Caveman III
Camila's POV
I smile and go to respond but then I nearly jump when I feel a hand come to rest on my thigh, from under the table. And from the feeling of the cold metal rings on the skin of my bare thigh, I know it's Alejandro.
I peek at him from the corner of my eye to see him turned away from me and towards Arnold. Everything about his demeanour shows me that he's in a serious conversation with Arnold, but his hand on my thigh tells me that he may be speaking to him but his attention is elsewhere.
He's listening to Jacob.
I snap my eyes back towards Jacob, who's still scanning my face trying to think of another word and since I know Alejandro's listening, I decide to test my theory.
"Beautiful in my own way?" I offer, raising a brow at Jacob. I feel Alejandro's hand on my thigh still before it tightens, confirming that he is in fact listening to us and he realizes I'm taking a dig at him.
Jacob's brows furrow. "Of course not. You're much more than that." He scoffs like it's the craziest thing he's ever heard and I can't help it if I smile, ignoring the tightening grip on my thigh.
"Yeah, that is a pretty shitty thing to say to someone." I observe and when Alejandro's grip loosens, I push his hand off my thigh.
He's getting on my nerves.
"I have to disagree." Comes Alejandro's calm voice as he turns his head towards us. His lips are tilted into a polite smile, but beneath his sunglasses-hidden- are his eyes that are hard and currently glaring at Jacob.
Jacob raises a brow. "How so? That's a shitty backhanded compliment." He laughs, not aware of the true meaning behind mine and Alejandro's words.
Jacob continues to laugh eventually looking towards Alejandro to gather his reaction. And when he notices him not laughing, he sombers up and clears his throat awkwardly.
"It could mean lots of things." Alejandro says tensely, moving his arm to throw back over my chair, only this time he's not so subtle and his tone is sharp, not leaving any room for argument.
"For instance, it could mean that the word beautiful is so commonly used to describe anything and everything remotely pleasant, that saying she's beautiful in her own way implies her beauty is incomparable to just anything beautiful. It's much more than that." He grits out.
Jacob slowly nods and I can tell he's a little lost but he doesn't tries his best to act like he knows what Alejandro's on about.
I scoff, still looking ahead at Jacob but directing my words to Alejandro. "Or maybe, it could mean that she isn't beautiful enough." I say tensely, keeping my eyes trained on Jacob.
Alejandro scoffs. "That's ridiculous. Why would she ever think that?" He asks and I finally turn to look at the arrogant asshole who's raising a brow at me.
"I don't know? Maybe because she felt like she was being compared to someone else? Therefore being less beautiful than them?" I offer.
"That's not true." He denies wholeheartedly.
I want to reply but I stop myself when I realize everyone is staring between us with puzzled looks on their faces.
I clear my throat and send them all polite smiles, while Greta narrows her eyes in suspicion.
"Regardless, you deserve be told how remarkably divine you are every day." Jacob adds, his green eyes meeting mine.
"And who's gonna do that?" Greta butts in, side eyeing her brother weirdly.
Jacob doesn't look at his sister and instead sends me a flirty smile. "Well, I would of course." But before he can continue, Arnold stands calling Jacob as they excuse themselves for a business call.
My brows raise at his bold response. He was flirtier than usual. When the two men leave, a tense silence falls between the rest of us before Greta scoffs.
I narrow my eyes at her. "Do you have something to say?"
She looks up at me and smiles. "I do actually. Jacob's only kissing your ass because he wants to get you in bed." And then she does that ugly little pout face she does when she's about to mock me. "Too bad he doesn't realize you probably still sleep with a blankey." I narrow my eyes and my hands start to shake in anger, but she's not done. " You wouldn't even know how to pleasure a man-"
Before she can even finish her sentence we're interrupted by the slamming of a fist on the table.
We both jump and direct our attention towards Alejandro who's hard set eyes are now staring at Greta. He slowly stands and leans forward placing his hands on the table as he glared at her. "Watch your fucking mouth." He spits lowly in a tone I'm sure he's never used with her.
She realizes this because she sombers up and her eyes widen, enough for me to see the fear pass through them.
And for the first time in a while my heart flutters because he's standing up for me. He's doing-
The bare minimum.
My smile dims and my heart calms down.
"You will leave Camila alone for the rest of the night. And if I hear so much as one complaint, I wont be so kind next time." He growls and she blinks up at him in surprise.
"Am I clear?" He spits, his hand reaching to pull out his phone.
"Yes." Greta says, gritting her teeth as tears start to gather in her eyes.
Instead of responding he turns around and starts typing away on his phone as he speaks to her over his shoulder. "Go find something to do that won't bother me or anyone else until the party starts."
And when she dramatically gets up and storms out of the room with tears streaming down her face, he doesn't even turn to look at her.
I sit there processing everything that just happened and try not to show the smile on my face when Alejandro pauses and looks towards at me. "If she gives you anymore problems come to me and we will figure it out." He says sternly.
I stand up and walk towards the door, nodding tensely at Alejandro. But just as I walk past him he grasps onto my wrist and pulls me back into him. "One more thing." He says.
The move takes me by surprise and when I fall into his chest, he dips his head to look me in the eye. "You're far too beautiful to even be compared, I'm sorry if I made you feel like you were any less than that." He murmurs before moving forward to place a kiss on my forehead.
Instead of waiting for my response, his phone rings and he picks it up retuning to business mode. I step away from him, not knowing how to feel about the events of today as I watch him walk out of the room.
I'm still on the fence about him but he seems to finally be coming to his senses. Which is why I let the butterflies loose in my stomach. And instead of denying the emotions of excitement and glee towards the man, I set them free.
Maybe he was finally stepping up into the man I knew he could be.
My man.
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