasses and started to pour.

"Yep, more than once. Is that enough?"

"Yeah that's fine thank you. When?"

"Couple times over the last two weeks." I made eye contact with him as a took a sip of the wine and licked my lips to collect the residue. "Felt so good. Probably not as good as the real thing, though."

"You are driving me fucking crazy! You have no idea how I feel right now."

"I can see." My eyes dropped to the bulge in his shorts, that was very clearly visible. "Shame I can't take care of you."

"Fuckkkkk," Pedro hissed at me. "I can't fucking take this. Stop, please."

"Sure." I gave him my sweetest smile and I moved past him to put the wine back on the rack. I could feel him right behind me, hot on my heel. I bent down to put the bottle in the same location I retrieved it from. But before I stood up, I spun around on the spot so I was on my knees facing him. He was looking down at me and breathing heavy. His eyes were dangerously dark, and with the last bit of courage I had, I bit my lip and stood up slowly. I allowed my nose to brush against his crotch as I stood up, feeling him twitch against my face. When we were face to face, I leaned up and kissed him sweetly on his lips. "Wanna watch a film before bed?"

"My fucking GOD! Jesus fucking Christ!" He slammed his hands down as I walked away from him and back to the living area. A minute later, Pedro joined me in the living room. My mind wondered what he'd been doing in the minute alone in the kitchen. It was a delicious thought. "You almost just killed me in there, you know that right? I felt like I was going to explode."

"You know how I feel when I'm not allowed to have you."

"You fucking have me! You have me Eleanor. You have me in a fucking chokehold." He sounded exasperated as he slumped down next to me. "I've never felt like this before."

"I'm sorry. I'll think about your old man heart before I do anything like that again. I'll let you choose the film."

"I'd do anything you'd ask me to do, Eleanor."

"Except have sex with me?"

"We will, just not tonight. But I'm serious. I hope you know that." This man was just minutes ago, begging me and now he was looking at me with the warmest, softest eyes. How did he do that?

"Ditto, Pedro. Choose a film."

Pedro chose something I'd never heard of, but insisted I needed to watch it, as it was 'one of the best pieces of art of the 21st century'. He had turned off the lamps, so the only light that illuminated the room came from the fire and the TV. He'd grabbed a throw from his bedroom and threw it at me as he re-entered, making himself laugh when it hit me directly on the head.

"Can we cuddle?" I asked as he sat next to me. His eyes glowed when I asked, and he gave me the sweetest smile.

"Of course, baby. Come 'ere!" He opened his arms for me and I crawled towards him so I lay with my head in the crook of his armpit. I threw the blanket over us both and allowed Pedro to start telling me why this film was so great as the titles started.

I gingerly opened my eyes, and realised we were still in the living room. I was still on the sofa, the TV still lighting up the room. But my head was on Pedro's knees. I could feel his fingers lightly brushing the hair away from my face in small, soft strokes. The blanket was pulled up to my chin. He didn't realise I was awake. The tender strokes and how he'd tucked me in, completely melted me. He was so caring. I moved my head to look up at him.

"Hey, you're awake." His voice was quiet as he looked down at me. He started to stroke the other side of my face where I'd been lying and my hair had got stuck to my face. "Good sleep?"

"Have I been asleep long?"

"Well you fell asleep at the beginning of the film and missed it all. This is a different movie."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, angel. Can you just lift your head a second? I really need the toilet." I lifted his head and allowed him past. When he returned, he lifted my head gently and positioned us both to how we were before.

"How long have you held that in?"

"Half way since the first movie."

"You should have woke me."

"Nope. You looked so peaceful."

"I'm an ugly sleeper."

"I promise you, you are not."

"I sleep with my mouth open cos I can't breathe through my nose."

"I mean, you do. But you look cute. I have pictures to prove it."

"You do not!!" I shot up.

"I couldn't resist. Instagram loved them too."

"You did not put them on instagram!!?"

"I didn't. Just for my eyes only. Would you care if I posted you to my story." I asked as he ran his hand over his patchy, fluffy beard.

"Urm I guess not."

"People would know you, though. They'd be people who would try and find you."

