The girl who cried Wolf II
Alejandro's POV
"-if I move in, she'll keep at it-"
My head snaps up and I give her a hard look. "You're not moving in and that's final." I state firmly.
She pauses and her face falls telling me what I said just hurt her, but I didn't care if it just sent her into a fucking depression. She was not moving in.
Not only would she be a nuisance to us all but she would try to work her way into my bed every night. Meaning any chance of Camila being in my arms was gone.
And I wasn't giving that up.
Greta's sad face turns into one of annoyance as she narrows her eyes at me. "You know what? Fine! Just watch your bit-"
"Watch your mouth." I warn my eyes flaring and my anger peeking through.
She shuts her mouth but only for a moment, "Well, she's down by the pool- in my seat- throwing a hissy fit. So if you won't believe me then go see for yourself." She spits crossing her arms like a child.
With a growl under my breath, I stand up forcing my temper down as I brush past her and make my way towards the backyard entrance. I didn't know how much more of their little quarrels I could take.
I make my way towards the doors leading into the backyard and I hear her before I see her.
I round the corner and walk toward the pool to see her stood there, in a tiny fucking bikini-one that does nothing to cover her round ass -as she yells profanities at Richie- Greta's body guard.
Arnold had suggested I get her a bodyguard and so I hired Richie. He was the perfect man for the job, quiet, brisk and attentive.
"I will smash your kneecaps in and take a cheese grater to your head! You bald eagle looking asshole. If you ever-"
I clear my throat, cutting her off from whatever she was about to say because frankly I didn't have time to be put in between their drama anymore.
The old me would have put an end to it immediately but Alejandro 2.0 was trying a different approach. One that was far less effective but more ethical.
Camila spins on her heels, her cheeks flushed and red in rage as her big eyes stare up at me with so much venom and outrage.
I stifle a sigh at the sight of her so worked up over nothing.
Richie stands there, his straight face not wavering and I momentarily salute him for having so much damn patience. Camila was a lot to handle, although I didn't like how he tended to disregard her, he still managed to get his job done without crossing any lines.
"Camila." I say keeping my tone calm. I needed to show her I wouldn't act out irrationally. "What's going on here?" I say glancing from a furious looking Camila to a confused looking Richie.
Richie just shrugs while Camila's demeanour is nothing short of unexpected. She was acting out and doing a damn good job of making my temper flare.
With a clenched jaw, I turn to question her, keeping my eyes on her vibrant ones, instead of trailing down her front as I focus on the task at hand.
Handling the situation like Alejsndro 2.0.
"What's it this time?" This has been the fourth occurrence in the past two days where Camila and Greta act like brats and I'm called to break it up.
And each time it's over something unimportant and ridiculous.
Camila's face hardens and she looks towards me, her face telling me that maybe that wasn't the right thing to say and by the way she pushes past me and walks away I know I've struck a nerve. "Don't worry, I don't need you dealing with my problems. I got it handled."
She starts moving towards the house and I look back to Richie. "Did you provoke her in any way?" I ask, my voice hard as I try to keep the threat out of my tone.
He shakes his head. "She couldn't handle it when Greta told her to move and went all mad before attacking Greta. Luckily I held her back before she could do any damage and hurt herself but she's still hysterical."He says, frowning.
His eyes stare into mine with promise and I force myself not to jump to any conclusions. Richie knew enough to know that Camila was off limits.
With a nod I turn to follow after Camila, snapping my eyes away from the movement of her ass. "Camila." I call after her.
"Oh fuck off." She spits over her shoulder and my shoulders instantly tense. I fucking hated being talked to like that.
"Watch your fucking tone." I seethe my voice hard and my composure cracking. I've had enough of her antics.
I stop myself from snapping further and instead take a deep breath. Alejandro 2.0 wouldn't snap, I shouldn't have done that.
But either way it seems to do the trick. Her shoulders tense and she stops before slowly turning back to face me. With a sigh, I force my tone to soften and not come off so dominating. "Tell me what's wrong."
She narrows her eyes and crosses her arms, the action causing her breast to push out and nearly spill out of her little bikini top and I take a step closer to her.
"You've made it clear that you don't want to deal with another one of my problems, seeing as you always assume it's my fault." She spits.
"Well it's hard not to when you're the one constantly in the wrong." I reason, referring to the multiple fights her and Greta would drag me into where all the evidence pointed to her. "Now tell me what the problem is." I try again, knowing I need to approach this differently.
Her eyes drop to the floor before they trail back to look up at me. She swallows thickly her anger replaced with something much softer."That fucking man is my problem. He..." She spits, her voice cracking with emotion.
And then her lips quiver and she looks away. "He pushed me off of the chair." She whispers pathetically and my brows furrow as I frown.
I send her a look, pushing for more detail but it seems as though she doesn't want to say more. Instead she wraps her arms around herself.
She was lying.
"The truth." I growl. Once again she was lying to me and I had a feeling it was to paint herself as a victim.
She looks up at me. "I'm serious, he grabbed me and pushed me off."
I narrow my eyes, her answer doesn't add up with what he told me. I wanted to believe her but the past few day all she has been doing is lying and trying to cause trouble with them.
"That's it?" I hum, not buying her little act for a second. "Did you provoke him in anyway? Like you've been doing for the last few days?"
"I'm not lying." She says, dropping her head.
I step closer to her. " He knows not to touch you, which means one of you is lying and my moneys on the same girl who's been lying through her teeth for the last few days just to get a reaction out of me." I snap.
Her face completely falls and she blinks up at me, her eyes slightly pleading with me.
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