Mr Garcia (Mr Series)
Mr Garcia: Chapter 7

I wake to the buzz of an alarm.

I glance over to Sebastian’s phone on his side table. He frowns and switches it off before he reaches for me, pulls me close and kisses my shoulder.

“Morning.” I smile, my cheek up against his.

“Good morning.” His voice is deep and husky, his eyes remaining closed. “Let’s stay in bed today.”

“I wish. I have a lecture.”

He looks up at me. “What are you studying?”

“Law.”

He raises an eyebrow, as if surprised.

“What?” I smile.

“I never pegged you as a lawyer.” He sits up in bed. The blankets pool around his waist, and my eyes drop to his dark, broad chest. “What year?”

“End of my second.”

“One of my best friends is a lawyer. He’s the Supreme Court Judge, now.”

“Really?” I smirk. That’s a new piece of information for me to store away.

He lies back against the headboard and puts his hands behind his head, linking his fingers. I sense that he has something on his mind.

“What?” I ask.

“Why haven’t you got a boyfriend?”

I shrug. “Nobody interests me.”

“Really?”

I laugh. “Why is that so shocking to you?”

He rolls over me and pins my hands above my head. “Are you saying that I’m uninteresting?” He bites my nipple.

“Well… you’re not exactly boyfriend material.” I giggle. “Are you?” I struggle to escape his grip.

He bites me again, and the mood changes. “Although…” I smile.

“Although what?” He bites me again.

“Your sexual stamina is definitely resume-worthy.”

He smiles as he spreads my legs with his knee.

“Stop it.” I laugh as I try to buck him off. “There is no sex happening this morning.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re an animal that’s trying to fuck me to death, and I’m sore.”

He drops his chin to rest on my chest. I brush his hair back from his forehead.

“Because you’re so wholesome and pure, right?” He smirks up at me.

I huff. “I am wholesome and pure, thank you very much. You’re just a bad influence on me.”

“Little Miss Let-Me-Drink-You-Down.” He moves back and gets out of bed.

My eyes drop to his semi-hard penis as it hangs between his legs. “What do you expect with that thing hanging around?”

He holds his hands out to his sides. “Last chance.”

“It’s a pass.” I raise both brows, making my point.

“Your loss.” He shrugs casually and saunters to the shower, leaving me to lie in bed.

I like this mood he’s in.

I hear the shower turn on, and I put on my robe and walk into the bathroom to replace him under the water washing himself with soap.

I sit on the chair in the corner. “How come you don’t have a girlfriend?”

The water runs over his head. “They ask too many personal questions.”

I smile, smartass. “So, you can ask me personal questions but I can’t ask you any?”

He pours shampoo into his hand and begins to wash his hair. “That’s right.”

“We should go out for dinner tonight,” I say.

He frowns. “Umm.”

“What?” I frown.

“I’m not supposed to date you.”

“Why not?”

“Because you work at the club. It’s in the membership rules.”

“Oh, Heaven forbid you should risk your membership.”

“You could always leave,” he winks.

I stand up and put my hands on my hips as I act outraged. “Sebastian Garcia, are you trying to bribe me to leave my job with a paltry dinner date?”

He washes the shampoo off. “Maybe.” He smiles with his eyes closed. “Maybe I’m trying to bribe you to date me.”

I twist my lips to hide my delight. “I’ll think about it.” As if I don’t care either way.

“Well, you have ten minutes to decide. I’m in meetings all day today, and if you want me to book a restaurant for tonight, I need to know now.” He steps out of the shower and tears my robe off to pull me under the water. “Anything I can do to swing your decision?” His lips go to my neck with a sharp bite, and I laugh out loud.

“No, sex maniac. You’ve done enough.”

Half an hour later, Sebastian is dressed in his suit, and I’m getting ready for college.

“Do you need a lift?” he asks.

“No, I have my car here.”

He has this mischievous smirk on his face.

I smile up at him as I straighten his tie and dust his lapels.

“I probably need your number,” he says.

“Probably,” I shrug. “Seeing as you spent half of the night inside my body.”

He chuckles and grabs me into a bear hug. “And what a beautiful body that is.”

When he pulls away, he digs his phone out of his pocket and types something into it.

“What are you typing?”

“Your name.” He tilts his phone so I can’t read it.

“What did you save me as?”

“Never you mind. Give me the number.”

I lean over his shoulder and read the name

Honey Babe

“Don’t call me, though. I’m very busy and important,” I say casually.

He grabs my behind. “I’ll call you whenever I fucking like.”

I giggle and take out my phone. I type in a name for him

April’s Fool

He reads it over my shoulder. “You got that fucking right.”

He reads out his number and I store it swiftly.

“So, dinner tonight?” he asks.

