❝ besos ❞

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"This can't happen again," Zendaya sighed as the two girls laid in a hotel room in Barcelona. It had happened purely by chance — Paris Langford stopping by a bar after a rough night clubbing with her friends and Zendaya drinking away a breakup in a safe place where no one would recognize her. Far too many drinks later, they found themselves here.

Paris shrugged as she searched the hotel room floor for her undergarments, walking around the room with an air of pride. For a girl who showed off her body so much, being naked was simply another outfit to wear. "Yeah, I mean, are you even out publicly?"

"The entirety of Twitter is already convinced," the darker skinned girl sighed as she laid up against the headboard, scrolling through her phone. "However, if people found out it was you I was in here with, my reputation will go to shit."

Paris's response was only to throw her small, sequined dress at the other woman who smiles teasingly. The two had crossed paths before this — at Hollywood after parties, the occasional club, not to mention Florence's close acquaintance with Tom Holland, the two had rubbed elbows before, but never like this. Zendaya laughed at her and threw the dress back which the girl slipped on casually before falling back onto her stomach on the bed.

"This can't happen again like now or... after tonight?" Paris asked with a sultry, flirtatious tone that made it very clear she was up to no good. The other woman put her phone down and raised an eyebrow before tilting her chin up with her gentle touch and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

After she pulled away, Zendaya spoke matter-of-factly, "Okay, now this can't happen again."

"Tease," Paris scoffed, but the gentle smirk on her face gave away her nonchalant nature. Zendaya last response was only to scoff and shake her head, picking up her phone once again. "Don't mind me, I'll just show myself out."

"Do you need me to call a Lyft for you? I remember you telling me your girls are all at the hotel totally blacked out right now," the woman offered with a small laugh, "Don't think any of them are suitable for driving right now."

"Ugh, when does your generosity end, 'Daya?" Paris laughed as she nodded her head and gathered her things. "An angel, really."

The girl shook her head, a small smile teasing at her features, "If there weren't already bruises all over your neck—"

"—and thighs, thank you very much for that."

"And thighs," Zendaya added with a shake of her head, "I'd deck you."

"Aw, that's so cute," Paris laughed, "Promise me one thing, though."

"Yes?"

With a sigh, the blonde said, "After all that happened, don't go running back to him. It makes all women look bad. Not to mention, you'll end up feeling like shit because he hasn't changed and he's not going to."

"I was not planning on it."

"Good, men are trash," Paris affirmed, waiting by the door for them to say their goodbyes.

"Hey, I'm still attracted to them!"

"Once again proving that sexuality is not a choice," the girl joked, her hand ghosting over the doorknob, "When'll my car be here?"

Looking at her phone, Zendaya answers, "Five minutes."

"All right, besos, my dear," the girl bid her goodbye before she stepped out into the hallway. Hiking her white faux fur coat onto her shoulders she did her best to make her walk of shame look far less shameful. Her phone beeped and the message was strangely from the girl she just left with information for her Lyft and a brief message that read besos. Paris shook her head with a small smile as she made her way down to the hotel lobby. There was an inkling feeling as she got into the car, the message glaring at her from the screen. Something was telling her this was not going to be the last time this happened.

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NOTE.

I am so EXCITED for this story you guys have no idea UGH Paris Langford is already one of my all time favorite OCs, rich girl OCs are so underrated I need to have more of them