His Prisoner II
Camila's POV
My laughter dies down and my smile instantly drops at the sight before me. More specifically the two people who are sat under a candlelight dinner at the small table in the corner of the kitchen.
Greta's eyes narrow in scrutiny but I ignore her with a roll of my eyes as my gaze naturally shifts to the man sitting across from her.
I cant tell if the pang in my chest is my heart skipping a beat or cracking. Romantic dinner aside, Alejandro was looking more put together than usual.
A crisp black blazer, a white dress shirt beneath where the only sense of casual was the way he'd popped a few of the top buttons of his suit open.
His hair was tamed, styled in the sense that he'd run his fingers through it with a hint of product and only a few curly pieces hanging out of place and falling against his forehead.
So handsome it hurt, and aside from Greta snapping photos of Alejandro and their perfect dinner, the man wasn't even looking at me.
Instead all his attention was to my left. At Mason. His hard eyes were looking at Mason and not even daring to meet mine.
"What are you kids doing home?" Greta's sweet tone drips with a condescending note as she not so subtly grabs Alejandro's hand over the table.
He shrugs it off, his attention snapping to carefully watch Mason and his every move like he's an unwanted pest.
"Kids?" Mason questions throwing an arm around my shoulder and raising a brow at her. "Aren't you like twenty two? You're closer to our age than you are his." He says nodding towards Alejandro, who's sitting there eerily quiet.
The moment I force my eyes to the ground to hide my smile, I feel Alejandro's attention on me.
I ignore it.
Screw him.
"I don't need her boyfriend talking back to me." Greta snaps turning to pout at Alejandro.
"Good thing I'm not her boyfriend then." Mason shrugs before looking towards the counter where a bottle of wine rests.
I nod ushering him to go grab it, the sooner we get to my room the better. He walks over, grabs the wine but then pauses at the sound of Alejandro's low voice.
"My house. My wine. Don't touch my shit." His voice is hard and patient, but even I don't miss the undertone of a threat.
The room erupts in a tense silence, Alejandro's behaviour taking me by surprise as I look at him. His face lacks any warmth, his eyes are narrowed in scrutiny and his fists are clenched.
Greta on the other hand is smiling triumphantly as she gives me the look. The look that says 'don't try me bitch'.
And even though he's not necessarily taking her side, the look she sends me tells me she believes otherwise.
Mason instantly sobers up, placing the bottle back down on the counter. "My bad... I didn't mean to be rude." He swallows thickly, playing his intimidation off somewhat well.
Instantly growing protective of my best friend, I step forward and grab the bottle of wine, Alejandro watches me intently without saying a word.
I grit my teeth in annoyance before reaching out and taking Mason's hand in my own. Alejandro watches the action, his jaw twitching as his gaze narrows on our intertwined hands. "Let's get out of here."
Furious brown eyes snap to mine and I hold his stare before sending him a patronising smile and turning to drag Mason to my bedroom. "Enjoy your date."
. . .
"What a dick." I spit through narrowed eyes as I storm into my bedroom.
"I bet he has a big dick." Mason laughs and I turn to glare at him before stomping into my closet. "What? That's probably the only reason your still pinning after him." He calls from my bedroom.
I angrily throw off my top and skirt, as I go to unclasp my bra. "He was so rude to you." I call out, shaking my head as I continue to huff to myself.
I was beyond angry with Alejandro's behaviour. Not only was he with Greta once again but he'd acted so rudely to my guest.
Who did he think he was? And why was he on a date with Greta if he didn't like her? Why were they on a private date if their relationship was only for publicity?
Fuck him.
Shaking my head, I angrily dress into matching shorts and a tank top before walking out into my bedroom.
Mason's at my desk going through the boxes of online orders that must have came in and when he looks up I send him an apologetic smile. He didn't deserve that.
But he just waves me off before I can even say anything. "I'm use to the whole alpha male thing. It's fine Cam." He assures, before his eyes move down to my cleavage and he raises his brows suggestively and I know what he's doing. He's changing the subject. It's what he always does because he doesn't like being serious.
I follow his line of sight, and roll my eyes as I adjust my top. "My eyes are up here you slut."
Mason scoffs before going back to inspecting the packages "I was looking respectfully. Also how am I the slut? Aren't you the one lusting after the man who's supposed to be taking care of you?" He challenges looking back up at me, his eyes dancing with mirth.
And then he picks up the La Perla box and opens it without even asking. I growl under my breath before walking towards the boy who needs to be yelled at for going through my stuff.
But the idiot lifts the lid exposing the undergarments I had ordered for myself, and I can already tell he's going to make a stupid comment. "Aw princess Cam bought lingerie. How cute, were you hoping he'd fuck you in this?" He pouts mockingly.
"Shut. Up." I spit walking over to him and grabbing the box from his hands. I had ordered these back when I was mad at Alejandro and wanted to spend a lot of his money to make him mad. But he hasn't even said anything about it.
Mason laughs and I know he thinks he's right. "Fuck off, you wish you could fuck someone like me." I spit growing angry with his annoying laugh.
He purses his lips in thought before looking me up and down, still laughing." You'd get my dick hard if you were about twenty years older with more experience. And by experience I don't mean a little pink vibrator and those little hands." He smiles.
I scrunch my face up in disgust. "Gross." I cringe., deciding to ignore what he had said about me being experienced. I wasn't that experienced anymore.
"Nah, more like fucking sexy." He smiles as he stands and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a white wife beater underneath.
"Oh really?" I challenge and he nods.
I giggle to myself before sobering up and clearing my throat as I look towards my best friend. "Oh, Mason." I gasp loudly, my voice high pitched as I mimic the older women he sleeps with. "Yes, right there, so much better than my husband who needs viagra to get hard." I mock, moaning in exaggeration as I try not to laugh.
Mason laughs before shaking his head, "No, no. It's more like 'oh my Mason' " He mocks his voice going up into a high pitched shriek. "And I'm all like ' yes baby'" He says only he makes his voice ten times deeper than it actually is, and then he goes on to release an exaggerated groan.
I burst into a fit of silent giggles as he continues to make exaggerated cringe sexual noises while we take turns chugging the wine.
It's only when Mason dives onto my bed that we stop at the sound of pounding on my bedroom door.
We share weird glance but Mason shrugs before stretching out on my bed, unbothered. With a sigh I unlock my bedroom door and pull it open only to come face first with a fuming Alejandro, who looks lethal.
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