“Uh-huh.” I rise up to kiss him, and he wraps his arms around me. “I like you.” I smile up at him.

His eyes twinkle with a certain something I haven’t seen before. “I like you.” His hands drop to my behind, and he gives it a hard squeeze. “I especially like fucking you.”

“I noticed.” I kiss him. “You have a good day, baby.”

“How could I not when it started out like this?”

My stomach flutters. We didn’t even have sex this morning.

This could really be something.

“Anyway, stop distracting me,” he mutters dryly. Regaining his composure, he steps back from me, which makes me smirk. “I don’t have time to be swanning around with you all morning.”

I cross my arms as I watch him.

“I’ve got a million appointments to go to,” he says.

That’s like waving a red flag to a bull. Stupid move.

Game on.

I take my robe off and throw it onto the kitchen counter and put my hands on my hips. “That’s a shame. I’m suddenly feeling all tingly, wet, and… in the mood.”

He narrows his eyes. “Don’t even.”

“I guess I can always…,”I push my finger into my mouth and suck seductively, “sort myself out.”

His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip.

“Actually, I think my vibrator is in my overnight bag.” I rub my hands down over my breasts and pull at my nipples until they harden. “Maybe I’ll ride that. Do you want me to send you a video of it?”

His eyes darken as he unzips his trousers and falls back onto the couch. “The only thing you have permission to ride is my cock.” He drags me over him and spreads my legs. “Get the fuck on it.”

I laugh out loud. “But you’ve got to go. You have a million meetings, Mr. Garcia. I couldn’t possibly hold you up.”

He impales me in one sharp movement, and I’m instantly silenced.

“April’s fool,” I mouth.

He grabs my hair and drags my face to his. “Shut up or I’m going to fuck that slutty little mouth.”

I lick his open lips, and his grip on my hair tightens. “Fill me up, big boy,” I whisper against his lips. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Sebastian takes my hand as we get out of the cab. I can hardly wipe the huge smile from my face.

I’m on a date. A real life bonafide date.

With a god.

He hasn’t asked me if I’ve resigned from the club, but I will. Without question, I will.

We walk into the restaurant.

“Hello, booking under the name of Garcia,” he says, I stand and hold his hand like the groupie I am.

I glance around, expecting everyone around us to be looking at him… and me for being with him.

Look how gorgeous he is, people.

I really am smitten. I spent my whole day smiling goofily and staring into space.

The waiter leads us through the restaurant to a table for two in the back.

It’s lit by candlelight, all moody and romantic. We take a seat, and the waiter pours us a water each.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

I open the menu. “What’s good?”

“The cocktails are amazing.”

“Okay.” I close my menu. “I’ll have a margarita.”

Sebastian glances up with a smile and closes his menu. “Make that two.”

The waiter leaves us alone to stare at each other.

“Garcia…” I frown. “Is that Italian?” He’s darker skinned, so I know his origin is from somewhere European.

“Spanish.”

“You’re Spanish?”

He chuckles. “My parents are, yes.”

“Which part?”

“Valencia.”

I grin. “You speak Spanish?”

He takes my hand over the table and kisses my fingertips.

“Si, hablo Epañol, y pienso que eres la mujer mas hermosa que e visto.”

“What did you just say?”

“That I do, and that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

My heart swells, and I rearrange my napkin on my lap. “Just when I think you can’t get any hotter.”

He chuckles, his hand rests on his temple. “What brought you to London from America?”

I shrug. I don’t want to talk about my divorce. It’s a stain that I don’t want to share. My marriage breakdown makes me feel like a failure.

“I had a bad breakup and wanted a fresh start.”

“Who in their right mind would let you go?”

He didn’t let me, he just slept with everyone else until I had no choice but to go.

I shrug, “Some things are just not meant to be.”

From my little search on Google, I know that Sebastian was once married too, but I don’t want to ask him about it until he offers the information.

“I was studying International Law and was offered this scholarship. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up.”

“Here you are, two margaritas.” The waiter puts down our drinks.

“Thank you.” I instantly pick mine up and take a sip. “Oh, yum. Good choice.”

Sebastian sips his drink and nods in approval. “And that’s why you are in the dorms?”

I nod. “Uh-huh, and it’s so bad. The students are partying every night and day. There are drugs and orgies. I feel at least a hundred years old.”

He chuckles. “I must admit, my college days were pretty wild.”

“And rent is so expensive in London. That’s why I took the job in the club.”

He sits back, and I can tell that he doesn’t even like talking about it.

“I was only ever doing four shifts,” I add. “I worked out a year’s rent, and Porsha promised me that I didn’t have to have sex with anyone.”

His eyes hold mine. “But you did.”

“You were different.”

“How?”

