I was still in José's car at the time. We were driving to his house. He was driving pretty fast, which is something I despise. He placed his warm big hands on my thighs as he drove down the road. I looked at him, and he gave me a sultry grin. To be honest, I was about to slap him for it, but he's good looking, so I'll forgive him.

Because of his quick driving, it didn't take him long to get to his house. When we pulled into his driveway, I took a look around and, to be honest, I really like his house. It's lovely, and it's clear he spent a lot of money on it.

I'm curious what he does for a living. I hope he doesn't sell drugs because I'm sick of dealing with drug dealers. He got out of the car, walked over to my side, and opened my door for me. He took my hand in his and helped me out of the car. He closed the door behind me, and we proceeded to his front door. He let me in first by opening the door. I took a look around his house, and it's very nice.

Jose gently took my hand in his. "Let me show you to the kitchen."

I nodded as he walked me slowly towards the kitchen. I took a look around the kitchen, and it was also quite nice. He led me to the kitchen table and drew a chair for me. I took a seat, and he pushed my chair in.

He took a step over to his wine cabinet and began looking through it. He then smirked at me as he turned around.

"Can you tell me what kind of wine you like?" He inquired.

I gave him a friendly smile. "Of course, red wine."

He nodded and reached for two wine glasses. He started filling the glasses with wine. He then approached me and handed me my glass. We raised our glasses and began to drink.

"What are we going to eat for dinner?" I inquired of him.

He returned to the kitchen and began gathering ingredients for a meal. "For dinner, I'll prepare my favorite Cuban dish, Cuban Shrimp Creole."

I looked at him with a wow expression on my face. "Wow, that sounds incredible. I'm hoping it tastes as good as it sounds."

As he grabbed the shrimp out of the freezer, he laughed. "Believe me, sweet heart, it'll be delicious. This fine ass man knows exactly what he's doing."

I had a good laugh at him. I decided to get up and take a look around his place while he was cooking dinner for us. As I looked around, I noticed a photograph of him, his children, and his ex-wife. His children, like his ex-wife, are stunning. His son resembles him, and his daughter resembles his ex-wife.

"Your children are lovely. Your son resembles you exactly." I said as I looked at the picture again.

"I appreciate that. I'm sure my son will grow up and get all the women like me." He laughed.

As I approached him, I rolled my eyes at him. "Sure, whatever. Are you certain you understand what you're doing over there?"

He smirked as he looked at me. "Of course I'm aware of what I'm doing. You think you know how to cook, don't you?"

I laughed as I stood next to him. "I am a competent cook. I'm confident I can cook better than you."

He started cleaning the shrimp. "I promise you, you can't cook as well as I can."

Soon after, he cut his finger with the knife. He began to bleed, and I immediately intended to treat his wound. I started cleaning it up for him and then applied a bandage to his cut. He started looking into my eyes, and I could feel romantic tension from him.

I couldn't help but smirk back at him because of the way he smirked at me. Before this moment turned into something else, I snapped out of my thought.

I give him a gentle pat on the hand. "There you have it. As good as new. You wouldn't have cut yourself sir if you were such a good cook."

He returned to the stove and started cooking the meal. "Haha, very amusing. It was only a small slash. I can still cook better than you."

I laughed and decided to leave him alone so he could cook in peace. He finished cooking the food in just 30 minutes. When he was cooking, he held both plates in his hands and sat one in front of me and one on his end. He sat down and began to eat his meal.

I didn't want to eat it at first because I wasn't sure if he was a good cook. So, while I was debating whether or not to eat the meal, he was smiling at me.

"Are you going to eat your meal? Your food will become cold. Give it a shot." He said this as he chewed his food.

"I'd never had a proper Cuban meal before." With a small smile, I said to him.

José walked over to me after cleaning his mouth and dusting off his clothes. His 6 ft. frame stood in front of me. He took my spoon and scooped up a small amount of food while holding my chin still. I opened my mouth while looking him in the eyes, and he slowly inserted the fork into my mouth.

I started chewing the food, and I have to say, this man is a fantastic cook. This food is incredible. I looked at José while chewing, and he had a smirk on his face. He was probably waiting for me to tell him how the food tasted.

"So? How does the food taste?" With a curious expression on his face, he inquired.

As I chewed my food, I covered my mouth. "It's actually quite good. It appeals to me."

His grin widened even more. "I had a feeling you'd enjoy it."

He sat down and resumed eating his food. "Can you tell me what you do for a living?"