"My Instagram is private. There's pictures of us on the internet anyway."

"Are there?" Pedro shifted his weight and used his right arm to pull me back into his side. "I've not seen them."

"Someone made a TikTok. Let me show you. Olivia sent it me. People took photos on our first date in the street together and there was a search party to try and work out who I was."

"Shit! How do you feel about that? I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I guess that's the price of knowing you."

"Does it bother you?"

"Not really. You were theirs before you were mine-"

"I'm yours, am I?" His devilishly raised his eyebrow as he smirked at me.

"You know what I mean! I meant like my date." I started to fumble over my words. Shit.

"It's OK, I'm yours. You've said it now." He laughed as he kissed the top of my head, "Let's see the TikTok." I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and went in search of the link Olivia sent me. He looked through the pictures of us together and commented, "Man we look good together, don't we?"

"We do. Though I think you could do better than me."

"Bullshit. Look at you. You're a real life angel."

"Why do you always say that?" My cheeks blushed.

"Because you are. Plus, I'm yours so can't really have anyone else." He grinned. A megawatt grin. We were scrolling through my TikTok videos, laughing at a mixture of funny fails, funny animal videos and other random videos, when Pedro's phone buzzed and got both of our attention. He leaned forward to grab his phone and hissed, "Shit!"

"What's wrong?" My heart started to beat a little faster.

"I forgot I have a photoshoot tomorrow."

"I honestly thought something bad had happened, you scared me." I clutched my chest and tried to steady my heartbeat. Pedro started to chuckle and lean into me.

"Sorry Elle. I just forgot about it. I usually put them in my calendar on my phone but it's not notified me. I wanted to do something with you."

"Well we still could? What time is it?"

"It's noon, so I will probably finish early evening?"

"That's fine, I'm getting my nails done at 12. I mean, do you just want to come to mine? Stay over? You're going to be tired." I ran my finger across a curl that lay on his forehead and brushed it back off his face. He leant into my touch and smiled.

"That sounds nice."

"I'll cook for you. Just let me know what you fancy."

"You'll cook, for me?" He opened his eyes and looked at me lovingly.

"Yeah, of course. I love cooking."

"I can't cook."

"Good job you have me then isn't it?" I continued to play with his hair, watching his eyes close under my touch. He gingerly smiled at my words.

"It is good that I have you." He kept his eyes closed as he squeezed my knee. "How you've got me feeling this comfortable, this way, so quickly I'll never know."

"Soppy. But cute. Ditto." His hair was so soft, and bounced back at every stroke. "Are you tired?"

"I am now."

"Wanna go to bed?"

"Is that alright?" He asked, his voice was soft and hoarse. This man oozed vulnerability and sex appeal at the same time.

"Of course."

"The spare room is next door to mine, so if you're more comfortable to sleep by yourself, you'll still be close by. If you need me for anything." My fucking heart.

"I'll sleep with you; if you'll have me."

"I'm not sure I'll make it through the night, but I'd love you to. Come." He turned off the TV and left the wine glasses on the coffee table. We went to his bedroom, where the 'comfiest bed in the world' lay waiting for us. I felt nervous. "I've got a spare toothbrush if you need it?"

"Spare toothbrushes? For all the girls you have over?"

"Yeah. Most of them forget to bring their own, so it's easier to just keep some here." His comment made me instantly jealous and I regretted asking. "I'm joking, Eleanor. No one stays round. I told you, this is new to me."

"Hmmmm. Why the spare toothbrushes then?" I couldn't hide my jealousy.

"Because it's cheaper for me to buy a multipack then individual toothbrushes. Eleanor, you don't need to be jealous. There's no one else." He grabbed me by the shoulders and held me in front of him, "Kinda like you being jealous though. It's hot."

"Let me brush my teeth, Pedro." I couldn't shake off the jealousy. It wasn't like me to behave like this. I went into the bathroom and heard him say, "They're in the cupboard on the wall." Pedro came in half way through and joined me to brush his teeth. We watched each other through the mirror, no words exchanged.

"Which side do you want to lie on?" He asked when we entered his bedroom.

"Which side do you normally lie?"

