I slammed deep inside her and filled her with my cum.
“That was amazing.” She cupped my face and peppered kisses on me. “I want to do it again!”
Guilt brought me down to earth. “I need to tell you something.”
“What is it?” She smiled brightly in her afterglow. Damn, I didn’t want to ruin her first time. She’d probably hate me once I told her my name.
I was such an asshole, but I couldn’t hide the truth from her anymore. Time to take my medicine…
“My birth name is Andy Garcia.” I swallowed, thickly, feeling my heart rate kick up. Before she could say anything, I went on. “My mom was in love with the actor, Andy Garcia, around the time I was born. An innocent crush. So that’s who she named me after. Although the actor is from Cuba, and my family is from Mexico.”
“Aww, I love that story. It’s a pleasure to meet you,officially, Andy Garcia.” She didn’t seem fazed. Maybe she didn’t recognize my name. “I’m sorry to say I have no idea who the actor is.”
“No biggie.” I left it at that. “And you’re Silvia Avila.”
“That’s right. Did you look in my purse?” Her eyes became wide and filled with hope. “Wait! Did you find my purse?”
“I did. Left it in my office.” Dammit, I should have brought it with me. Put it in my underwear drawer to give to her when I thought the time was right. “I know your brothers.”
“You do? How?” Her smile wasn’t as bright anymore. She looked suspicious. “Avila is a pretty common name. Are you sure you have the right family?”
“I was Tonio’s best friend.”
The blood drained from her face, and I instantly regretted bringing it up while we were both naked in bed.
Way to go dipshit.
7
Silvia
Had I heard him correctly? How would he know my brothers? Wouldn’t I remember Tonio’s best friend? I studied his face, but I had no memory of him.
“Silvia, are you okay?”
“I don’t know. Are you saying you knew who I was before we had sex?” I felt betrayed. Like shouldn’t that have been a conversation we had before we did the deed?
He hung his head in shame. “Yes. I’m an asshole. Everything just happened so fast, and I didn’t try to stop it.”
He wasn’t wrong. I was literally trying to seduce him, so he’d take my virginity. I was using him. Desperate to be dirty so my brother couldn’t force me into a marriage I didn’t want.
“When did you find out who I am? And be careful, Andy. How you answer will determine how I deal with you.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Love your badass attitude.”
“Just answer the question. And maybe get off me.” It was best not to be connected to him for this conversation. It felt like he’d already slipped out anyway, and stuff was dripping down my butt crack. The sheet was probably a mess, too. Besides, wasn’t there some sort of aftercare following sex?
Oh, well. I guess we were doing something far more important than cleaning up. Except, I wished he’d picked adifferent time to tell me he knew me when I was a child. Not that I felt weird or icky about it. On the contrary, it was more like meeting someone for the first time and discovering we had a mutual friend. Kind of like,oh, small world.
He rolled off and grabbed some tissues, then gave them to me. Instinctively, I put them between my legs, but it didn’t seem to be enough. He’d come a lot. Way more than I’d expected.
“I found out last night,” he said in a serious voice, and he was back to being grumpy. “You were very drunk. Thought it would be better to wait until morning.”
“That’s fair. I probably wouldn’t have remembered anything.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
I stared at the ceiling, trying to process my feelings. I honestly didn’t remember him or anything around my fifth birthday or the years before it.
