Mister Oscar ♥

You knew it was wrong. You knew you shouldn’t do it. But curiosity took control of your actions along with a hint of jealousy, like a dangerous cocktail.

The phone was in your hands and the message said it all.

Last night was amazing. Can’t wait to feel you inside me again, Papi :*

It was so obvious you couldn’t believe it. You had introduced them. You had been so naïve to think nothing could happen. You had trusted them.

For a couple of minutes, you just stood there in the sunshine, almost like in a spotlight, holding the phone in your hand, your stare switching from the sleeping Oscar to the device in you hand and back. Your body was paralyzed but your mind wasn’t. Thoughts were running wild, nasty ideas for payback appeared and vanished again. So many emotions fought for dominance- sadness, disappointment, self-pity, but in the end they all ended in anger.

As quietly as you could, which was difficult due to the fury that was building up inside you, you packed your belongings together and sneaked through the front door. You needed to leave this house, this man, this part of your life. Tears dwelling up in your eyes when you stood on the front porch with your bags packed and the door closing behind you.

You didn’t want to hide in your own apartment because you knew Oscar would turn up on your doorstep sooner or later. So, trying to remember the last place you had felt safe, you knocked at your parents’ door.

Both your Mum and Dad were surprised to see you with bags over your shoulder but instantly invited you inside. Once you were in their arms, you allowed your tears to fall freely. Your parents had accepted Oscar as your boyfriend, but they have never really liked him.

A part of you never wanted to see him again. Yet, another part wanted to show up at his house with an axe, destroying all his belongings and throwing the most painful insults you could think of at him.

In the early afternoon hours, Oscar seemed to have noticed the lack of your presence, and your things, because he began calling you. He called, texted, sent voice messages. Not a single minute passed of him trying to contact you. So, not wanting to hear his poor excuses, you turned off your phone, throwing it onto the bed. Oscar and you had had bad fights before and you had always forgiven him, but this time it was vastly different. He had used you, he had abused your love and your trust. Chewing on a big spoonful of ice cream, you came to the conclusion that he had never loved you. You do not cheat on and betray a person you love. You just don’t.

The next day you had to drive by your house to get some fresh clothes. You did not expect Oscar sit on your doorstep, rings under his eyes, smelling of sweat and cheap beer. He jumped when your car door closed and rose to his feet, swaying a little. Instantly, he approached you with two big footsteps, attempting to wrap his arms around you.

“Fuck off,” you said with a force, loud enough to make the neighbours hear. Trying to avoid looking into his eyes, because you knew it would soften you up, you marched past him and stormed inside your house, slamming the door shut behind you. Your heart was beating violently inside your chest, when you looked down on your chest you could literally see it. Sighing, covering your mouth with your hand to silence the sobs while tears were falling freely from your eyes, you sank with your back against the door.

“Please, amor,” Oscar pleaded through the closed door, “let me talk to you. I know you’re angry and I deserve it. But please let’s talk about this. I love you!”

Lie, you thought.

And letting your anger take the best of you, you opened the door, slapping Oscar across the face before he had the chance to react.

“Liar!” You shouted, not caring about anything but letting your emotions surface.

“You’re a cheating bastard and I hate you! All you did was use me, everything that comes from your mouth is bullshit! I don’t ever want to see you again!”

With these words, looking in Oscar’s surprised and also hurt face, you slammed the door shut again. The feeling you were witnessing after your furious outburst was amazing, superior. Clenching your fists, you were proud of yourself.

“Please,” Oscar said once more from outside, “I’m so sorry.”

He didn’t deserve any more of your words. You had said everything you needed. You were done with him.

Oscar, on the contrary, wasn’t done at all. He tried. He really tried his best to win you back and you had to admit, you were flattered. Every day when you came home from work, some kind of present was waiting on your doorstep. Flowers, chocolates, a necklace you had forgotten at his place, letters. He wasn’t a man of many words, but in those love letters he was able to express his feelings, his deepest thoughts. You knew he was sorry and he was apparently honestly regretting what he had done, but still it wasn’t enough to make you forget about everything. It wasn’t enough to patch up the hole in your chest, the wound he had caused by ripping your heart out. Wounds like these don’t heal due to words on a paper, even if they are honest and sincere.

After a couple of weeks, you felt ready to face him. After the grand effort he had made, you thought he deserved a talk.

As usual, him and the other Santos were sitting in front of his house, drinking beer and smoking weed. Once Oscar made out your figure approaching him, he rose to his feet, straightened his clothes and harshly told his homies to give you some privacy.

“Mami,” Oscar smiled, cautiously walking closer to you. He was obviously fidgety and precarious, not knowing what to expect from this encounter.

“Hey Oscar,” you replied, taking a quick look around. The front yard looked shabbier than usual, and Oscar didn’t look like his usual self, either. There were dark shadows under his eyes and his shirt was straining against his belly, but maybe you were imagining things.