"This side. But that side is closer to the door, so I'll go that side." He pulled back the duvet for me to get into bed.

"What? To protect me in case someone breaks in?"

"Exactly." I lifted my legs into the bed and shimmed down. An audible hmmm left my mouth involuntarily as I feel into the mattress. "Don't be making those noises in my bed. This will be hard enough for me already."

"You weren't lying about how comfortable this bed is." I pulled the duvet up to my chin. The sheets smelt of Pedro.

"Right? I still don't sleep well though. Are you OK for me to take my sweats off?" The fact he even asked melted my heart.

"Of course. Take the whole outfit off for me." My eyes ran over his body.

"Eleanor," he breathed and gave me a stern look before he took off his joggers, leaving stood there in a T-shirt and his boxers. Fuck. "Stop staring."

"Sorry." I begrudgingly peeled my eyes away from his lower half and made eye contact with him.

"Don't be. Stop biting your lip."

"I didn't realise I was." He slid in next to me and lay on his back. There was a moment between us where we lay side by side, not knowing each others boundaries and what to do next. "Can I cuddle into you?" I asked sheepishly.

"Of course. Come here." He moved his arm out so I could get in closer to him. I lay my head in the crook of his arm, and placed my hand on his stomach.

"You smell so good."

"So do you. Did you use my shampoo?"

"Yes. Sorry." Being in this intimate setting made me feel nervous around him.

"Don't apologise. Use whatever you want. I want you to feel comfortable here, and around me." He kissed the top of my head and rubbed my shoulder.

"Pedro?"

"Yes Eleanor."

"Can you answer me something? Make me a promise?"

"Hit me with it."

"If you get bored of me, can you just tell me?"

"What? Why are you saying that?"

"Because the last time I gave myself to a guy, he built me up, built up this relationship and then out the blue didn't want me. It fucking hurt. Then it was always on again, off again. I can't do that again. I feel different with y- ugh, so if you get bored, or don't want to do this anymore, just tell me. Please."

"I'm not going to get bored-"

"You don't know that. You can't make that promise. We don't know what will happen. But you can promise me that if you do get bored, you'll tell me." He looked at me pained, his eyes searching my face.

"Where has this come from?"

"Pedro, can you promise me that? Please. I need to know."

"Yes, fine. I promise." He pulled me into him, and held my head to his chest. "Why are you saying that?"

"I'll tell you one day, but not today." I pulled my head from his grasp and stared at him. We both lay looking at each other, silent. Content. I shifted my weight and brought my lips closer to his, looking him in the eyes, silently asking for permission to kiss him. My wish was granted when he leant forward and kissed me. Hard.

"You." He mumbled, before grabbing my head and pulling me into him. He deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue into my mouth.

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"Please. Pedro." I begged, knowing he'd know what I wanted.

"Eleanor, no. I've said..."

"I know what you said, Pedro. I get why you want to do it. But I know. I know you don't want to use me just for sex. You told me that you've not been on dates and women don't stay over. I believe you. So please."

"OK baby. Fuckkkkk." A flash of excitement washed over his beautiful face. "Only if you want to."

"I really want it, daddy." I wasn't sure if it was the way I rolled my words or me calling him daddy, but he growled and pulled me to him, crashing his lips onto mine.

"Make me beg." He whispered against my lips. I nodded in response, no words could come to mind. I was lost in a daze. I let my hand trail down from his cheek, across his neck and down to his chest.

"Take this off. Let me see you." I ordered, and gave him a helping hand by pulling at the hem. He nodded at me, his face splitting in two with the biggest grin. He yanked the material off in one swoop, leaving him exposed in front of me. "Fuck. You're so hot."

"You really think so?" He looked down at his stomach, then up at me to see if I was telling the truth.

"Yes I do. So hot. The hottest. All mine." I lightly tan my nails over the exposed skin of his chest, in between his nipples. He hissed and threw his head back into the pillow.

"Fuck yes. Yours. All yours." I ran kisses over the red marks my nails had just left, getting closer to the waist band of his boxers. Pedro kept hissing 'fuck' under his breath with every peck I left. My lips found his again, but my hand trailed across his skin and cupped him. I could feel him hard in my hand. I pressed my thumb into his tip through the material, making him arch his back and moan. The noise alone made me crumble, but his eyes gave me confidence to continue.

