Bullshit II
Camila's POV
How was it possible that one singe interaction could ruin an entirely perfect day?
One fucking work.
Greta.
I was having a great Friday. It was a free day so there was no school, Marco took me out to start shooting. Granted I missed almost every target but I still learned a few things.
Then I enjoyed an extra long lunch with Divy as we lounged around the pool before Marco and I had tutoring. Only this time he had used an entirely different approach to get me to understand and it was working.
Overall it was an amazing day.
That was until I came down to the kitchen after dinner to finish the sweets Alejandro had given me yesterday. I had been saving them all day and that chocolate eclair was practically begging to be devoured by me.
Only that turned out to be impossible because I came down to see it being shoved into Greta's mouth. Not only was she eating my eclair but her body guard stood next to her eating my cupcake.
And the icing on the cake? She was here uninvited and Alejandro wasn't even around.
Instead of dealing with that hag, I turned around and stomped up to my bedroom, all the while contemplating if I should put what I learned today to use and shoot her in the head.
But then I realized I'd most likely miss, so it would have to wait until I perfected my aim. Instead I picked up my phone and dialed Alejandro, who needed to know how much of a psycho she was.
When he picks up I don't give him any time to speak before I start going into detail of everything that happened.
"-and that bald eagle was eating my cupcake! I saved the best for last and that fatass finished it!" I growl into the phone and when I don't hear any response I stop.
I could tell by his heavy breathing on the other end that he was there but Alejandro wasn't paying attention to me. "Alejandro? Are you listening to me." I ask, my voice showing that I'm getting annoyed.
His heavy breathing increases and I can hear him moving around. "Camila, it's not a good time." He quietly grunts and my demeanour instantly sombers up and turns into one of alarm.
Alejandro didn't sound fine.
"Alejandro? What's wrong?" I say seriously, my shoulders tensing.
I hear him suck in another breath before I hear shuffling. "I'm fine, I'm just a little preoccupied-"
"Cut the bull shit. Tell me where you are." I instantly say cutting him off. I could detect the lie in his voice.
"Camila." He growls in warning and before he can say anything else I hear a loud noise followed by the line going quiet.
I don't let myself panic and instead resort to dialing him again and again. But when he doesn't pick up my heart rate picks up.
I try Ethan but he's just useless, telling me Alejandro's fine and not to worry but I don't believe him. I won't be okay until I know Alejandro's okay.
And so I go to the only other person who could help, Marco. But he only brushes me off when I tell him we need to go out and find him.
"Alejandro is a grown man, one that can take care of himself." He says before he turns to walk away from me.
But I don't stop, instead I follow after him and keep pestering him until he eventually snaps and does something so despicable.
He locks me in Alejandro's bedroom.
I was only voicing my concerns but apparently my 'annoying voice' as he put it trumped the well being of his superior.
And now I was locked in Alejandro's room, pacing back and forth, waiting for him to return in the same room I had been avoiding for days.
But the room looks completely different. The window's been replaced and I can already tell it's a thicker one and all the furniture is brand new and different.
I liked it.
I'm instantly snapped out of my thoughts when the door opens and Alejandro walks in and I instantly detect a slight limp. But then he immediately straightens out upon seeing me.
He's in a perfectly tailored suit, on the outside he looks fine, impeccable in fact. But that doesn't stop me from move towards him and when he takes a step back I try to move even closer to him.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I say frantically, my eyes scanning his entire build but before I can get close enough he side steps me.
"Get out." Is all he says as a hard look crosses his face. He doesn't even look me in the eye and the next thing I know, he's walking past me and into his closet. His jaw is tight, his steps are precise and calculated yet hurried at the same time.
When I try to follow him into the closet the asshole shuts the door in my face, barricading himself in there.
But I wait patiently not planning to leave anytime soon and when he finally exits the closet, his eyes meet mine causing him to sigh in frustration and grit his teeth.
"I thought I told you to get out." He spits before pushing past me as he makes his way towards his bathroom. I instantly follow behind and slip in before he can close the door and lock me out.
"And I'm telling you I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong." I say sternly as he walks deeper into the room, putting some distance between us. I take a small step forward and sigh. "Are you hurt?"
He's going through the counter drawers and not looking at me but I can tell by his face that he's aggravated. "No. You just caught me at a bad time." And then he spins around and sends me a hard look. "Now, please get out." He says his entire body still tense.
I don't believe him for one second. He's being too cautious with how he moves his upper body and when he grits his teeth, I know he's in physical pain.
"What were you doing?" I say raising a brow and crossing my arms at his stubbornness.
His headstrong gaze meets mine and he knows I'm on to him, but instead of coming clean he clenched his left fist as he narrows his eyes at me. "I was in the company of another woman."
Both my brows raise. "Oh really?" I ask, unimpressed. Alejandro was an idiot if he thought I was stupid enough to believe he blew off business for another woman.
He already had two crazy women in his life that were too much to handle. Greta being more of a handful than me, and I knew he wouldn't go out looking for more headaches.
He simply nods, his eyes penetrating mine, telling me he's not backing down anytime soon. "When you called I was a little preoccupied which was why I was so..." He trails off.
But I wasn't backing down either.
I step forward and nod in understanding. "So breathless?" I offer and he nods stiffly. "So you're telling me you took time out of work, to have a random woman suck your dick?" I say my voice completely unimpressed and he only nods briefly.
I narrow my eyes and take a step forward and he takes one back only to run the counter. He's cornered. "Why?" I don't believe his bullshit for a second.
His jaw ticks. "Because I finally saw someone I was physically attracted to." He says in that same emotionless voice.
I purse my lips and take another step forward. " So you're saying you're not physically attracted to me or my body?" I trail.
Alejandro instantly diverts his gaze to study the clock on the wall as he seems unbothered. "No. I'm not attracted to you in that way." He says.
I hum and eye him as he continues to divert his eyes. Instead of saying anything I slowly bring my hands down and start to pull my shirt off, leaving me in my little lace bra. One that has my heavy breasts practically spilling out of them. I got my period earlier at lunch and so my breasts were larger than normal.
I fling my top at Alejandro's head and when it slaps him in the face, he stills before grabbing the shirt and growling under his breath. "I told you-" He spits and then he stops when he looks down to his hand, realizing what he's holding.
I watch as his head slowly turns and his gaze meets mine before his eyes slowly trail down to my front. And that look in his eyes, the dark, possessive, lust filled one confirms what I already know.
He's lying.
But I'm not finished with him just yet. Instead I walk forward as he forces his gaze away from my breasts that bounce with my movements and back towards the clock, only now his body is rigid and he swallows thickly.
When I get close to him I push my front to his and softly bring my arms up to wrap around his neck.
I make sure to stay away from his abdomen and side because I'm certain that's where he's hurt but he needs to admit it first.
Besides I'm not about to let him get away with what he just said.
He grits his teeth yet still doesn't look at me. I smile as I let my lips ghost over his jaw, "So you're saying that the idea of this," I breathe before I sensually slide my hands over his shoulders and straighten out his collar. He still doesn't look at me but I don't care because I'm too busy slowly dropping down to my knees before him and staring up at him.
His head instantly snaps down to mine, his eyes wide in shock mixed with something much darker as he watches me. I blink up at him, biting down on my bottom lip to stop my smile from forming. I had him.
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