You looked up into his expectant face. “Oscar, I came to tell you that I appreciate what you’ve been trying. And I think it’s only fair on you if I tell you that I’m not ready to forgive you. I don’t want to raise false hopes. I need time. Please give me some space.”

You hated that your palms got sweaty and your pulse was speeding up, but you calmed down a little when you realized this was a natural reaction of your body in a stressful situation like this.

Not losing eye contact, you waited for Oscar to speak.

He gulped, “I’ll give you anything you need. Even if it’s gonna be hard for me. I’m not gonna lie, I feel like shit but I deserve it. I should’ve treated you better, I wish I could turn back time, Ma, but I can’t. I love you and I am so sorry I’m such a dumbass. I now realize what I’ve done wrong, and how good you are for me, how important. I’m  here, waiting for you to forgive me.”

Tears were actually dwelling up in his eyes and your first impulse was wanting to hug him, but you remained where you were stood.

“Thanks for that, Os. Please stop contacting me from now on. If I’m ready to talk again, I will come to you.”

It was almost unbearable for you to say that. You missed him, too, of course you did. After all the time you had spent together, everything you’d been through, this was the hardest thing to do for you ever. But it had to be done, and it felt right.

Leaving Oscar standing there, a stray tear rolling down his cheek, you walked away and did not look back, ready to spend time with yourself. Ready to practice self-care, ready to be alone, ready to relearn to love yourself.

*

Slowly, you turned around, trying your best not to make a fool out of yourself. Oscar Diaz was looking directly at you, taking a deep drag of his cigarette with one corner of his mouth pulled upwards.

“You wouldn’t want to miss this party, would you?”

And this was were the night of your life began.

Oscar seemed genuinely interested in you, your work, family background, life goals- and during beers and tequila shots you forgot asking yourself if this was all just a dream. You sat together on a worn-out sofa, chatting for what seemed to be hours. At first you had been tensed, awkward, uncomfortable, but now, it felt like you had known him for ages.

What happened next didn’t go as planned. Everything went dark and silent from one second to the next. The power was out.

You gasped, automatically clinging onto Oscar right next to you.

“Don’t worry, Ma,” he whispered dangerously close to your neck, “I’ll go and turn the switch back on.”

In a flash of a moment you were afraid he would leave and never come back. So you stood up after him, grabbing whatever was in reach, turning out to be his arm, “I’ll come.”

He chuckled lowly and managed to take your small hand in his, leading you through the corridor, knocking into a few people on your way. Using his phone, Oscar managed to switch the electricity back on. Everyone was cheering and the music continued.

Oscar, to your surprise, didn’t make any move to return to the party. Instead, he kept hold of your hand and opened the door to his left. Confused, you looked between the now opened bedroom and him.

“Want to escape the party for a while?”

How could you possibly say no to that?

He gently pulled you inside his bedroom and closed the door behind him. The room smelled masculine, yet clean and fresh. White sheets were neatly made on the bed while a few pieces of clothing covered the floor.

Your eyes scanned the room with curiosity until Oscar’s hand found its way to your cheek. He turned your face towards him and without a warning his lips brushed against yours. You couldn’t possibly say no to that, either, and kissed him back with no hesitation. His lips were soft, yet demanding, when his big hands grabbed your waist. Oscar walked backwards and gingerly dragged you with him until you both landed on the bed. It all happened so fast you couldn’t think straight, you couldn’t even think about if you actually wanted this to happen. Well, sure you wanted him, but like this?

His lips on your neck distracted you from your thoughts. You were already in your underwear, so was he, and before you could protest he was leaving a big hickey on the sensitive skin of your neck.

“What are you- I have to work tomorrow!” You tried pushing him away in the process, but there was no use. He had a strong grip around you.

“Don’t worry Mami. I just had to mark you.”

You chuckled at his choice of words and sat up to straddle him, running your hands all over his smooth, exposed chest. His hands fell onto your hips while you were beginning to grind against his hardening member. He felt amazing between your legs already.

You bent forward and one hands of Oscar’s sneaked behind your back to open the hooks of your bra. The piece of clothing fell to the floor while Oscar’s gaze fell onto your breasts. He pulled you closer and kissed you deeply, his fingertips toying with your erect nipples. You gasped at the sensation, feeling the wetness between your legs increase.

Oscar seemed impatient, so he moved on the bed so you were underneath him. You couldn’t figure out if he was drunk, or how drunk he was, and actually you didn’t want to know.

He didn’t waste any time however getting rid of his pants, and yours. His dick was rock hard and already twitching in your hand when you touched it, wrapping your fingers around the full length. Oscar moaned at the feeling of your cold hand pumping up and down his cock and his eyes fluttered shut. He enjoyed the moment until he really could not wait any longer. He grabbed a condom from under his bed and positioned himself between your legs once it was on his dick.

