#juan carlos ortiz fanfic
Juice Ortiz Imagine
It’s been a week or so after the lockdown and the the shit with Zebelle. Gemma is on the run for the “committed murder”. My work load got a little crazier with Gemma hiding out.
And I might have been avoiding Juice since the lockdown in his room. Not that it wasn’t hard everyone was too busy. The sons weren’t even working at the shop, they had too much to take care of.
A part of my craved to be with Juice, the way my body reacted to his. But I couldn’t even look at him from across the room. I felt like I was hiding out in my office.
I slowly peaked out making my way to Gemmas front office to get another cup of coffee. No one seemed to be around.
“Are you taunting me Y/n?” I heard Juice say. I gulped turning around seeing Juice looking at my ass. I didn’t wear the skirt of purpose, it wasn’t even that short.
“There’s nothing taunting about a pencil skirt and a sweater.” I said before adding creamer and sugar to my coffee. I could feel his eyes one me.
“Have you been purposely avoiding me?” He asked with a more serious look. I never seen him this serious before. He’s always just goofy and teasing.
“No.” I said before sliding past him and making my way to my office. He didn’t follow me.
About ten minutes later Juice came into my office with a determine look. He was wearing all back, probably came back from a run, that’s why I haven’t seen him all week.
“Ae we not gonna talk about what happened?” Juice asked as he paced back and forth.
“What about it Juice?” I asked slipping my coffee watching him unravel in front of me.
“Well why aren’t you talking to me? Was it bad? Did you regret it? Shit I probably should’ve took you on a date first.” Juice mumbled more to himself then actually talking to me. He was a nervous mess.
“Calm down, you didn’t do anything wrong.” I said sighing rubbing my eyes.
“Then why aren’t you talking to me?” He asked his warm brown eyes bore into my own.
“What do you want me to say?” I asked not sure where this conversation was going.
“Do you want to do it again?” Juice said looking at you with his big eyes.
“I - I don’t know. I Juice.” I mumbled trying to find the right words.
“I really like you, like completely fucked.” Juice admitted making me smile. I never thought it was more then teasing.
“I like you too.” I told him making his whole mode change within a second. He pushed himself over my desk, his hands resting as he leaned towards me.
“How about I take you on a date then first before I have my way with you in bed… again.” He said his slightly cocky self back again.
“Better be a really good date, I have high exceptions.” I teased happy that all the tension in the room left.
“I’ll pick you up at 7.” He said before leaning over placing a soft kiss to my lips and disappearing back to the shop.
