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Camila's POV
That motherfucking bitch.
Someone ruined my dress and I'm certain it's the demon who's name rhymes with Feta.
The dress is a beautiful black sequence dress with a high slit that hugs my waist and lower body perfectly. It would have also hugged my bust perfectly had there not been a tear right down the middle of the top.
If I wore it like this my titties would be out in the open and I wasn't mentally prepared to deal with creepy men and their wandering eyes.
It had to have been her. The dress arrived last night, when I was busy cleaning Alejandro's wound. It arrived after the maids went home, but before all the other men got home and during Marco's workout, meaning the only one who was there to grab it from the delivery man was Greta.
She ruined my dress.
And I was going to unleash hell on that bitch.
Also known as, Alejandro. He was sure as hell going to be hearing about this.
I hadn't seen him since he disappeared into the conference room with Jacob and Arnold after lunch but it was half past seven and he had to be getting ready. After all it was his birthday party.
Which reminds me, I still need to get him a gift. But that could wait.
I barge through the doors of his room, my bare feet slamming against the wood floors as I use one hand to hold together my dress, the other flailing around angrily as I call his name. He emerges from his closet in a crisp white dress shirt, with the buttons undone, telling me he was in the process of getting ready.
My sudden fit of rage simmers down for a moment to appreciate the birthday boy in all his glory.
His shirt fits perfectly to his muscular frame, it hugs his shoulders and bulging muscles perfectly. His face is shaved and his dark hair is still wet and styled back with a few loose curls across his forehead.
My attention however is immediately drawn to the exposed skin of his lower abdomen and my eyes zero in on the perfectly defined V.
Fuck, he was so hot.
He raises his head for a moment to look at me before he looks back down, and focused on doing up his buttons."What's wrong?" He asks, snapping me out of my daze.
"Greta ruined my dress." I say trailing my eyes away from his lip that's jutted out in concentration. He looks absolutely adorable.
It's then that his phone chimes and he picks it up to check it. "What's wrong with it?" He mumbles looking down at his phone and typing away on it.
"She ripped it!" I say in outrage.
He sighs, "How do you know she did it? It looks fine to me." He says, his attention still on his phone.
I grit my teeth in agitation. "She was the last one to touch it." I snap, glaring at the idiot who's still not giving me his full attention.
"So you have no hard proof?" He hums distractedly.
I narrow my eyes, but instead of getting all hysterical I will myself to calm down. Instead I moving my hand away from my chest, allowing the tear to peek out and allow my breasts spill out. My entire bust was on display and you could see my black lace bra.
"Yeah, I guess you're right, a little cleavage won't hurt anybody." I say, staring at his head, waiting for him to look up.
He sighs, turning his phone off. "Good, it's nothing to get worked up over." He mumbles putting his phone back into his pocket before lifting his head. "Now, I'll see you-" His sentence dies in his throat once his gaze automatically finds the front of my dress.
There was no way any rational person would wear this out. It looked outright destroyed, but I knew it would piss him off. So I decided to roll with it.
I sigh, drawling his attention that's currently on my chest up to my face as I make a move to leave. "Anyways, I guess I'll see you down there."
He growls under his breath and takes a step forward. "Fuck no. Go change." He rebukes, his eyes widening in outrage.
I raise a brow. "Last I checked you weren't the boss of me." I reply in a harsh tone of my own.
He clenches his jaw, his eyes snapping away from my cleavage once again to look me in the eye. "You know what I meant, Camila. You can't go down there like that." He says tensely, shaking his head.
"Why not? I should be able to, if I want to." I say titling my chin up in defiance.
Alessio steps forward his face eerily calm and serious. "Camila, listen to me. A lot of the men down there are not the type to be messed with in any way. Respect isn't in their vocabulary unless you're holding a gun up to their heads. These are dangerous people that are unpredictable and although you can do whatever you want, I strongly advise you against this."
I swallow thickly, fear and doubt crawling in.
Alejandro's voice is firm and serious. "And I will absolutely not put you in a position like that especially when I won't be able to watch over you the entire time. I simply cannot afford to spend my night following you around making sure no one does anything I wouldn't like." He replies tensely, looking into my eyes and I know there's no room for argument.
I hated how right he was, I needed to be smarter about this. Going down there and causing trouble just to prove a point would end badly, especially in a room with powerful criminals who had no respect for women.
"Camila, Please go change." He commands. He's not asking.
I wasn't going down there like this but I still didn't appreciate the way he was speaking to me. "I don't like being told what to do." I say, eyeing him.
And I guess he wasn't having any of my behaviour, because the next thing I know he's moving forward and throwing me over his shoulder. "If I have to personally see to it that you change, I will. But you will change and that is final." He growls, walking towards the door.
My protests fall upon deaf ears as he walks us into my bedroom, only setting me down once we get into my walk in closet. "You will pick another dress and wear it." He orders, positioning himself in front of the door.
He crosses his arms and takes up a stance telling me he's not going anywhere until I change and I glare at him in irritation. But after he shows no signs of budging I huff in annoyance.
"Why do you care so much?" I huff turning around as I go through my drawers desperately searching for something else to wear.
"Because you cannot have those people see you like this." He spits from behind me.
I turn around to see his jaw tight as his eyes trail my form, lingering on my exposed chest.
I cross my arms. "Those people or Jacob?" I ask.
His face hardens in rage, before he takes a step closer to me, his tall frame making the room look tiny. "Those people including Jacob." He growls, his accent peeking out, telling me he's upset.
"What if I want him to see?" I challenge. At this point I was just riling him up on purpose.
His takes another step closer, backing me up into the wall. His face turns calm yet dangerously possessive. He moves closer until he's towering over me and when he brings his hand out to play with a piece of my hair, my breath hitches. "You want him to see you like this, yes?" His voice is low and husky.
I swallow thickly and he dips his head as he starts to trails his nose across my cheek. "Why?" Hs murmurs and I slump furthur back into the wall for support in fear of my legs giving out.
This side of him terrifies me yet it also excites me.
He pushes himself even closer to me burying his head into the crook of my neck. "Are you not satisfied with what I've given you, Principessa?" He hums, the feeling of his lips ghosting over the skin of my neck sending goosebumps all over my body.
"The way I've held you? Touched you?" He murmurs, his hand moving down to my waist to give it a squeeze. "I asked you a question." He speaks and I no longer feel like I have any control.
He lifts his head and raises a brow at me. "You like the way I touch you, yes?"
"Yes." I breathe my hands coming out to rest on his chest to steady myself against him. His proximity is sending me into a frenzy.
He hums, a small satisfied smile on his face as his hands come out to rest over mine that are on his chest. "Bene, now go be a good girl and change out of this." He says his eyes trailing down to my chest.
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