- "Keep you second guessing like 'Oh my God, who is she?', I get drunk on jealousy." -

It took is exactly two weeks until we hd our first real fight. We had made it official that we were dating only five days prior. This time it had again been Benito that couldn't control their jealousy. For the past day, we hadn't talked nor had we seen each other. On the one hand, I wanted to give him space, so he could calm down, on the other, we both would've said things we would've regretted. It wasn't just that, his reaction had surprised me a lot. The following had happened: Ronny, Tim, him and I and my brother had gone out to a restaurant. The waiter assigned to our table had given me certain looks - at least that's what Benito had said. He had said that that hadn't bothered him too much, what had bothered him was the fact that the waiter had written down his number on our receipt. As long as we had been out, he had been able to control himself but as soon as we had been alone, he let go of my hand and looked at me like he wanted to murder me. When I has asked what was wrong, he had answered honestly but his mood had not gotten better when I had apologized; I had even thrown the receipt with the number on away. Even when I had assured him that I had no interest in other men, it hadn't helped. There was more; he had even started accusing me of things and that was when I had had enough.

"I'll go home now. Talk to me, when you've calmed down." I had told him after fighting for over half an hour in the living room of his house.

He had called something after me in Spanish but I had honestly not listened to it. I had run into Bysael who had looked at me with a questioning look on his face but I had just shaken my head.

Babe 💕

Guapa?

Yes?

Can we talk?

Sure, come over

Half an hour later, the door bell rang. I was excited to see him again because I had missed him. Of course, we hadn't seen each other every day beforehand but we had always texted or called each other. With a small smile on my face, I opened the door for Benito. She looked tired and if he had even cried. I couldn't even greet him, that's how fast he had wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my hair.

"I'm sorry." he mumbled, while tightening his grip. I wrapped my arms around him as well. For a while, we were standing there in the hallway, until my curiousness took over.

"You owe me an explanation." I said, when I let go of him. Ashamed he looked at the ground but nodded. We went into my living room, after I had closed the door.

"There's a reason why I didn't want a relationship." Benito started and sat down on my couch.

"What reason?" I asked carefully. I was scared of what he was going to tell me not because I was scared that he might leave but because he would open up for the first time. He had never told me anything about his past; everything I knew about him, I had somewhat heard from Bysael.

"Right before I moved here, I broke up with my ex. She was the reason why I wanted to leave Puerto Rico." he quietly told me. I could tell that this wasn't easy for him which is why I sat down next to him and grabbed his hand.

"It happened a little over four years ago but the time did not really heal my wounds. Isabella, she broke me." he said and looked at the ground.

"Broke you?" I asked a little confused.

"She was my first everything. I was so in love with her and I really thought I'd marry her but after three years she started behaving strange. She was constantly going out with her friends, didn't tell me anything anymore and sometimes she just didn't show up when we had plans. One night, I came home early from tour and I caught her in bed with someone else. Any other man would've left but I forgave her until her brother told me about all the other stuff she had done behind my back." he told me with a lot of sadness in his voice. I had not known that and I doubted that Bysael did.

"What happened then?" I asked curiously.

"I grabbed all of my things and ran away. Of course, I broke up with her beforehand. Thank God, my career was already going great, so I didn't have to worry about money or somewhere to stay." he continued.

"I can't imagine how hard that must've been." I said and watched him play around with a ring on his finger.

"It was. That's the reason why I didn't want anyone to get close to me anymore, at least not in a romantic way, and that's also why I freaked out so much yesterday and at your party. I can't stand it when another man looks at you because my ex didn't miss a chance to flirt." he explained and shrugged.

"Yeah, but I'm not her, Benito." I said quietly. I wanted him to look at me because he was still avoiding eye contact with me. With my free hand, I reached for his chin and carefully lifted it. Benito closed his eyes, so he wouldn't have to look at me and he only did that when he felt ashamed, which he only did when he blamed himself for something.

"Please, look at me." I said, my voice a little raspy. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. They were filled with tears already and it wasn't long until the first tear rolled down his cheek.

"Listen, what she's done to you is unforgivable but none of that was your fault. She was an asshole that didn't deserve you." I told him and cupped his face with both of my hands.

"Isabella, I can't trust anyone, how are we supposed to have an actual relationship like that?" Benito questioned. The tears were now streaming down his cheeks - or better my thumbs.

"I don't know but we'll figure it out." I answered quietly but confident.

"Why are you so sure?" he wanted to know once he had calmed down a little bit. I kept contemplating whether I should or shouldn't say the thing that had crossed my mind and finally decided to just say it.

"Because I love you, Benito, and I would do anything to see you happy." I gave back. His facial expression changed from sad to surprised and a little scared. It had surprised me myself that this had been my first thought but it was what I felt and he knew that I didn't shy away from saying what's on my mind.