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[indent]It was cute to think that any one King’s Academy’s young bachelors and bachelorettes, had the capacity to throw a wild rager. When you’ve been all around the work at the ripe age of 18 you’ve seen some shit. Coming from the Hills set a specific standard for XiXi when it came to parties. The one thrown by this Diablo? Or whatever he liked to call himself, wasn’t even a blip on her radar. No, instead, our stories main protagonist was away for fashion week. This didn’t mean the queen didn’t have her servants. After all, what good was a kingdom if you couldn’t rule. Her little birds would kotow and bring her steady updates of the party whilst making her way back home. 

It seemed as though the weather was in her favor, cutting the flight time on her private jet rather handsomely. Maybe she would be able to catch the tail end of this party. Heaven knows has she been there since the start, careers would be over and men would grovel. Ximena had a devilishly grin etched on her face as the cogs in her devious mind began to churn. What a better entrance than one that’s oh so fashionably late. Everything seemed to coincide to the drama filled queens wishes. Thumbing through her phone, Ximena played with her hair browsing through everyone’s snap stories. This Satan wannabe did seem to become a recurring theme. Perhaps he was worth an audience with the queen or maybe he was fit to be the jester of her court. 

The plane made landfall and like sand in the hourglass these were the days of their lives, slipping away. Ximena had door to door service, quickly being chauffeured back to her luxurious mansion. She tried to text and call her cousin since she hadn’t seen his face anywhere at the party. There was no respite for XiXi, her cousin must have been indisposed somewhere. This just meant she would get to hog the spotlight, I mean one De la Fuente was more than enough to satisfy the night. With a snap of her fingers like her favorite fictional villain, her maids poured into her room like an army of ants. She lifted her arms ever so gracefully, her movements as fluid as water. Piece by piece her clothes were stripped and replaced with fresh clothes. The assembly line of maids would ensure she was dappered down for this event. 

You can’t rush beauty, unfortunately Ximena had to pick up the pace if she would even make an impression on the party. One final kiss on her mirror was all she needed to complete her ritual. A thin layer of blood red lipstick affixed itself to her mirror. Ximena got in her car and made her way down to this kids party. Once she arrived, her phone was the first tool to come out. The Bluetooth speakers were available to pair with her phone. With one tap the music change from whatever garbage was playing to a specialized remix of In My Feelings by Drake, except instead of KiKi it was XiXi. With her intro set, Ximena entered the fray looking to turn heads. Particularly one in specific. 

After his fight with April, Santiago's euphoric mood had come crashing down like a house of cards. In his cocky, arrogant mind, the girl would never leave no matter how many times he'd screwed up. He could do whatever he wanted, and always have the absolute certainty that April Foster would always be there if he craved a bit of comfort and familiarity from a person who loved him unconditionally. The day of her voluntarily deciding to part ways - this very day - was one Diablo never imagined would come.

He’d be lying if he said tears didn't well up in his eyes for a second, and that at one point he decided to just quarantine himself in his bedroom. But, like always, that pride of his was stronger than any other feeling, and soon Santiago found himself in the balcony overlooking the happenings of his party. 

Out of nowhere, the song that had been playing suddenly stopped, and some strange remix of a Drake song began to play. Heads had begun to turn, and when his gray eyes followed the direction of their stares, he was floored to see one of the hottest Latina girls he'd seen in a while. The dark hair, the way her provocative clothes embraced her curvaceous figure, the arrogance and confidence with which she walked... Every previous thought he'd been having was now replaced by an overwhelming desire to bring this girl into bed with him.

Ximena walked down the lazy excuse for carpentry like a runway strip. She was obviously the best dressed there maybe only having Chanel as competition, but regardless she owned it. Her reputation was blossoming and buzzing in the halls of King’s Academy. People already thought she was a thot, but words couldn’t hurt her, her shades were Gucci. If King’s Academy wasn’t big enough in name, her notoriety granted the school even greater publicity. 

Oh, this bad girl walked as if she were on fire, left unburnt. Her eyes scanned the semi luxurious home, the pool, the bar. All looking for the big cats on campus, much to her distaste she couldn’t find this cheesy Diablo character. 

That was, until she took a sign from above and saw the gruff ‘hunk’ everyone drowned on and on about. [color=AD3434][I]'I wonder if he’s still with that April bitch? I do love a great homewrecking!'[/I][/color] she thought as she flipped her hair and wore a suggestive smile. She waved at Diablo hoping he would see her. 

Who was she kidding? Of course he saw her! After all, peacocks are hard to miss. 

To Diablo's satisfaction, the girl had wasted no time in looking around long enough to find his intrigued eyes staring right at her. Even better? She was staring right back at him. And not only that, but she seemed to immediately pick up on his intentions. The way she flipped those luscious dark locks back and gave him that smile, he knew she was aware of what exactly was in his mind at the moment, and had no problems with it.