"How does it make you feel knowing this," I ran a single digit over the length of his dick, "is going to be deep in me, soon?"

"Fuck, Eleanor. So good. Baby."

"How much do you want it?"

"So badly. Ever since I saw you. I wanted to be deep in you. Hearing you scream my name. I need it." He kissed me hard again, grabbing my chin as he attacked me with kisses. "I can't wait, I need it now." He tried to roll me over so he was on top, but I resisted.

"No. This, tonight. It's all for you. I wanna fuck you. I wanna make you cum." I pushed back and straddled him. "Take them off." I flicked the waist band and angled my hips to allow him to remove them. His dick bounced against his stomach as he lay back down, causing me to get wet instantly. He was way bigger than I imagined, and I nervously swallowed hoping I could take it all. "You're so... big. Fuck." My admiration for his length made him grin with pride. He helped me angle my hips so he was at my entrance.

"Fuck you're so wet already."

"Cos you're so fucking hot." I rolled my hips to coat his length with my wetness, letting him moan into my mouth as I did so.

"You're so fucking sexy, my god."

"Shhhh, baby. No more words. I just want to hear you moan my name." Pedro licked his lips at my words and nodded. I aligned myself and allowed his tip to enter at a cruelly slow pace. "Fuck." I winced as I tried to lower myself.

"You OK baby? Take your time. Is that OK?" He buckled his hips slower, allowing me to adjust around him as I went lower.

"Mmm, fuck. I feel so full." I moaned at my lips met his pubes. "Oh fuck."

"Are you OK? Feel alright?" He sweetly asked, grabbing my head in his hands so he could check on me.

"Mmmm, I feel so full. So fucking good." I rolled my hips up and slowly brought myself back to his tip. We kept eye contact as I slowly started to ride him, allowing my wetness coat all of him. Once we find a steady rhythm, and I feel comfortable, I bit down on my lip. "I want you to take my top off." I ordered, pulling his hands from my waist. Within seconds, my top, well his shirt was on the floor with the rest of our clothes.

"Jesus fucking Christ. Look at you. Fuck, Eleanor." He looked at my breasts, his hands stayed in the air. I could tell he wanted to reach out and grab me, but wouldn't unless I gave permission.

"Grab them. Hold onto them whilst I fuck you. Got it?" He nodded as he grabbed my breasts with his big hands. He ran his thumbs over my nipples, which hardened at his touch.

"Let me just-" He'd stopped thrusting as he sat up and readjusted us so he was sat upright. My breasts were eye level with his face. "Exactly where I want you." He looked up at me as he let his tongue fall out his mouth and run over my nipple. His fingers pinched at the other one, making sure they both got his attention.

"Fuck, babe. Mmmm bite me." I whimpered, letting my nails dig into his scalp when he bit down on my nipple. I pulled his head closer, allowing my boob to squash into his face. The gesture earning me the loudest moan from Pedro so far. He pulled away and looked up at me.

"Let me, just let me look at you real quick. Please." He stopped his hips again, and leant back against the pillow. I felt vulnerable, sitting naked on top of him. "You are so fucking beautiful. My fucking god. Just seeing you like this, I could fucking cum right now. Can I cum in you? Do you need a condom?"

"I'm on the pill."

"Already? Why?" I could see his face twist. It wasn't a conversation I wanted to have right now.

"Let me fuck you, now." I pulled his face into my boobs and squished them against his cheeks. I rolled my hips again and again, picking up the pace with each roll. "Fuck, you feel so good." Our breaths got heavy, the noise of us slapping together spurred me on. I squeezed myself around him, feeling him buckle when I did so.

"Fuckkkkk! What the fuck was that? Do it again!" I followed his orders and squeezed again, "fuck, that's so hot. That's it baby. Again." I continued to roll my hips and squeeze, feeling him getting harder as I pounded. He had his hands on my waist, keeping our rhythm consistent. "I'm gonna cum, baby."

