Bullshit I
Camila's POV
My bladder was about to explode and it had everything to do with the brute using my stomach as a pillow.
Alejandro was laying on top of me only his head was buried into my stomach, his arms were wrapped around my waist but luckily my legs were spread apart so that they weren't crushed by his heavy ass.
I lift my head up and when my mind starts clearing up, I frown down at the sight of Alejandro's bare back, once I realize he's wearing just a pair of sweats.
When did he change into those?
But I didn't spend too much time fretting, for I needed to relive my bladder immediately.
When I finally manage to slip out from under him, I bolt to the bathroom. It's only when I'm done doing my business and go to pull up my underwear that I realize I'm not wearing any.
My brows furrow in confusion because I could have sworn I was wearing some last night.
That meant that there was a good chance Alejandro got a good feel at my bare coochie from our position last night, because I'm almost certain my nightie rode up.
Just like in my dream...
And then my eyes shut as my face cringes and I groan. I truly didn't mean to do that and I hope he didn't think it was some manipulative ploy.
I was done crossing boundaries to try and start anything with Alejandro. But I still couldn't help it if my mind would wander, so much so that I was having sexual dreams with the man.
It made sense that he would be the focal point of my sexual fantasies. Aside from just knowing him, Alejandro's sex appeal was beyond anything I was use to.
He was like sex on legs and I was a slut trapped in a virgins body.
Huffing in embarrassment at my attire, or lack there of, I brush my teeth and wash my face knowing that I wasn't going back to bed like this.
It isn't until I walk back into the room and walk towards my bed where Alejandro lays that I stop and stare down at the man.
He's flipped, now laying on his back and his toned chest is on full display. My eyes zero in on his chest and my face falls at the sight of the little scars and scabs littered across it.
They were my doing.
The cuts weren't nearly as deep as the one on my hand, so in the few days that had past his had started scabbbing.
I walk closer to stare down at him as pain fills my chest. Alejandro has his arm thrown over his eyes, most likely blocking the sun but I couldn't even admire him for I was too focused on the cuts.
I did this to him and I felt awful.
How could I hurt someone I cared for so easily? How could I have called him a monster when I had done all this?
I was the monster, not him.
I see him stir and when his lips tilt into a sleepy smile, tears gather in my eyes. "I can feel you staring at me." He murmurs. His morning voice so deep and rough, a complete contrast to the easy smile that graces his lips.
I don't respond, instead I swallow back my emotions as I start hastily wiping my eyes of the few tears.
I feel uncomfortable in my own skin knowing that I did this to him and on top of it I'm reminded of all the other things I've been putting him through.
I was a terrible person and I didn't deserve his forgiveness.
Alejandro's smile wavers before he's lifting his head up and moving his arm from his face and when we connect eyes, his face falls."What's wrong-" He instantly sits up, his face growing alarmed.
I shake my head not daring to talk for I couldn't bring myself to speak. His gaze follows mine down to his chest and understanding mixed with relief crosses his features.
He moves to sit along the edge of the bed and when he plants his feet down on the ground he spreads his legs and pulls me forward to stand between them.
"Why are you getting so upset over something so insignificant?" He frowns tilting his head to look up at me. His face searches mine as I keep my gaze glued to the marks. This wasn't unimportant.
I hear him sigh before he stands up, his chest coming into my line of vision in doing so and since he's so much taller than me, I'm able to get a better look at the scabs.
I slowly bring my hand up to lightly trace over them and I can feel his eyes on me. "I'm so sorry." I whisper, lightly shaking my head.
He then brings his hand up to tilt my chin up towards his face as he dips his head to stare into my eyes. "When I tell you it's okay, I mean it's okay, baby." He says his voice laced with finality, yet it's still low and soft.
I blink up at him and swallow away my emotions, a silent half assed way of saying I didn't believe him, which causes him to arch a brow at me, "Am I understood?" He asks firmly.
I hesitantly nod, and when I glance at his unimpressed face, I sigh. "Yes." I mumble, my voice still small and filled with guilt.
He nods seeming to be pleased before dipping his head further and placing a peck against my forehead, "Bene." He murmurs against the skin before tilting my face higher and placing a peck on my cheek. (Good)
"Some one as cute as you should never wake up sad." He murmurs before moving to place a kiss on the other cheek. My lips tilt and I find myself fighting back a grin. He moves down to ghost his lips over mine and his eyes lift to meet mine. "Don't start now." He says sternly before softly pecking the corner of my lips.
By the time he pulls away I'm smiling up at him and before he can move away I grasp his shoulders, and bring my face forward to place a kiss atop each little mark.
Alejandro's eyes widen in a mix of bewilderment yet amusement and I can tell he's trying not to laugh at my cheesyness but he doesn't pull away. When i'm done, I take a step back to properly look up at the handsome man that has the ability to make me feel so happy.
But when I do look up at him, my heart stops as my eyes cross over the little mark on his neck. A hickey.
The same one I gave him in my dream.
Oh my God.
That wasn't a dream.
Alejandro really-
And I-
Oh no.
My heart starts beating faster and all I can do to mask the pure mortification is stutter out random syllables as Alejandro looks down at me weirdly.
"Anyways you should go." I blurt, placing my hands on his chest and pushing him out towards the door.
His brows furrow and I don't dare to meet his eye even if I know he's beyond confused.
No, no, no. I really did hump his leg. What was wrong with me?
I was so convinced it was a dream that I gave up all rational senses and let my sexual desires take over.
"What?" He says his voice low and when his adorably confused sleepy face comes into my line of vision, I panic.
"Yeah," I say, looking around as I quickly try thinking of something that will get him to leave. I needed to process the humiliation on my own. "I just have a lot to do today. Plus it's almost noon and Marco's teaching me how to shoot today." I say.
He stills and looks down at me, his confused face turning into one of determination before he straightens out and squares his shoulders."That's not needed. I can do it." He declares, and I'm momentarily taken aback by the seriousness of his voice.
It's my turn to stop. "Why would you want to do that? Don't you have work to do?" I ask, it's a blunt statement but I'm genuinely curious.
Alejandro wasn't one to take time away from his work and business. He was a workaholic, after all. Not to mention he wasn't a patient man and it would be my first time shooting a gun.
It wouldn't work out.
Marco was patient and although he was quiet, I enjoyed spending time with him these past few days during these lessons.
Alejandro nods, but his jaw ticks and I can tell he wants to say something else but instead he continues to nod tensely, allowing me to push him out of my bedroom.
And when he's out I don't have time to think about his current reaction because I'm suddenly swallowed by humiliation.
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