The girl who cried Wolf I
Alejandro's POV
Power is silence.
There's always going to be someone sitting on the sidelines, waiting for you to fail and more often than not it's someone who's once smiled at you, greeted you or even congratulated you.
Which is why you never share anything important with those around you. You never know who's waiting to use it against you.
You don't share your good days and you don't share your bad days.
You simply go on about your day and hope to God no one pisses you off. For your own sanity and theirs.
But even that seemed like too much to ask for these days. I couldn't get some time to work in peace without some sort of disturbance.
Even now I could feel it coming.
It started with the clicking of her heels as she walked into the room, and then it was the harsh breaths escaping her flared nostrils. And when she couldn't take enough of me ignoring her, Greta decided to shatter the peace and quiet by opening her mouth.
I don't both to look up from my desk at the sound of my name and instead offer her a distracted hum.
"She did it again!"
I glance up from my papers to meet her eyes, hoping to God that the look on my face told her what I didn't have the energy to say. Leave me alone.
But instead I'm met with that sneer on her face. The same one I've been seeing too frequently in the last few days since she's decided to come by more often.
The same one that she's reserved for Camila
Greta's frequent presence in the manor hadn't been serving well for anyone. Not only was she disturbing all our lives but Camila and Greta were constantly at each other's throats and it was a never ending cycle.
It had been a few days since the breakfast I had with Camila, and instead of things turning out better for us all that came out of it was Camila's need to act out.
It was as though our conversation acted as a catalyst for her behaviour towards Greta.
In fact, I had an inkling she was picking fights with Greta on purpose, with the intention of having Greta come complaining to me.
It went from little snide remarks to Greta claiming Camila was trying to ruin her career.
Camila leaked a video of me yelling at the staff to a gossip account, and now people are cancelling me for being a bitch!
Camila told the chef to cook only Italian food even after I made it clear that I couldn't have any carbs or meats!
Camila this, Camila that.
And I was fucking sick of Greta's whining. "If she's so bothersome, why don't you leave?" I say looking back down to my paper.
It was clear what Camila was doing. She was trying to get a reaction out of me.
But Alejandro 2.0 wasn't going to crack. He was rational and calm. He didn't let his anger get the better of him.
It was a step in the right direction. I was changing for her and I was going to start by not being so caveman like.
So when I found out she had lied or purposely messed with Greta, I was nothing but accommodating, even if all I wanted was to put that brat in her place.
And fuck, did I have a few ideas on how to put her in her place.
It was understandable why Camila was trying to make my life a living hell, but Greta was unaccounted for.
Her mere presence pissed me off and the more she was around, the more I found myself forcing my hand away from my gun.
I couldn't kill Greta.
"What did she do?" I ask, my tone telling of just how little I cared.
I hear her huff, "She's hogging my lounge chair."
I pause and look up at her, gritting my teeth in annoyance. She sounds absolutely ridiculous and when she continues to pace around my office, huffing like a fucking horse, I know she's serious.
I force myself to calm down and count to three. Alejandro 2.0 wouldn't act out. "I'm sure there are other chairs and she didn't mean to. Just sit somewhere else." I force out, even though all I wanted to do was throw her out of my office and lock her in one of the broom closest.
I force my attention back to my work, done with her and this conversation.
But she continues to go on about useless shit. I don't bother to even listen to her rant and when she realizes this she gets fed up. "Of course, you're not gonna do anything." She scoffs. "Camila's perfect in your eyes." She spits and I still don't look up as she goes on.
"Camila can do no wrong, Camila's just a little different than everyone else. Camila needs more attention. Camila must be protected at all costs." She mimics venomously, the jealousy clear in her voice.
I don't bother to respond or entertain her delusions.
Greta had no reason to be jealous of Camila. For starters we weren't in a relationship and going into this she knew Camila was under my care.
I had suspected that Greta had started harbouring feelings for me but even then, she had no reason to be jealous of Camila.
Greta was still in the dark about Camila and I's relationship. To her, Camila was just a troubled girl that needed comfort and extra affection from me. She was still under the impression that what we had was platonic.
And I had every intention of keeping it that way. Greta didn't need to know my personal business besides what I implied about Camila and I's relationship was true to a certain extent. I just told her all that before everything.
Before I started thinking about Camila when I was alone. Before I thought about her doe eyes staring up at me, with that devious glint in her eyes.
Before I grew addicted to her intoxicating scent. Before I got to hear those soft noises that escaped her perfectly pink lips just for me.
Before I thought about the feeling of her body against mine, withering and squirming as I was pleasuring her.
Before I was getting hard at the thought of her.
Right now, Greta was jealous of the attention I was giving Camila. This jealousy was nothing compared to what she could unleash if she knew how close we actually were.
And although Greta and I weren't exclusive in any way, shape or form, she had this claim over me.
I hadn't even touched her nor had we even done anything save for the time at Arnold's dinner party where she dragged me to her bedroom and snaked her hand in my pants.
She tried to pleasure me but I was in business mode and wasn't letting up for her. I had way to much shit on my mind and when she grew upset that I wasn't fully hard I merely told her the truth. I didn't mix sex with business. And she was just a pawn in this deal.
We had made a deal, this fake relationship was benefiting both of us, me more so than her but she didn't need to know that.
If she knew my attention was somewhere, with someone else. She would stoop to hell to get what she wanted, and I didn't need more trouble from her.
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