"Look at me." I ordered, tipping his chin up to my face. "Look me in the eyes and cum for me, Daddy." I rested my forehead on his and felt his hot cum squirt into me, allowing him to cry out and bury his face in my chest.

"You won't believe me, but that was the best sex I've ever had. That thing you did, my god. I don't even want to know how you learned that."

"Don't ask questions." I pecked his lips, "Earned me extra points?"

"All of them. You win. You got me. At this point, there's nothing I wouldn't do. You're driving me fucking crazy." He wiped away the hair that had got stuck to my face in our sweaty daze. "Gorgeous girl."

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Without any words exchanged, we collectively got out of bed and tided ourselves up. I slipped his T-shirt back over my head, and he put his boxers back on. We got back into bed and Pedro pulled me into him, so he was the big spoon.

"I can't look at your face right now."

"The words every girl dreams of hearing after sex." The sarcasm rolled off my tongue. Pedro's deep laugh rattled against my back.

"You are so funny." He leant up on his elbow to look down at me. "I didn't mean it like that. I can't look at your face right now because I keep thinking of you. Seeing you on top of me. Your face when you fucked me. Such a vision. I wouldn't be able to control myself again."

"I wouldn't be opposed to go again with you."

"Not tonight. I'm an old man, and you did almost just kill me. Let's sleep. Goodnight, dream girl."

"Goodnight, perfect man." He kissed the side of my head and settled down behind me.

When I woke up, light was leaking through the gap in the blinds. I had slept through the night, something that rarely happened. That's what late night sex will do to you!! Pedro was lying on his stomach, his left arm was extended across my chest, with his hand resting on the mattress at my side. He was facing me, soft snores left his parted lips. I gingerly leant over and grabbed my phone. 08:29am. I was half tempted to try and get a few more minutes of sleep, but decided it was best I'd stay awake. I was looking through apps on my phone, trying not to click on anything that would wake Pedro. A post of Pedro had come up on my explore page on Instagram, no doubt because I'd recently followed him. The caption read:

I'm freaking out - Pedro has a girlfriend?! 💔 They've been seen numerous times on nights out. And there's a picture of them kissing - I'm screaming! As long as he's happy... but I'm low-key jealous 🥲

I swiped through the picture set, and low and behold, pictures from us on our first and second date. All shots that were taken from afar. The last one was of us in the rain yesterday. Pedro leaning down to kiss me with his hands on my face. My intrusive thoughts made me click on the comments, though I was nervous to read what people would say.

Not gonna lie, she's gorgeous. Lucky Pedro!

Stop how romantic is that kiss in the rain?? I'm dyingggggggg

Please they look so cute together I'm dead

That should be meeeeeeeeee!!

As long as Daddy Pascal is happy 🫶🏼

They were all relevantly sweet, so I stopped myself from reading anymore before I found something that would upset me. I sent the post to Olivia, knowing she would scream in the morning when she woke up. I continued to scroll through Instagram, making sure I didn't click on any other Pedro related content to protect myself. It made me feel a bit weird. Suddenly, the man himself stirred next to me.

"Good morning handsome." I placed my phone down and put my hand on his arm, feeling that he was slightly cold. I pulled the duvet up over his skin.

"Good morning, angel. Sleep OK?" He looked at me through one eye.

"I did thank you. Right through. Did you?"

"I don't think I've ever slept so well. I really don't sleep great. You might have to stay every night." He closed his eyes again and pulled me closer to him. I shuffled down the bed so we were face to face. "What time is it?"

"About 9:25. What time do you need to get up?"

"Not yet." He opened his eyes and smiled at me. With the most angelic smile. Fuck.

"Your hair looks so good." His curls stuck up in all directions, and I swooned. "I love your hair."

"Using your charm on me already?"

"Just giving you a compliment."

"Thanks baby. Gimme a kiss." I wasted no time obeying his order and sweetly pecked his lips.

"Do you want me to make you breakfast?"

"You'd make me breakfast?" He stared at me with his huge chocolate eyes. Those eyes.

"Of course."