When he asked that question, I almost choked on my food. I'm not going to tell him what I do because he could be a cop or an enemy of Manny, so I have to be cautious about what I say to him.

"Right now, I'm in school to become a successful doctor, but I'm also working a good paying job to keep me stable." I then directed my finger at him. "What about you I thought you said you were staying in Cuba? I don't think I'd expect you to own a home in Mexico."

He was wearing an impressed expression on his face. "So you want to be a doctor, do you?" I should've known because of how quickly you cleaned and bandaged my wound, and I'm a well-known actor and model in Cuba. Actually, I have two homes right now. I've got one in Cuba and one here."

I had an impressed look on my face as well. "Well, that explains a lot, and you do appear to be a modeling type of guy."

He winked and laughed at me. "Are you implying that I'm sexy?"

I laughed and started sipping some wine. "I think you're a very attractive man. By the way, how old are you?"

He laughed again. "I appreciate it, and you're a gorgeous woman yourself, and I'm 41."

When he said that, I almost spit out my drink. I mean, he does appear to be an older man, but I wouldn't have guessed he was 41. He looks very young for his age. I'm not saying 41 is old, but some people tend to age faster in their forties. I've never gone out to dinner or on any other occasion with an older man before.

I replaced my wine glass on the table. "Wow, sir, I'm a little young for you."

He seemed perplexed as he looked at me. "What exactly do you mean? What is your age?

I gave him a jittery grin. "I'm 25 years old. I've never gone out to dinner with an older man before."

"You're young, but not as young as I thought, and you should probably date an older man anyways. Older men are better at handling situations than younger men." While sipping his wine and winking at me, he said.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and sipped some more wine. "Can you tell me what we're having for dessert?"

He set down his wine glass on the table. "I was hoping to have you for dessert."

When he said that, my eyes widened. I hope he understands that I'm not planning anything sexual with him. I came here solely to make Manny envious. I didn't come with the intention of engaging in sexual activity with him.

He laughed as he looked at me. "Don't worry, I was just kidding."

When he said that, I began to giggle. Don't get me wrong, he's a very attractive man, but it's not going to happen. I heard a small knock on his kitchen window just as I was about to say something. We both looked out the window, but there was no one there.

José rose from his seat at the table. "Wait a minute, I'll be right back."

He stood up and walked away from the table. I'm guessing he'll investigate what that noise was all about. I decided to finish my meal and drink the rest of the wine while he was doing so. He reappeared after about 2 minutes, putting something in his back pocket. He's probably putting a gun in his pocket.

He was wearing a grin on his face. "Please accept my apologies. I'm not sure who's playing outside my window. Perhaps it was the wind that blew the tree into the window."

I started cleaning my mouth and hands. "I hope that's the case, but Mr. Levy, where's the dessert?"

He walked towards the kitchen with a smile on his face. "I hope you'll enjoy this Cuban Flan I made. This Flan taste like a creamy, vanilla/caramel custard. It's a rich dessert with a homemade caramel sauce."

He took the dessert from the refrigerator and placed it in front of me. To be honest, it looks delicious, and I'm confident it tastes just as good. He sliced a piece of it and fed it to me. The flavor was just melting on my tongue as I chewed.

I chewed with my mouth covered. "Oh my gosh, this is delicious."

I heard another knock at the window while Jose went to the refrigerator to get his Cuban flan, but this time it was a small knock that only I could hear. As I looked out the window, I noticed someone standing there dressed in black, but I couldn't tell who it was. I rose from my seat and walked over to Jose.

"Let's go into your living room and watch television while eating this delicious Cuban flan." In a nervous tone, I said to him.

He wore a big grin on his face. "Sure, let me get some more wine for us."

As he finished grabbing everything, I returned my gaze to the window and noticed that the person who had been standing there had vanished. I'm not sure if that person was someone Jose knew or not, but I have a suspicion who it could be.

We entered the living room and took a seat on the couch. This is, without a doubt, the most comfortable couch I've ever sat in. He turned on the television and then turned to face me.

"What would you like to watch?" He inquired while accessing Hulu, Netflix, and a variety of other services.

I placed my finger on my chin and began to consider what I should be watching. "I think we should watch American Horror Story: Coven. It's a fantastic show."

He went to Hulu and slowly typed in the title of the show. "I've heard of that show and don't particularly want to watch it, but since you mentioned it. I suppose we can."

I laughed and pushed him in a playful manner. "Boy, please. This is by far the best season of them all. Just watch it and you'll enjoy it."

He chuckled softly and nodded his head. "All right, if it's not good. You owe me."