When he was finally inside you, you were struggling to breathe. It felt so good your heart started beating out of your chest instantly and crazily.

Oscar’s forehead knocked against yours while he fucked you into the mattress like the was no tomorrow. You loved the sound of his hips slamming against yours, his muffled moans against the heated skin of your neck and also the danger of being discovered. There was a party in the other room, after all. Altogether it was so bloody exciting.

“You feel so good, Mami, but I think I’m too drunk to be able to finish,” Oscar muttered, slowing down his pace.

You kissed him softly, as if to thank him for his honesty.

“I’ll finish you off though. How do you like it?”

You smiled, “just keep going, yeah?”

Oscar nodded, smirking, and picked up his rhythm again. Once he started, you knew  you wouldn’t last much longer. Along with the excitement of the situation and the hot man inside of you, you came quick and hard, walls clenching around Oscar’s cock.

Breathlessly, your head hit the pillow as a feeling of incredible tiredness overcame you.

Oscar kissed your lips and pulled away to clean himself off. Enjoying the aftermath of your orgasm and the drowsiness, you wondered what would happen next. Would he ask you to leave?

The answer came prompt and unexpected. Oscar lay back down next to you and placed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his chest.

You allowed yourself to close your eyes, almost dozing off into a peaceful slumber.

Suddenly, it hit you. He had been using you. Using you for sex. All he wanted was get into your pants, and silly naïve you had let him. You should’ve known better, he was Spooky Diaz, after all, and he had a reputation you were aware of. You had to leave before you would lose the last tiny bit of your dignity, here in his bed, between his messed up sheets.

When you were sure he was fast asleep, you silently collected your belongings and rushed out the door, stumbling over empty beer bottles and other people’s future hangovers, heading home.

Oscar’s POV

He didn’t understand why she was gone. Was he that bad in bed?

She must’ve had another reason, a proper reason. But how could he find her? She hadn’t told him where she worked, just that it was some diner in town. And of course she didn’t leave her number.

Usually, Oscar would just forget about his one-night-stands, but about her he couldn’t stop thinking. The way she had smiled at him, the way she had touched him…

Hunger finally made the Santo get out of bed. He took a shower and threw on his signature clothes before heading out, calling Cesar on the way if he wanted anything.

Entering the restaurant, he decided to keep his sunglasses on because of the bright lights only adding up to his hangover.

He waited in line amongst the other customers, checking his phone for any missed calls. He knew it was stupid, but secretly he hoped you had been calling or texting him. For him, it was an odd feeling.

When it was eventually Oscar’s turn to order, his eyes fell on a female with her back facing him, concentrating on the task she was carrying out. She was wearing a scarf, which struck him as weird, since it was more than 20 degrees outside. When she turned her head, it moved and exposed a giant hickey on her neck. It hit him like a lightning. It was her, it had to be. He remembered the hickey he had left on her skin during a heated moment, and how much she had been complaining because she would have to work the next day.

“Can I take your order?” She employee suddenly said, making Oscar snap back to reality.

“Yeah, no, I want to speak to the girl over there, in the back.” He pointed his finger directly at her and the employee in charge of the orders frowned.

“She’s on kitchen duty.”

“I don’t care,” Oscar took of his sunglasses, adding, “I know her, ask her to come, yeah?”

Your POV

You jumped when your colleague tapped you shoulder.

“Someone is asking for you,” he muttered, acting weirdly.

“Who?” You asked, puzzled. Your colleague just pointed at someone behind the counter.

Fuck.

As soon as you realised who it was, your heart skipped a beat. What on earth could he want?

Gulping, your mouth suddenly dry, you put your things down and walked towards him. He smiled when he saw you. It wasn’t his usual, cheeky smile though. It looked almost as if he was nervous.

“Hi?” You asked, clearly uncomfortable.

“Hi. Just wanted to check on you since last night you dropped of the face of the earth.”

“Check on me?” You rolled your eyes, signifying for him to follow you outside.

“Oscar, what do you want?” You asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You were acting all cool and confident, but on the inside your pulse was racing out of uneasiness.

“I told you. I was disappointed when you were gone this morning. You could’ve at least left your number.”

“Why?” You honestly didn’t understand why he was doing this. And your behaviour in turn made him uncomfortable, too.

“Listen,” he sighed, “I would like to see you again. I mean that. I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, but not all of it is true. Last night, I felt we really connected. And I don’t mean only in bed.”

You had to grin at his last line and the atmosphere instantly brightened up.

Oscar smiled, “when do you finish work? I’ll take you out for dinner. To show you I’m serious about this. We can… talk.”

You thought about his proposal for a minute. “Yeah, okay. I finish at five.”

“Cool,” Oscar smirked and put his sunglasses back on, “see you later, Mami.”