“I watched you from afar. Before we even met, I saw you give a man who was begging on the streets money, and I knew you were kind.”

He frowns.

“And I told the girls at work about this gorgeous man that I’d seen on the street. And then the universe delivered you to my door.” I take his hand over the table and kiss his fingertips. “Some things are meant to be.”

He pulls his hand away from my grip, breaking the moment. “So, what you’re saying is that you’re a stalker?”

I smile. “Maybe.”

“And you tried to kill me with poisonous coffee.”

I chuckle. “Definitely.”

“And then you fucked my brains out in the club.”

I laugh out loud. “Yes, that, too.”

“And now you’ve made me your April Fool.”

I hold my drink up to his. “Golden trifecta.”

“That was four things.” He chuckles and sips his drink as his eyes hold mine, he falls silent and after a minute, he says, “You’re never going back to that club.”

“I wouldn’t want to. I want to see where this goes.”

His eyes linger on my face, and a frown creases his brow. I know that I just got a bit too heavy, and I need to change the subject.

“So, you’re an architect,” I say.

“I like what you did there.”

“You like that casual change of subject, huh?”

“Very well done.” He nods. “Yes, I’m an architect.”

“What do you design?”

“Skyscrapers.”

“Skyscrapers? Holy wow, that’s incredible. You must be super smart.”

“That’s debatable.”

“But there aren’t many skyscrapers in London.”

“My market is mainly in the US and Dubai.”

“Ah, so you travel a lot.”

“Usually for four or five months of the year.”

I imagine sharing a jetsetter’s life with him… sharing anything with him.

Stop it.

I’m getting ahead of myself here. I need to slow the fuck down.

We lie in the darkness, Sebastian is spooning me tightly from behind, his body still deep inside mine. We fell asleep like this last night, too.

Three wonderful nights I’ve spent in Sebastian Garcia’s arms.

We’re still at the hotel, and I don’t want this to end. Everything is perfect as it is.

His big lips kiss my face, our shared body fluids smeared between us.

He’s everything I never knew I needed.

I’m falling.

Hard.

“Seb,” I whisper.

“Yeah, baby.” He holds me tightly, and his lips drop to my shoulder as he covers me in tender kisses.

“What’s happening here?”

“I don’t know.” I feel his lips curl into a smile as he kisses me once more. “But I really like it.”

“Me, too.” I smile when he pulls me closer. “Me, too.”

Sebastian

“Sebastian, Buddy is here.”

“Thanks, Carly, send him in,” I say into the intercom.

I stand, and moments later, my door opens to reveal my favorite person.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Hey, sweetheart.” I smile. “Where do you want to go for lunch?”

Buddy is my sister’s son. His father ran out when he was two, and I stepped in to be his father figure ever since.

He began calling me Dad at the age of five when he started school, and he didn’t want the other kids to think that he was different.

“Why do you insist on calling me sweetheart? No other fathers call their sons sweetheart. It’s so girly.”

I smile as I squeeze his shoulder. “That’s because no other fathers have a son with a heart as sweet as yours. And let me assure you, having a sweet heart is not girly.”

He gives me a lop-sided smile. Buddy is the only person who gets to see my unguarded emotions. I save all of them for him. He is the most important person in my life.

“Can we get McDonald’s for lunch?”

I wince. “I’m too old for that shit.” I grab my jacket from the back of my chair. “We’ll get lunch at the pub.”

He sighs. “Yeah, okay.”

Fifteen minutes later, we are sitting at the pub with our sodas, waiting for our lunch to arrive. I yawn because I’m tired as fuck. April is wearing me out.

“Don’t forget that we have Willow’s football final game on Saturday morning, and then in the afternoon, I want to go and look at some cars for you,” I tell him.

“What’s wrong with my car?”

“It’s a heap of junk. I’m constantly worried if its airbags are working.”

“Ugh.” He rolls his eyes. “I don’t want to spend my Saturday watching Willow’s football.”

“Tough shit. Deal with it. It’s one week.”

He widens his eyes at me.

I sip my drink. “What’s happening with that girl, anyway?”

He gets a big goofy smile on his face. “Oh, Dad.” He shakes his head, as if he’s lost for words.

“That good, huh?” I smirk.

“She’s perfect. I’m so in love.”

“Ease up, big guy. Love is a very strong word.”

“Well… I do love her. She’s the one for me; I know it.”

“I’m happy for you. She better be good enough. When do I get to meet her?”

The waitress puts our lunches down in front of us. “Thank you.”

“I’m not good enough for her.” He shrugs his shoulders. “I’ll bring her over on Friday night.”

“Okay.”

“Just don’t be weird.”

I hold my salt shaker mid-air. “Define weird.”

“You know… don’t be wearing a stuffy suit. Wear something cool.”