"In the last 24 hours, you take me to the movies, you bring me home and seduce me, you fuck me real good, you make me sleep like a baby and now you wanna make me breakfast?" He pulled me even closer so we were pressed against each other, "I'll put a ring on you right now. Lock you down."

"Again, sounds possessive."

"True. But you're not going anywhere. Mine."

"Am I?"

"Yes, mine." He smiled for a moment but a slight frown came across his face, "I have to ask, and you can tell me to mind my own business. But how come you're on the pill?"

"I was on it back home and only just got my body adjusted to it so I continued it take it over here, I was having sex regularly so was the best decision for me."

"Yeah yeah skip past that.."

"Why? Don't like the thought of me with someone else?" I smirked. It was nice to know he got jealous like I did yesterday.

"Nope. Move on."

"I had sex often. With this other guy. Couple times a week. He would-" Before I could finish my sentence, Pedro moved so he was on top of me.

"Don't talk about sex with this guy. I don't want to know. It's getting me angry."

"I'm on the pill cos it took a long time for me to find one that didn't fuck my body up. And I didn't want to risk going through it again if I came off it. So I've continued to take it."

"Did you do the hip roll, squeeze thing with him like you did to me last night?" Whilst I'd enjoyed winding him up and making him jealous, I didn't want to hurt his feelings. I chose not to answer. "Did you?" I sheepishly nodded. "Hurt my own feelings."

"Says the man with condoms in his drawer. Why would you need them if you don't date anyone?"

"Just cos I don't date, doesn't mean I don't have sex." The words instantly crushed my chest. Fuck. "I haven't for a few months."

"Right."

"Not sure why we woke up and chose to hurt each others feelings." Pedro looked apologetic as he held my cheek in his palm. "At least we know we can live happily, knowing we won't fuck anyone else but each other for the rest of our lives."

"What makes you so sure?"

"After last night, I told you, I'm locking you down. You're not going anywhere. No more kisses, no more dates, no more sex with anyone but me, Eleanor." He sweetly kissed my lips. "Now come, wench. Make my breakfast. I'll help you."

Between us, we made scrambled eggs and bacon on toast. Wasn't a difficult breakfast to make, but it was made harder when Pedro was being particularly handsy. He stole touches and kisses every time he was near me. We were sat at the breakfast bar, sipping coffee and idly chatting.

"What made you buy this place?" I asked, letting the hot coffee wake me up.

"I haven't brought it. I rent it. Which is half the reason it's so basic." He said in between forking egg into his mouth. "I lived in New York, last year. Kept getting work here so it was easier to make the move. I still have an apartment in New York too. So I can be between places. I live here now though."

"I've never been to New York, I'd love to go. It's like top of my bucket list. Seeing Times Square all lit up."

"Maybe we could take a trip there," He looked at me through his eyelashes, "I mean eventually. Though I'd take you whenever you wanted. Whenever you're comfortable and ready."

"Where's somewhere you'd like to go?"

"Italy. It looks gorgeous. So picturesque. I like a view. And they have many. You ever been?"

"Couple times. When you live in the UK, most of your holidays are to Europe. You get so used to rain, and being so close to Europe where there's so many beautiful hot places, it's just easy to book and go."

"How many places in Europe have you visited?"

"Italy 3 times, Croatia, Spain 3 times, Greece twice, Portugal, Poland, Amsterdam twice."

"You've seen quite a lot then?"

"Not really. There's still so much to see."

"Favourite place you've travelled?"

"Either Italy or Amsterdam. You?"

"I did some filming in Croatia and though that was beautiful." Pedro wiped his mouth with the back of his hand when his door knocked. He looked at me confused, then at the clock on the wall. "Who's that? Can't be Coco, it's too early." He looked puzzled as he went to open the door. "Lux? Everything alright?" His voice was laced with concern.

"Yeah fine. I just need to ask a favour." A females voice entered the apartment and my heart dropped. Who the fuck is this?

"Sure. But I've got a guest." He looked sheepish as they entered the living room. A tall stunning brunette followed behind him, but as soon as I saw her, I knew I had nothing to worry about. She looked just like him. "This is Eleanor. Eleanor, meet my sister Lux." I suddenly became hyper aware that I was sat in her brothers clothes, my bed hair was tangled and messy.

