Bachelorette Party

I arrived determined to behave. When the lights went down and that stranger’s body began moving among us, I knew something was about to spin out of control.

When Lucía moved into our flat, both brothers wanted her. I never imagined that years later she’d be the one asking Bruno to get into our bed.

When the door opened and she came in wearing that leather coat, I knew that women’s night was going to change something inside me I’d never be able to ignore again.

I’d spent months hiding what I felt for her. Then she asked me for a kiss in front of her fiancé, not knowing it would spark something far more dangerous between us.

When Inés opened the door to the two men in uniform at exactly midnight, I knew the promise of a quiet night had been a delicious lie.

Three days at the beach, five friends, and a phone that was never turned off. I thought I was among innocent laughs; others saw it as a show.

I agreed to dance at a bachelor party because I needed the money. What I didn’t expect was that four guys would offer me double for something more.

Her white T-shirt soaked with sweat, her nipples pressing through the fabric, and the question thrown between two glasses of wine: is what they say about you and Lucía true?

Years had passed since I’d last seen her. When she sat across from me at that bar and placed her hand on my thigh, I knew the night wouldn’t end as my cousin imagined.

She lifted her glass from the corner like she was toasting me. He came over and told me in my ear they wanted to take me to their apartment in Pichincha. I had no idea what was coming next.

Diego sent me affectionate messages while I was, inside that jacuzzi, feeling Sergio’s hands on my waist and pushing my ass back against him.

When we arrived at my father-in-law’s house, I thought the send-off would be like any other—until I saw my mother-in-law coming down the stairs with that look I already knew.