I sipped my wine while rolling my eyes. We started watching the show, and both of our eyes were glued to the screen. I felt Jose's warm hands on my shoulders as I continued to sip the wine. While we were watching television, he began to hold me.

I was about to look at him like he was insane, but I'll try not to be so cruel to him. Jose had already asked a slew of questions about the show after only 10 minutes into episode one.

José's face was puzzled as he looked at me. "Are all of those girls witches?"

I laughed as I rolled my eyes. "Yes. Those girls are all witches. They all have different abilities."

He nodded, as if he understood everything I said. We continued to watch the show, and Jose looked at me with a puzzled expression again a few minutes later.

"What made that woman smear human blood all over her face? That's revolting as hell."

I rolled my eyes and cupped my hand over José's mouth. "Her name is Delphine LaLaurie. She used human blood to wash her face as a beauty treatment, so please keep quiet and watch the show."

He laughed and gave me a playful smirk. We were watching television for about ten minutes when I began to feel extremely sleepy out of nowhere. I tried everything I could to stay awake and watch television, but my eyes were getting tired. I was knocked out for about a minute.

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The sound of my phone ringing jolted me awake. I got up and looked at my phone, but my eyes were still blurry from waking up, so I couldn't see anything else on it. When my vision became even clearer, I looked at my screen and saw that Manny had left several missed calls and that Rubi had sent me a text message.

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Manny is behaving like a fool right now. You'd better get your ass home as soon as possible.

Text Sent at 11:00am

I immediately leapt to my feet, realizing that I had been in Jose's house for far too long. I looked around and realized I was in bed, and I noticed Jose wasn't sitting next to me. I rubbed my fingers through my hair, frustrated, because I know what will happen when I return to Celina's house.

Manny is going to be upset because I didn't come home last night. I got up and went downstairs to see if Jose was still here. I finally saw Jose while looking around. He was on the phone and holding a coffee cup, and he was dressed in only sweatpants and slides.

José looked at me and motioned for me to wait a second while he raised his finger. Waiting for him to finish his conversation, I sat down on his couch. He was finished in about a minute and walked over to me.

"Good morning, beautiful. Would you like me to make you some breakfast?" He inquired.

"Thank you, but no. I'd like to ask you a question."

He gave me a puzzled look. "Sure. Can you tell me what your question is?"

I began tinkering with my fingers. "Did we do it? You know what I mean? Last night?"

He laughed as he looked at me. "No, you passed out drunk, and because I'm a nice gentleman, I've decided to put you in my bed while I sleep in my other room."

I exhaled a sigh of relief. "Ok, thanks for putting me in your comfy bed. I believe it is time for me to return home."

"Are you certain you don't want me to make you breakfast before you leave? I know you're hungry."

I really want him to cook me breakfast, but I just want to get back to Celina's house. I stood up and began gathering my belongings.

"I appreciate it very much, but I'm just ready to go home. I had a great time with you and was grateful for dinner. By the way, it was delicious."

He got up from the couch with a nod of his head. "I'm glad you had a good time. Allow me to put on a shirt and drive you home."

He dashed upstairs to change into a shirt. It took him only a second to return downstairs. We both exited his house after I put on my shoes and grabbed my purse. He opened the door for me to get into his car, which I did, and then he closed the door behind me. He dashed over to his side and entered. He revved up his engine and sped away.

I looked out the window as we drove down the road, thinking about how angry Manny will be when he sees me because I'm coming home so late. I'm not looking forward to his shenanigans, but I might as well prepare for them. José arrived at Celina's house a few minutes later. He pulled into the driveway and looked at me with those stunning eyes.

"How come you're staring at me like that?" With a smile on my face, I asked him.

He licked his lips and smiled even more. "Will I be able to see you again?"

I sighed. "I'm not sure for sure. Time will tell. Thank you for dinner, though; I had a great time."

I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. I got out of the car and walked to the front door. He blew the horn at me, I waved, and he sped away. When I opened the door, I saw everyone at the kitchen table. Everyone's gaze was on me, and I noticed Aleah and Marcus were present. I'm pretty sure Celina let them stay the night. Manny was also staring at me with a death glare.

I waved to everyone. "Hey. How y'all doing?"

Marcus smiled broadly as he waved at me. "Hi friend."

Celina waved at me, a puzzled expression on her face. "Hey there, sweetheart. Where have you been? I prepared breakfast for you."

I scratched the back of my neck. "I was out and wasn't paying attention to the time. I apologize."

Spooky burst out laughing. "I hope you're aware that your ass is in trouble."