Smirking at her, he nudged his head in the direction of the house: a silent invitation for her to join him on more  [i]private[/i] festivities.

She ran strands of hair over her mouth to disguise her smile, it was always funny to her how trivial men were. They were so easily manipulated, but that was her favorite part of the game. Ximena might have been most of the names that were attributed to her, however,  that didn’t mean she would make it easy for boys like Diablo. XiXi walked around taking selfies and updating her stories. The tabloids would surely be eating this up and sending the paparazzi on the way. She would have stayed to chat and interrupt these conversations fill with drivel, but she needed to steal the show. Hitherto, the party was as wet as the noodles in the pool. 

Ximena turned into the house through the sliding doors, making her ascension to the top of the balcony like an angel going to heaven. Except she wasn’t meeting god, but the devil himself in the form of man. Once at the top, she slithered to the boy who reeked of heartache, ready to pray on the unsuspecting. 

[color=AD3434]“Hey there, [i]papi chulo[/i]! What are you doing up here? Don’t tell me you’re one of those boring Gatsby types who likes to watch instead of touch...”[/color] she said, sighing in disappointment. 

Her comment earned her an appreciative chuckle from Diablo. Smoking hot, Spanish-speaking [i]and[/i] a sense of humor? Guess it was true when they say you gotta take some of the bad to get some of the good. [color=D11717]“Nah, beba. I came over here to check on how things are looking down there. This is the best spot in the house for it.”[/color]

Ximena was pleasantly surprised to hear that Spanish accent and such sweet pet names so early on. It was almost enough for a girl to cry, but she wasn’t one of those girls at a Romeo Santos concert. She actually hated those types. 

[color=AD3434]“So your name isn’t just for show, then… Good.”[/color] she mused, playing with her hair again. [color=AD3434]“I’ve never looked up to anyone so I hope you weren’t looking down on me.”[/color] Ximena walked over, placing just her index finger on his cheek. She seductively walked foot over foot to the other side of him. Her finger never left his face as it brushed past his stubbles, onto his lips, then back onto the adjacent side of his untrimmed beard. If succubi were real, she was in form tonight. 

[color=AD3434]“So tell me why they call you Diablo, but more importantly: why should I care?”[/color] Ximena said playfully giggling as she tapped her perfectly manicured nail against her pearly whites.

It was not lost on Diablo how well-versed this mystery woman was on the art of seduction. He didn't flinch or move away from her teasing touch on his face, nor did his eyes from her attractive figure. In other circumstances, he would have played along, enjoying the cat and mouse game between him and his prey until he got what he wanted. But tonight, all he desperately wanted was a way to forget about the shit with April. The sooner, the better.

[color=D11717]“Why tell you when I can just show you?”[/color] he replied, raising his eyebrows suggestively and placing his hands on her hips. His grey eyes were locked on hers now, and he tried to translate his intentions to her with one look.

Ximena silently frowned, she liked a man who knew what he wanted and was straight forward but this was not that. The king of the jungle was wounded and left hurting, it was a sad sight. Whatever strings that were left in her cold heart, were being tugged as she saw the pain in his eyes despite his stoic demeanor. She was just hoping she wouldn’t need to hold him after sex while he cried his eyes out. Who said bad girls couldn’t do good things? 

Despite her dumb bimbo facade, XiXi knew sometimes people need to fuck away the pain. Luckily for Diablo, Ximena liked the sad puppy type, and it didn’t hurt that Diablo was quite the tasty-looking snack. 

[color=AD3434]“[i]No te preocupes[/i]: you don’t have to say anything,”[/color] Ximena said as he put his hand in hers and began to tug at him in the direction of the bedroom. 

Wasting no time, Diablo guided XiXi back to his bedroom. The young man made sure to lock the doors and draw the curtains on the balcony’s glass doors before grabbing her by the hips and wrapping her up in a deep kiss. What had started off as a spark was quickly turning into a raging fire, as evidenced by how his lips and actions became more intense, as if he was nothing but a starving man feeling hungry for the woman he was with. Soon enough, April Foster was pushed to the back of his thoughts, and Santiago's selfish mind was focusing on making himself feel good again.

And there it was, the flame that she had been waiting for. The way he touched...no that’s not right. The way he grabbed at her skin and pulled on her hair, was a sign of pure passion. It didn’t matter who he was thinking of, the intensity is what XiXi came for. Most girls would hate to be used, but they were using each other and they knew that. She matched the young stud’s energy as any succubus could. Ximena would make sure this would be a night Diablo would never forget as they reached together all 9 levels of [i]El Infierno [/i]. 

And just like that, this party was [b][i]over[/i][/b].[/indent]