Sleeping Beauty III

Camila's POV
I don't realize Alejandro's walking up to me until I feel his hands grasp mine. "Cazzo, your hands are shaking, baby. It's okay." He says his tone soft as he looks down at them.
The action is enough to snap me back into my senses and make me pull my hands away from him. "I'm fine." I say.
Alejandro pauses and when he looks up at me, he knows I'm lying. "Camila." His voice is soft and he takes another step forward. "Just let me take you up to your room so we can talk about this. I don't want you to be alone."
I shake my head, knowing he would take me up and then leave, not to mention he was the last person I wanted to be around right now. Silence falls and my voice softens. "I don't want to be alone." I confirm his words before looking up at him and pursing my lips. "But I don't want to be with you either."
And before Alejandro can even say anything Jacob walks back towards us and Alejandro's face wipes of the emotion. He sends a glare towards Jacob who seems oblivious to Alejandro's displeasure. "Hey, you ready to go?" He says smiling at me.
Alejandro's eyes flash with annoyance and he looks towards Jacob. "How about you mind your own business for once and let me have a conversation with my-" Alejandro stops himself from finishing that sentence, and instead grits his teeth, his defined jaw ticking.
Instead of playing into Alejandro's useless games I turn to Jacob and smile. "Yeah, let's go."
I don't look at Alejandro and instead walk towards Jacob as Alejandro's firm voice fills the hallway. "Non andare con lui." He says tensely, before silence fills the hallway."Per favore." He adds, his voice softer than I've ever heard before. (Don't go with him. | Please.)
The way in which he says the last part almost makes me hesitate. Almost.
But my only response is the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floors as I let Jacob accompany me to my bedroom.
Like I said, I was done.

Alejandro's POV
"Get out."
I turn away from my bed and move towards my closet as I take off my blazer.
Since when was it okay for people to come barging into my room? I specifically remember telling Greta to go home before I left to deal with the shitstorm  that was Viktor.
That man was a ticking time bomb. Had he not been so incompetent and careless I would have attempted to make squash this century  old war with the Russian's.
But the man couldn't be trusted.
He was messy and undeserving to as much power as he did, fortunately I only had to deal with the bastard whenever he decided to pop up.
Although his motives for tonight were 'hidden' the idiot was not so subtly in discretely getting at what he wanted.
Information.
He was here to find a weakness of mine. Ever since word had gotten around of me having a girl-one that I cared deeply for- people were trying to come at me left and right.
And when they did I pointed them right towards Greta. She was my cover.
They were all looking to find something to hold over my head, and apparently the only way was through the woman I loved.
Greta.
Not only was the fake relationship benefiting me in building my clean empire, it was helping me mask my personal life from the people that wanted to push me out from the top.
But I was a man that rarely ever stepped in. I had better things to do. I had a mafia to run and an empire to build.
But when that Jackass had pulled Camila into it, I was forced into getting involved. 
He came to my home, tried disrespecting me at my party and tried to threaten my Camila.
I wasn't going to let that slide.
I may not have cared for Greta's safety but Camila's had worked it's way up to top priority.
Only no one needed to know that because it was dangerous information that could work as ammo if it landed in the wrong hands.
And so to everyone else Camila was merely a nuisance in my life, while Greta was the woman I loved.
When in reality that was far from the truth.
When i don't hear the door shut, I stifle a groan. Greta still hasn't left and when I walk out of the closet still in my work clothing I huff in annoyance.
My patience with the woman was wearing thin and I was not in the mood to be fucked with tonight.
I send her a warning look telling her I wasn't going to repeat myself.
And when she meets my gaze, her spine straightens and and she stands from my bed, realizing that I wasn't in the mood to take her shit. "But I want to give you a birthday present." She purrs before she starts pulling her dress over her head. 
My shoulders tense at her words. The same ones Camila had said to me earlier. Right before she got on her knees before me.
My mind instantly flashes to the images of her blinking up at me with her wide addicting eyes as she took me far better than I would have ever dreamed.
Fuck, she was able to have me coming harder than I ever have, and that was without even burying myself inside her.
