❛ ━━･❪ BRIELLE ❫･━━ ❜

My nails dug into the skin of Rubio's back while his hands cupped the curves of my ass through my dress. Soft whimpers slipped past my lips without much control. It echoed against the wooden, tight corners of the boat's only cabin. The boat swayed as Rubio lifted me up in his arms, fishing rods and other tools falling off at the movement.

He paused for a second, breaking our kiss. "Fuck." The silence that followed was deafening but I didn't move, waiting till he released a breath and settled down on an empty barrel to exhale. "We need to be careful, Bri."

"Says the person moving around the most," I teased, pressing my lips to his again. My hands found the buttons of his shirt, slowly releasing them until my palms rested on his bare chest. His lips moved more erratically at the mere contact and I struggled to keep up.

Tonight was going to be the night. I was certain.

Rubio and I had dated for two years now. Going to the same church in Zafra, then commuting to Madrid for college. We'd planned our lives out from the moment we decided to date and in all that... we'd never had sex.

Not that he didn't want to, but I couldn't.

I'd spread my legs for him so many times and yet we could never cross that line because I always panicked and he'd been so gentle about it. But in the few months since college started, his impatience became suffocating. So much so that he'd threatened to put it simply:

'We either have sex tonight or there is no us anymore.'

I panicked, and agreed and now, here we were. Hiding in his father's boat, miles from town, hoping the dock warden wouldn't  find us and that we could save the mess our relationship was turning into.

A chill ran over my spine as Rubio lowered my body on the ground. His eyes were glazed over as he slowly spread my legs apart. He kissed the side of my neck while his hands moved to shove my dress up, and pull my panties away.
This was it... I would get it over with... it would only sting a lit—

"Fucking hell!" the words flew out of my mouth before I could fully understand what my body had felt. It was a single finger Rubio had lodged into my body that made me feel like death was a better alternative to sex. "Take it out, now!"

He did as I said and fumbled backwards, giving as much space between us as the small cabin allowed. I took a minute to take a deep breath and arrange my clothes back in place, the weight of Rubio's gaze on me was so stifling, I couldn't bear to see it. "God, Bri...you said you'd be able to do it today! You promised you'd get over your fucking fear and save this stupid relationship!"

Tears slid down my cheeks as his words cut through every memory I held dear with him, "So the only thing you think can save us is sex, do you even hear yourself?"

He scowled, "Oh get over your fucking self, you pretend to be this church girl that wants to wait till marriage to get laid but you're just a whimp and if you think any man is going to want to marry you without having a taste then you're more pathetic and delusional than I thought."

Silence settled between us for a moment before he let out a sigh and moved to the door of the cabin. "I'm leaving. Here and our relationship. Good luck finding your way home."
My eyes widened as I looked up long enough to see his retreating back. "Rubio—"

The doors shut behind me and by the time I gathered myself and forced my way to the deck of the boat, I was in time to watch the whirl of dust thrumming in the air from his car, the trail leading down the path we'd come from.

The dock was dark, quiet, and empty with the only source of light being the dock warden's patrolling flashlight. I ducked when his light moved in my direction and muffled my sobs with a clasped hand over my mouth. Two years of loving someone and all it amounted to was this. All because I couldn't do it. I reached for my purse at the side, getting my phone out as I called the one person that would be able to find me out here.

"Hey," Misa's voice was soft and drowsy, I wanted to kick myself for waking her up, "How did it go?"

The words I wanted to say were cut off by the sobs that racked through my body. Her end was silent for a moment and then her voice rang out again, "Send me your location, I'm coming to you right now."

***

"I can make it look like an accident." Misa whispered, leaning closely over the coffee table. "My brothers know some guys that get things done, all I need to do is drop his name—Say the word and poof bye-bye Rubio."

Despite how shitty I was feeling, a smile pulled at my lips at Misa's hundredth attempt at arranging a hit on Rubio. We sat in our apartment living room, two mugs of coffee (mine with an additional element of booze), thinking of ways to get me out of the funk that was now my life. "That would be great really," I said, imagining watching the news and seeing his name on the screen, a reporter talking about his death. But my heart clenched at the thought that he'd really be gone, and tears started flowing again.

Misa sighed, holding the tissue box for me. "Fine, you don't have to give the go-ahead, I'll just do the arrangements myself!" she smiled, "so if you don't see him around school, just know that I did it."

I nodded as I dabbed my face and took a deep breath. My nostrils were clogged and my eyes felt swollen and hard to keep open. If Misa would make him disappear, it would be great. Having to see him and remember how embarrassing and disgusting he'd been in the final moments of our relationship was hell to think about. Who knows if he'd told anyone about it? That would be the worst.

"Okay, that's enough! Do not waste your tears on that fucker anymore! What we are going to do is find you someone else! You've been so hooked on that douchebag, rich boy, daddy issues dingwad for too long! Not every man is a dog wanting to jump the bone of anything that moves." she pulled up her phone and started typing before turning it to me, "Here, let's get you on this!"

What was on the screen was the bold letters of an app called Lumier. The screen then revealed a stack of pictures, the first one being a shirtless guy with a caption: 'Single ladies from Zafra and all of Spain are welcome, I don't bite'.

I quirked a concerned brow her way, "Your solution to getting over a breakup is to join a dating app with horny, single-minded men?"

She frowned, "that's so judgmental! Not all of them are incels!" she turned the phone back in her direction and I could swear she swiped right on Mr. Shirtless. "The basis of Lumier is to find connections, do that! All you have to do is be honest! When they say 'hi', all you need to do is say 'hi, I'm Bri, I'm a virgin and believe in marriage before sex, are you with me or against me?' and the rest is history!"

"Are you drunk?" I asked sincerely.

"No, just pissed. That as beautiful as you are, you pined over that pretentious fuck for ages and even accepted his stupid ultimatum!" her smile was long gone, "if you couldn't see that the only reason he attended mass on Sundays was to get to you—and into your pants, I don't know how else to help. I'm just glad he didn't force you into anything that night, cause I would have taken him out with my bare hands."

A shiver ran over my spine at the thought. There were so many instances with him where I felt like my objections would be ignored and he'd go all the way with or without my full consent. But I was lucky... I didn't want to put myself in that position again.

"I really wanted him to be the one." I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face.

"I'm glad he wasn't," Misa muttered, "He would have probably given you an STI eventually or worse."

"Misa!"

"What?" she laughed and I joined in despite the ache in my chest. After a while of just staring at my half-empty cup of coffee, I looked up at her expectant eyes and let out a breath.

"Would you help me create the profile?"

"Yes!" Misa jumped up in triumph and I watched her celebrate for what seemed to be ages before she settled and asked for my phone.

In a moment my profile was made and with a satisfied smile, she handed my phone back. "Now all you have to do is swipe left (for not interested) and swipe right (for interested) and voila!"

I looked at the profile she made for me and still felt the hollow in my chest. But I enjoyed seeing how excited she was at the prospect, so I shook off my feelings for a while and started swiping.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
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SO THIS IS THE PILOT CHAPTER, the next IS BRUNO'S POV (y'all are going to love the Gutierrez brothers! Yes, yes, they're another billionaire, mafia family! Whoop Whoop! The difference is that this story is based in Spain hehe)

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