“What’s wrong with my suits?”

“You look ancient.”

I shake my head. “This suit pays for all your shit, you know.”

“I’m not complaining. I’m just saying that first impressions are everything.”

Oh, to be young and unjaded. “Okay.”

“I’ll come over tomorrow and pick out something for you to wear.”

“I am quite capable of picking my own clothes.”

“I just want everything to be perfect. She’s very important.”

I roll my eyes. “I get it.”

“Oh, and can you go into my room and take down my posters?”

I frown. “Why?”

“Because I don’t want her to think I’m a little kid.”

“What will you be doing in your room with her, exactly?”

“I don’t know, she’s pretty hot for it.”

My eyes widen. “Please tell me you’re wearing fucking condoms…”

“And don’t you dare call me sweetheart in front of her,” he says, ignoring my question.

I smirk.

“I mean it.”

I hold my hands up in surrender. “Okay, got it. Cool clothes, hard heart, and no posters. With an extra-large box of condoms to go.” I raise an eyebrow. “You will not be having sex in your bedroom with me downstairs listening. Do I make myself clear?”

“Whatever.” He bites into his burger. “Life is just so great at the moment, you know?”

I smile as my eyes linger on his face, I love seeing him like this.

“You should try it,” he says with his mouth full of food. “Love, I mean.”

I pick up my burger, and I get a vision of April and the week we’ve had together.

Maybe it’s time.

April stands naked in the kitchen with her arms around me, her lips lingering over mine.

“Have a nice day,” she breathes.

I smile down at the temptress. She’s incredible. I squeeze her behind.

“I will.”

“I wish you weren’t checking out today,” she says. “I’ve had the best week in this hotel room.” She kisses me again.

“Me, too.” Our lips meet again. We can’t stop kissing whenever we’re together. “What are you doing this weekend?”

“Nothing much. I’m looking for an apartment all day tomorrow. Do you want to come with me?”

“I can’t tomorrow. I’m watching a friend’s daughter play football.”

“Tonight?” she asks.

I inhale, knowing it’s too soon to introduce her to Buddy. “I have a family thing on.”

Her face falls.

“Do you want to come over tomorrow night? I’ll cook,” I offer.

“Really?”

“It’s time to get you back for that coffee.” I poke her in the ribs.

She giggles. “Okay.” She pulls me into a hug, and we stand in each other’s arms for a while. I don’t like that I’m not going to see her tonight.

“Will you miss me tonight?” she asks.

“Nope,” I smirk.

“Good, cause I’m not going to miss you, either. Glad to get rid of you, actually.”

With one last lingering kiss, I make my way to the door. I look back to see April doing a little naked jig.

“Until next time,” I smile.

She blows me an exaggerated kiss. “Until next time.”

April

“So, what are we going to see?” I ask Brandon as we drive.

“I thought we would see that new sci-fi. The one with Matt Damon.”

“Okay.” I glance over at him. “Why couldn’t Lara come?”

“She had something on.”

“I think she’s secretly seeing that guy from block two. She seems to have a lot on lately.”

His eyes flash to mine. “You think?”

“I saw them talking in the gym the other night, and they seemed very familiar.”

He smiles. “Good for her.”

I frown as he turns off the road toward the movies. “Where are we going?”

“I have to pick something up. We have plenty of time.”

“Okay.” I scroll aimlessly through my phone.

“You know I like you, right?” Brandon says.

“Yeah.” I scroll through Instagram. He’s been a bit clingy lately. Wait, what? “What did you mean by that?”

“Just that. You know that I like you.”

I frown over at him. I’ve always had my suspicions that Brandon has had a secret crush on me, but surely not. I’m way too old for him.

I must have misunderstood what he was saying. I wasn’t really listening to the first half of the conversation.

He pulls the car into the driveway of a mansion with beautifully manicured gardens. The building is three stories high.

“Where are we?”

“I just have to pick up the tickets.”

“Oh.”

“Come in.”

I don’t want to be rude. “Okay.” I get out of the car and follow him to the front door. “Wow, this house is amazing,” I say as I look around.

We get to the front steps, and Brandon grabs my hand.

I frown and go to pull my hand from his grip, but he holds me tightly.

“What are you doing?” I ask him.

“I like you, April.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I think it’s time.”

“For what?” I frown. Huh, what the hell is going on here?

“That we make it official.”

“Brandon, what are you talking about? I’m completely lost.”

“I love you.”

My eyes widen. “What?”

He leans in and kisses me, and the front door opens behind us. I jerk back, shocked at what just happened. What the hell is he doing?

My eyes flick to the person who just opened the door.

Sebastian’s eyes hold mine.

My eyes widen, what the actual fuck?

“Dad,” Brandon announces. “This is April, the love of my life.”