Camilla's POV continues
“That's a logical argument you've presented.”
I smile, placing my phone back into my purse, pretending to focus on the event. I've bought three useless items already, items I'll be donating by tomorrow morning but it's for Clarissa, and her foundation, they do great things. After a few minutes, we call it a night, but people have already dispersed, even the devil has gone from his seat, his absence filling me with some consolation, consolation his presence took.
“That was the longest, most irrelevant charity event I've been to. But, atleast the after party is good.” Kingston grins, his gaze at the bar, eyeing a beautiful girl. The girl stands next to Kindred's Beta, she's young, but not too young and definitely looks like one of the girls he would be attracted too.
“She's cute.” I tell him, “I bet you can take her home tonight.”
“I could but I'm already taking four beautiful girls home tonight.” he counters.
I roll my eyes, rising from my seat. “Oh please, I'll go and check on the kids, and Beta.”
“Alright, if you don't see me I'm probably at the secret Alcohol Bar.”
“Okay,” I tap his shoulder. “If I wasn't celibate, I would fuck both you and her.” I wink, walking away from the table.
Kingston and my relationship stands in a tad bit of a complex situation, we've never actively been together as a couple. Our relationship isn't only sexual but it can't be more than it, we see other people, sometimes engage in sexual activities with other people or watch the other person but at the end of the day, we come home to each other, parenting our daughters together. There's no mishaps or miscommunication between us, jealousy? Sometimes, but it never lasts.
My plan is to look for Clarissa so she can guide me to where the kids are, but instead, I find Santiago's gaze. He's alone, waving at me. I smile, waving back at her before approaching him.“Camilla Mia Burton,” he grins.
“Hey.” I greet, instinctively going for a hug.
“Long time no see kid.”
“Long time?” I gasp, “Seems like days to me.” I retort.
Santiago laughs, pausing to look at me again. Silence becomes us, making me feel uncomfortable. Is he judging me? Obviously Adrian told him about Arieya and he too must think I'm selfish and immature for my choices.
“What?” I snort, tired of analyzing the possibility of his thoughts.
“I'm just really proud of you Camilla, you did great.” he tells me.
“I tried,” I shrug.
“Tried?” he laughs, “Camilla, you are the envy of every luna and Alpha in this room.”
I laugh at the sarcasm in his tone, I miss this. I miss my conversations with Santiago, they have something to them that I can't seem to find elsewhere, not even with Tee, Belle nor King.
“You seriously disappeared with Belle and forgot about me?”
“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that.” I genuinely say.
“You could have taken me with you.” he suggests.
I laugh, he's joking again. “You could never leave your loser friend,” I tell him. “And besides, he needs you you're all he has.” Santiago nods at this, making me smile. “I know we have a lot lot to talk about and we will, I'll make an appointment.We could do lunch, or something, but right now I have to check on some very naughty girls.” I tell him, hoping he doesn't assume I'm trying to get away from this conversation only.
Santiago nods, “Go on.”
I smile, extending one final hug to him before I leave, once again in search of my babies. This time I take the initiative to look through rooms, Clarissa has a huge pack house. Mine is fairly vast but not with rooms that lose people, I've been to six empty rooms already and I'm getting tired of looking. I've tried to ask a kid or two but kid's are running around and away from me, obviously because I'm a horror bedtime story for them. People really need to stop scarring them using my name, it's getting pretty annoying to see kids freeze up if not run away whenever I try to interact with them.
My bladder decides to fill, putting my search for Lauriana and Karla at a halt. I take three minutes if notfine in the bathroom, mostly checking my makeup and retoufhing it to perfection. Stepping out the bathroom, I'm met by the devil, they say I'm the devil. One hand in his pocket, the other against the wall, a custom watch I had designed specifically for him strapped on his wrist. I hate snarl, people call me the devil but he has long earned the title since childhood.
“So, that's my replacement?”
Replacement? I snort, King isn't anyone's replacement
“Alpha Adrian, you're in my way.” I plainly say, ignoring his previous statement.
“Is that so Mia?”
I flinch at the use of my name, I know he doesn't mean it as my name, but as a claim, a claim he lost long ago. The mere thought sparks anger, vivid anger. “Move before I make you,” I snap. Peering up at him because even with my stilettos, that can easily be mistaken for stripper heels, I'm short to him.
In response he smirks, “Don't do that with me, it doesn't work.”
“Do what?” I snarl, playing dumb despite knowing what he means. “I'm not interested in doing anything with you.”
“You know exactly what I'm talking about, I am not scared of you like every other man out there.”
“Perhaps you should be scared of me Alpha Adrian, I am a very dangerous person and I advice you to keep your distance and if you like standing on your feet don't stand in my way cause trust me Alpha Adrian, whatever bones Alpha Ryan didn't break..” I smirk. “I'll break them all, plus the ones he broke. So don't try me.” I tell him, my throat running dry from the lies I'm telling.
Adrian nods, peering down at me with a smile. It's dark, devious, it wipes my own smile. “Is that so my little darling Alpha?” he coos, his hand reaching to touch my face, but I put out, my foot rising to hit him in the crotch, trying to make a getaway.
It's an instinctive reflex, I flinch when he does to, but he doesn't reach to caress the area, his hand reaches for me, hauling me against the wall, both hands above my head. This position makes me feel funeral but I don't exhibit it, instead, I hold my smile to his frantic glare. “I warned you.”
“Careful, you're only tempting me to bend over and fuck you until you realize exactly who you're trying to toy with.”
“Did Ryan hit your head too or perhaps you're truly that dense.”
Adrian smirks, leaning in, “I think you know if I fought back, your brother would be dead right now.” he whispers, his hand tracing the slit of my dress. I flinch, I should stop him, I really can stop him but I remain motionless, eyeing him as he eyes me through his dark gaze, his hand teasing my skin through the fabric. “And we both know this cat and mouse game is only getting my dick hard, and to be honest with you, I haven't sank it anywhere near as warm as you breath in a while.” he murmurs, looking down to where his hand has found the slit opening, sneaking underneath the fabric.
I wiggle in protest but his doesn't budge, if anything, his hand seems to grip my hands tighter, firmly holding them against the wall. I want to knee him in the nuts once again but I'm not taking my chances with his earlier threat. My eyes trail down to his pants, only now registering the huge bulge in them.
“What? Is this activity making you as wet as I am hard?”
Yes.
“Fuck you,” I spit, my gaze veering to his face. “Wanna bet?” he grins, his hand instantly inching higher inside me, finding my panties with too much ease.
When I feel the graze of his fingers on my thighs, they part a little wider, handing him whatever access he needs. I hate this, I hate him, I hate me, and I hate my body for betraying me right now. Perhaps if I had rode King's dick prior to coming here, I wouldn't be this thirsty for his touch, but no, I have a bet to pull through. One that doesn't look like I will from where I stand right now.
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