The sight of her like that was ingrained in my mind and I had no doubt that I would be reliving that moment when I was alone. Over and over again.
My pants tighten and I shift uncomfortably once I realize right now wasn't one of those times.
This was so wrong. I needed to get a grip. She had been an object of my sexual desires for far too long and it was dangerous. This was what I was scared of with mixing sex and intimacy with Camila.
She was able to get me to lose complete control, so much so that it got to the point where I was so lost in my own desires that I wasn't even considering how she was doing.
I didn't care about making sure she was okay in that moment. I was simply chasing my high, selfishly taking what I wanted.
Sure she had taken me extremely well but how long until I would be too, rough, too hard, too selfish? I would push it and hurt her to the point where I would chase her out of my life completely.
And to make matters worse I got so overwhelmed, I could do nothing but leave. I took the phone call as an out so I could gather my thoughts.
No wonder why she was so upset with me.
I wanted Camila so badly but I also cared too much to treat her like that.
"See, I knew I could convince you." Greta's laughter fills my ears and I look over to see her staring at me. More specifically at the tent in my pants. The tent that wasn't for her.
I shake my head and throw off my tie. "No I don't. I'm tired. You need to leave." I say before making a move to walk out of my room. I had yet to make sure Camila was okay and I wouldn't be able to sleep without making sure she was safe.
I can see the disappointment in her face which brings relief to mine. She wasn't going to fight this, she was going to leave. "Where are you going?"
"Checking on Camila." I say looking away from her and walking back towards the door only to pause at the sound of her voice.
"Jacob's already got it covered. Geez, can you go a second without hovering over your precious little princess." She mimics.
My hand reaching for the knob stills. "What?" I spit.
"He hasn't left yet." She replies, walking past me and opening the door. She leaves but not before placing a kiss on my cheek, a move that I don't move away from because I'm too busy reeling from the information shes just given me.
That son of a bitch didn't fucking leave?
He's in her room right now?
My vision reddens and the next thing I know my feet are taking me down the hall and towards the white bedroom door.
My heart is hammering and my blood is boiling with various forms of the same emotion trembling through my body.
Anger.
If he had touched her in any way, I wouldn't be able to hold myself back anymore. I may not have been able to harm him until the deal went through, but if he harmed a single hair on her head I wouldn't hesitate to beat the shit out of him.
Fury.
If he thinks for one second that he could come into my house and try to work his way into my Camila's bed, then he had another thing coming.
Rage.
The thought of him near her, touching her, kissing her in any way had my mind reeling.
I burst through her bedroom door without warning, only pausing when I look around the dark room only lit by a single lamp on her nightstand.
It's only when I near her bed that my anger dissipates into something far worse.
Hurt.
Camila was sleeping peacefully in her bed, looking just like the perfect angle she is. Only what tears my heart out is the arm wrapped around her waist, hugging her to a chest.
Jacob held her as she slept.
He was holding her.
He was holding my Principessa.
I couldn't do anything but stand there and watch as her small evened breathing hit the skin of his neck, like it did with me.
And it was like the weight of the world came crashing down on my shoulders.
The anger that burned in my chest grew impossibly hotter at the thought of someone else touching her. But the sight of her seeking comfort in someone else as they held her, fucking destroyed me.
Because no matter how much I tried I couldn't be angry and hurt her. All I could do was stand there and watch as she replaced me.
Had what we had not meant anything to her?
Was what I did so bad that she had given up on me?
The consequences of my actions come crashing in and I refuse to believe the reality of what was happening.
This is your own doing.
I force my footsteps out of the room and into my office before slamming the door and distracting the truth with a bottle of scotch. Only alcohol seemed to make the pain far worse.
It was only when I had downed nearly half the bottle that the pain turned into something else.
Revelation.
I was a selfish man, one that didn't deny my sins and true feelings.
Why should I start now?
Camila may not have belonged to me, but she was mine.
I wasn't going to sit around like a pathetic little boy and I sure as hell wasn't going to let her go that easily.
I craved her and when I figured out how to not ruin her I was going to have her.
All of her.