❛ so i found another way to make him pay for it all, i went to nieman marcus on a shopping spree...❜ eduardo was enjoying himself far too much. julia was obviously trying to do something and here he was behind her, grinding his crotch into her butt singing blu cantrell. ❛ i should fucking go on tour with beyonce. ❜ he grins wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her shoulder. ❛ stop being boring and dance with me... hey ladies, when your man wanna get buckwild... ❜ 

Eduardo: "Are you fucking serious? I'm so hard and you're sitting around frolicking naked and wearing my watch. What do you want from me?" -groans in frustration-

Throwing himself on Julia's bed, his body enveloping her entire frame that was nestled within her sheets, he placed kisses all over the parts of her face that was not covered by pillows or bed sheets. "Are we still fighting?" He asked quietly hoping the answer would be 'no'. 

“i’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

Climbing up onto Julia's balcony and trying to break into her house wasn't the best of Eduardo's ideas seeing as his arms were now covered in scratches, however, the inner romantic in him thought it was a pretty good idea. Very Hollywood. Girls dig that shit, right? Stepping through the open door, he took his shoes off quietly and crept up behind her, where she was lying on her bed, his arm immediately snaking over her waist, pulling her back into him. "Hey you," He said, peeking down at her, unaware if she had been asleep or not.

      "yeah, i fucked your sister. was a good time, too."       and he's lying, but he'll say anything to irritate the       other.

his fingers tailed over the bare skin of her side, his arm wrapped around her waist as he guided her to his car. anthony leaned down to whisper sweet nothings into her ear before he stopped at his car, leaning against it and pulling her into him. "you're so beautiful, babe." he pressed a sweet kiss to her noise and chuckled.

eduardo: we need to talk