Mirabelle's POV continues
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The party began approximately one hour ago but I haven't seen the sight of Adrian or Santiago. Camilla invited Tiana but she couldn't come, she said she was going somewhere for a while. Maybe that's why Camilia is drinking so much, she's been here for barely thirty minutes but she's had more to drink than most people. Molly being the dumb dumb she is, is helping her increase the count of drinks she takes tonight. If my count is correct, she's past five drinks now.
Molly gives Camilla her phone to take pictures of her, I slant in my seat next to Camilla as she takes Molly's pictures.
Camilla pauses, dropping Molly's phone into her lap as her gaze shifts to the entryway of our section. Adrian and Santiago are here, they're dressed in the same clothes as they were when they left this morning. “Hey Santiago.” She grins, ignoring Adrian's presence.
Adrian's expression goes from despair to awe in the shortest interval. Santiago and him share a look before he hastily squeezes between us, I move without any objection. “I'm sorry.” He says, his tone filled with sincerity.
My gaze shifts to Santiago, “What's going on?” I ask him. He says nothing but he does grab the whole bottle of tequila on our table.
“Do I look stupid Adrian?” Camilla snarls, her attention shifting from him to the bottle Santiago has to his lips. “Who is she?”
Adrian shakes his head, gripping her hand but she instantly slaps him away. “Baby, who is who?” He murmurs and for a second, I believe him. Whatever it is, he has nothing to do with this. “I swear I don’t know her, I haven’t touched her and if I did then it was in the past or perhaps in my dreams. No, not in my dreams, I haven’t touched anyone but you in my dreams.”
I almost gag at how cheesy he is but then again, Camilla deserves no less than the simp Adrian has become for her.
“Where did you get this awful fragrance Adrian? I don't smell like this trash.” She roars.
Adrian finally relaxes, watching Camilla's cheeks flare up in outrage. “That's the lady in blue baby, I was visiting her and gave her a hug. That was it my darling, I did nothing.”
“Oh,” Camilla frowns, a hint of shame in her expression.
Why would Adrian visit a royal? And besides, he only sees her when he is angry or confused beyond measure in his Alpha duties so why now? What is going on between him and Santiago, and why don't I know of it?
Adrian leans into Camilla, placing a kiss on her cheek, “Give me a kiss baby.” He urges.
“Get it from one of your whores.” She counters with revulsion.
“Cami, Adrian was with me the entire day and I swear he didn’t touch any girls.” Santiago assures her, coming to the aid of his simpleton friend.
Camilla smirks at him, turning to Adrian with a softer expression. Adrian gasps audibly, “You trust him more than me?”
I let out a laugh, slapping his hand with all my Zeta power yet in a playful manner.
“We all do, Alpha Adrian.” Adrian caresses his arm and Camilla shoots me a glare, I raise my hands.
Adrian hauls her into his lap, she doesn't put up a fight. They watch each other silently, having an unspoken conversation with each other. Ignoring them, I watch Molly acting out of character with the boy next to her. Santiago wastes no time smacking his head with the back of his hand.
Camilla let's out a wail, making me turn to her and Adrian. Adrian grins, “What princess, what's wrong?” Camilla shakes her head, wiggling in his lap. “Use your words my darling.” He urges.
Camilla doesn't respond this time, instead she jerks in his lap and lets out a sigh. Adrian's hand comes up from where it rested and he licks his fingers. Did he just? God no, these two are too much if you ask me.
She rises from his lap, pulling her dress down. “Fuck you Adrian, you're sleeping alone tonight.” She spits, walking away with her an empty glass.
“We'll see baby.” He grins, watching her walk away. “Moon, is that dress new?” He asks, without turning to me. I nod, but sure if he can see me but he continues to lust after Camilla. “That dress should be illegal, look at how fine my baby looks. I'll have to order her another dress like this.” He murmurs.
“Hmm, you like it that much?” I ask, examining Ashanti's theory of the dress.
“Not really.” He breathes, momentarily gazing at me. “You think she's fond of that dress?”
I cock an eyebrow at him and grimace. “Why do you ask?”
His gaze shifts back to Camilla leaning over at the bar, her ass visibly stretching her dress in the process. “I just want to know how mad she’ll be when I tear it off her tonight.”
My jaw drops, my tongue slightly sticking out instantly. “You know what, I'm going to be over there...” I say, pointing to where Santiago sits. The bottle of tequila he found on the table was his only company.
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