Helena was panting as she sat down on the floor. She had rehearsals for he next upcoming tour and the choreographer was merciless with her. She had gotten out of shape during her hiatus. She took a sip from her water and then got up again.

"Helena, I know you can do better." Mary, her choreographer said sternly.

"Sorry, I'm not focused today." Helena gave back and got back into position.

"Maybe it would help if the other dancers come in?" Mary suggested.

"Yeah, maybe." Helena agreed, nodding. She was unfocused because Benito was going to come watch her practice. He had a day in LA for a meeting and wanted to see her before he had to go there. As he arrived at the dance studio, he could already hear the music from inside. A smile formed on his face when he walked through the entrance and spotted Helena, talking to a girl. He caught the attention of some of the dancers in the room. With waving, he greeted Helena who was now looking at him.

"Okay guys, don't let the visitor be a distraction, let's keep going!" the choreographer shouted, causing all of them to get in position. Benito took a seat on a chair at the side wall of the studio. One of the male dancers was standing right behind her, his hands placed on her hips. Benito felt the jealousy inside of him. He couldn't stand when somebody else touched her. On top of that, it was the song he had helped create in the studio, so he knew what it was about. Benito's presence was enough for Helena to feel confident, exactly what she needed for this dance. Mary was counting from 1 to 8 next to Benito. He was watching in silence, amazed by how good Helena could dance. He had never seen her do a choreography before, only dancing at parties. When the song started fading out, they posed and Mary started clapping.

"That was amazing!" she exclaimed excitedly.

For an hour straight, Benito watched Helena dance with that male dancer; his blood was boiling. The way he touched her and the way she leaned into him made him want to get up, grab her and show her who she belonged to. Helena was doing it on purpose, she knew exactly which buttons she needed to press for him to be like wax in her hands. With a smirk on her face, she walked over to her bag and grabbed her water.

"That was fantastic! We'll continue tomorrow at the same time!" the choreographer shouted. With that, the practice was over. Benito stayed sitting on his chair as long as Helena was packing her bag. Some of the dancers congratulated her before they left. Once she had put everything into her bag, she picked it up and walked over to where Benito was sitting.

"Let's go, you need to be at a meeting soon." she said, holding her hand out for him. Benito didn't take it, instead he got up and walked past her. Helena smirked, he was acting exactly like she had expected him. She followed him outside of the building to his car. Benito stayed quiet for the duration of the car ride. When they entered her house, he immediately grabbed her by her waist and pushed her up against the wall next to her door. Helena patiently waited for him to continue.

"Don't ever do that again, in front of me." Benito said, reaching down to her shorts.

"Do what?" Helena innocently asked.

"Flirt with somebody else." he gave back, roughly tugging at the cord that held her shorts up.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I was just doing my job." Helena responded. When the shorts fell to the floor, Benito rubbed himself against her.

"You think, I didn't see the way you were looking at him, the way you pushed yourself onto him?" he asked putting his free hand around her throat.

"So what? I'm single, I can do what I want." Helena answered, knowing damn well it would let him go crazy. Benito was mad now. Technically, she was right, they weren't dating but in his mind she was his and only his, so he roughly turned her to face the wall.

"Oh, I'll show you how single you are." he growled into her ear and pulled his pants down.

Helena's moans and screams let Benito go rougher than usually. He could feel that she was about to finish, so he pulled out immediately.

"Tell me again, how you're single!" he said with a raspy voice. Helena was unable to speak for a short moment. He had never done anything like this but she liked it. Benito was teasing her with his tip and she tried to move her hip backwards but he had a firm grip on her waist.

"Huh, are you single?" he asked, then started sucking on the skin in the crook of her neck. Helena contemplated for a few seconds; if she said yes, he would continue teasing her but if she said no, he would make her finish immediately. Her legs were already shaking and she was already weak, so she went with the latter option and said:"No." Benito kept on sucking on her skin until he was satisfied with the big red hickey he had left.

"¿A quién perteneces?" he asked quietly with his still raspy voice. Helena let out a load moan because he re-entered her extremely slow. She wanted to answer his question but the slow thrust he made, only let moan even louder.

"Te pertenezco." Helena finally managed to say. Benito picked up the pace again. Not long after, both of them were standing there, breathing heavily. Before Benito pulled out, he outlined the hickey with his fingers.

"A reminder." he said, then softly turned her head towards him and kissed her aggressively. Helena started grinding on him again, she couldn't get enough of it. Although Benito was just coming down from his climax, he could feel himself harden again.

"You drive me crazy, chiquita." he mumbled, when he broke the kiss. Helena smiled to herself and kept on grinding. Benito stopped her with his hands on her hip and pulled out of her. He turned her towards him and kissed her again, then he picked her up and started carrying her to her living room. Benito was almost late for his meeting. His thoughts were circulating around Helena the whole time.