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✨✨TO THE BOYS I’VE LOVED✨✨
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🦋THE LIFE OF ANNA LEIGH 🦋✨
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💫MY DREAM OF SANTA MARTA💫
🦋GENRE: Romance❤, Tragic 😭, Teenfic 👫
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♨️Santa Marta♨️
🦋CHAPTER 24🦋
*Santa Marta*
LEIGH’S POV
Santa Marta! One of the oldest cities in America, established in 1525, my new home my paradise, my dream come true.
I was in the car with Chris, exploring the beautiful city.
I came out of the sunroof “Woo!” I cheered happily, feeling the breeze and the new country smell, I brought out my camera and started taking pictures.
The city is so beautiful with so many beaches, beautiful palm trees, colourful old cobblestone houses and skyscrapers, some clean roads and some are old graveled roads, beautiful Latinas dressings like holy Mary as their traditional dresses, the beautiful sky, different types of foods they’re selling in the streets that I can’t wait to try.
Chris is unamazed to check out the city. That’s because he has been here before to check on his dad when he was still alive.
I sat back in the car backseat “Santa Marta is the best place I’ve ever been.” I squealed.
“You haven’t even spend a day.” Chris scoffed.
“I know and it’s the best!” I grinned happily, checking out the window.
We arrived in front of an yellow apartment duplex building decorated with flowers.
“We’re home.” Chris said as we came out of the car and carried our luggages.
I grinned happily as we went straight to the stairs and entered our well furnished apartment, not fancy, not classic but beautiful with old cheap stuffs from my grandma and aunt Milly.
The room just has some small flat TV and some old shelves and book shelves, old recently sewed couch and arm chairs, plaid pattern rug, small middle table, a big wooden and cozy bed and some few decorations. The kitchen and dining are also combined.
This reminds me of our old apartment in New York when I was living with… I still don’t want to remember his name.
“This is perfecto.” I smiled.
“I know.” Chris smiled “I think there’s something wrong with the ceiling.” He said, looking up.
“We’ll call the handyman to fix it, don’t ruin my joy.” I huffed playfully as I fell on the bed, feeling a bit exhausted.
Chris scoffed as he sat on the bed beside me “This is crazy, look at us, in new year, new season, new country, new City, new home, new college.” He smirked at me “Our new beginning.”
“Um… We’ve been together for like a year now.” I scoffed.
“I know.” He rested on my chest, smirking at me “But it’s a fresh start of us to me.”
I giggled as I hugged his neck and we started kissing and making out with each other.
He broke the kiss “So what do you want to do this week?”
I pushed him away and knelt on the bed “We have a lot, this week is all about your around Santa Marta. My Abuela and siblings gifted me some money, I have a sum of $10,000, you have…. How much don you have in your account?”
He sat up “$30,000.” He replied.
“Good, you’ll add $6,000 to mine, we’ll have a lot of fun, like going to the amusement park, different beaches, different hotels, try a lot of Santa Marta foods. It’s going to be a lot fun!” I squealed and hugged him.
He hugged my waist, sniffing my shoulders, we gave each other a look and within a second, we kissed again, passionately.
His hands started running into my dress, grabbing my @$$. I pulled away and took off my dress. He pushed me on the bed and went on top of me, kissing my neck.
I Mõ@ned softly, stroking my hand through his soft curly hair, placing my hand on his muscular back as he pinned on me tightly.
He took off his clothes, and tight short tore a condom, wore it, and inserted his d×ck into my cl×t, banging me slowly.
“Oh…” I Mõ@ned softly, hugging him tighter.
I’ve been sleeping with Chris but we’re always careful, using protection and pills, because I’m not ready for any more pains like I had before. Besides Chris loves s×x a lot.
Yes, we’ve been sleeping together, 4 months after we started dating. Since it’s normal in a relationship and with the person you love and has been there for you.
“Uh.” I Mõ@ned as he’s going faster.
He’s so good in bed but not as good as Ad… Why can’t I just forget that son of a b×tch?! Literally born by a b×tch. It runs in their family.
*knock knock* Someone knocked our door, I was curious to see who’s there but Chris didn’t stop.
I wonder who would visit us, I mean we just got here, all the way from USA.
“Who’s there?” I Mõ@ned, as he’s still pounding on me.
“Tu nuevo vecino.” A woman replied.
It means Your new neighbor.
I tapped Chris shoulders to stop “We need to answer our neighbors.” I whispered.
“No, they’ll get tired and go home. So let’s enjoy our home.” He protested, going slowly “Ah, it feels so good.”
It is good but…
I pushed him off, stood feeling weak as I wore my dress and my blue big robe.
I went to the door and opened, revealing a grey plaited haired chubby woman in traditional outfit, holding a tray of some delicious hot and fried egg stuffed aperas.
I smiled nervously “Buenas tardes vecino, soy AnnaLeigh.”
I greeted and introduced myself.
“Encantado de conocerte AnnaLeigh, soy la Sra. Santos, espero que disfrutes de este lugar, porque este no es solo un vecindario, es una familia. Bienvenido a Martinez Casa, propiedad de mi propietario, el Sr. Jay Martinez.” She explained.
She said ‘Nice to meet you AnnaLeigh, I’m Mrs Santos, I hope you enjoy this place, because this isn’t just a neighborhood it’s family. welcome to the Martinez Casa owned my our landlord, Mr Jay Martinez’
“Gracias, Sra Santos.” I collected the tray.
“Urgh, Leigh, hurry up, I’m not done yet.” Chris groaned as he stood behind me.
Mrs Santos’s jaw dropped as she saw Chris. She looks uncomfortable.
“No uses ropa, niño?” She asked.
I checked and my eyes widened, Chris is only wearing his swim briefs, revealing his manhood.
“Dude, put on some clothes, we just got here.” I whispered angrily.
“Why are you here?” He asked angrily.
“Don’t be rude.” I scoffed.
Mrs Santos is totally confused.
I scoffed nervously “I’m sorry, Mrs Santos, he’s just…”
“Lo siento, no hablo inglés.” She smiled.
“Oh.” I nodded.
She doesn’t speak English. That’s interesting.
“Babe, say hello to Mrs Santos.” I whispered.
He sighed in frustration “Fine, Halo Hola señora Santos, encantado de conocerla.”
“Hurry up, darling.” He slapped my butt and went inside.
His rude attitude didn’t want to stop.
I rolled my eyes and smiled awkwardly at Mrs Santos “Gracias señora Santos.”
She smirked as she left. It means she understand what’s going on. Chris is crazy, I’m embarrassed.
I closed the door, folded my arms, glaring at Chris.
“C’mon, baby girl, don’t look at me like that.” He hugged my waist, wanted to kiss me.
I pushed him away “I can’t believe you acted like that in front of our new neighbor. What will she and our neighbours think of us?”
He shrugged “I don’t care.”
I pushed him away “I’m hungry.” I went straight the kitchen.
“Come on, babygirl. Don’t do me like that.” He followed me.
I sat at the counter and took a bite out of the aperas.
“Oh… Yummy!” I Mõ@ned, taking another bite.
It tastes so delightful and amazing, just like I imagined.
“You gotta try it.” I said to Chris.
He smirked as he leaned on me “I wanna taste you instead.”
“Stop being such a pervert and let’s enjoy our first food in Colombia.” I scoffed eating another aperas.
“Well, don’t eat all of em, I’m also here.” He took one.
“Didn’t stop ya.” I shrugged as he sat beside me and started eating.
TBC…