"I'm so sorry, I should have called. My brother never has anyone over so I thought I could just rock up. But it's lovely to meet you Eleanor." I stood up and Lux came straight over to me and engulfed me in a hug. She looked back at Pedro and smiled, to which he nodded. They shared an unspoken sentence, a silent sibling language that only siblings knew. Me and Oli had the same. We could read each others thoughts. Lux walked over to the fridge and went on the hunt for something, Pedro didn't bat an eyelid. They were clearly immensely comfortable with each others company. I gingerly walked over to Pedro and leant into him to whisper.

"Could I borrow one of your hoodies? I feel a bit... exposed." Pedro smirked at my words and nodded.

"You know where my closest it. Help yourself." He kissed my forehead. In front of his sister. I almost ran out of the room and straight into his wardrobe. My heart was beating hard in my chest. Never did I think I'd meet his sister, and never in this circumstances. I grabbed the first jumper I put my hands on, and slid it over my head. It was baggy enough to not show anything. I tried to be as quick as I could, I didn't want Pedro to think I was going through his things. As I walked the halls back to where they were, I could hear them talking.

"Well, she's stunning P. Is she wearing your clothes?"

"Yeah we got caught in the rain yesterday."

"Did she stay the night then?"

"Yeah."

"Not giving me much here."

"There's not much to say."

"You never have girls round. And they never stay the night. You must feel different about her."

"I do. I feel good."

"It's good to see you like this." I was torn between hanging back and letting their conversation continue, or trying to act like I'd not heard anything and walk in. I chose the latter. Lux gave me a warm smile, looking identical to her brother. I returned the smile.

"Where do you get your nails done, Eleanor?" Pedro asked as I sat down on the chair I previously occupied.

"There's a small shop down near Santa Monica."

"Do they do walk-in appointments?" Lux asked me.

"I think so. I've got an appointment at 12 today, I could ask them to squeeze you in if you'd like?" Pedro looked at me with soft eyes.

"You could? If that's no trouble?" She looked between me and Pedro, who were smiling like idiots at each other.

"Yeah of course. Let me go call them." I left the room again to get my phone from his bedroom. I called my nail lady, Lucia, who had grown to be a friend of mine. She told me she could get Lux in after me. I walked with a sense of pride, knowing I could earn points from Lux and Pedro that I was able to help. "They can get you in after me. Or if you need to be somewhere, you could have my appointment, and I'll have the later one?"

"No, don't worry. I just need them to be done by tonight. Honestly, thank you so much."

"I should probably leave soon. I'll need to shower and get ready. I mean, you don't have to, but you're more than welcome to come back to mine and come with me to the salon? Or I can get Pedro to text you the address?" It was almost 10:40am. Pedro looked at Lux, waiting for her reaction.

"Well, if it's no bother, I'd prefer to come with you. I get nervous in places I've not been before. I mean, I know I don't know you, but I guess that since this is happening, we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other. Is that OK?"

"Of course, that's absolutely fine."

"Do you want me to drop you ladies back?" Pedro offered, getting up from his chair.

"If that's OK? We could get a taxi?"

"No, let him drop us Eleanor. I'm not paying for a cab." Lux grinned at her brother and then smiled sweetly at me. They really did look alike.

"I'm basically Lux's personal chauffeur. You're going to have to go home in that, though, Eleanor. I forgot to dry your clothes." He smiled at me, clearly replaying last nights events in his head.

"That's OK. I'll get them washed and bring them back."

"No rush. Come." He placed his hand on the small of my back as we went back to his room to gather my things. I walked across the room to grab my phone when I felt Pedro's hands on my waist. Within a second, he had spun me around and kissed me hard. And with more love than he had ever done. It knocked all the wind out of me.

"What was that for?" I breathed when he finally let me go.

"You. Being a fucking angel. As usual. The way you were with my sister just now. Fucking hell." He ran his fingers over his forehead, clearly bewildered.

"I'm just glad I could help. I'm going to enjoy getting my nails done with her, bonding with her and getting to know all your deepest secrets."

"She has plenty to tell. I'm sure she'll scare you away."