Runaway I
Camila's POV
Mason is a complete slob.
He doesn't put the toilet seat down, he doesn't bother to make his bed in the mornings, his bedroom floor is used as his closet and all he has in his fridge aside from all the energy drinks, is a carton of eggs.
It's gotten to the point where I'm concerned for his well being. I mean the only thing he's made me the past two days was scrambled eggs. We've had them for breakfast, lunch and dinner for two days straight now.
Don't get me wrong, I was grateful to have a place to stay on such short notice but this was nothing compared to the gourmet meals, maids and endless activities at the manor.
Granted Mason's apartment was downtown and there were plenty of things to do around here, but there's only so many cafes and boutiques I can visit before I get bored.
Not to mention the constant presence of one of Alejandro's men lurking wherever I went wasn't helping. They thought I didn't notice them but it was kind of hard to miss the six foot, decked out in black man following me everywhere I went.
I knew Alejandro had sent men to trail me for security purposes, but he took it to a new extreme with the blacked out suv parked just outside the street watching over the apartment 24/7.
They switched shifts regularly but there is always someone watching. They first appeared a few hours after I arrived at Mason's doorstep and haven't left since.
I knew Alejandro would find me nor was I hiding from him. I was just fed up with his bullshit and that day was the last straw. But I am pleasantly surprised at how he hasn't come to force me back himself.
It made me feel a little better to know that although Alejandro was capable of it, he wouldn't actually trap me with him against my will. Granted he wouldn't leave me alone but I knew it was taking everything in him not to come up here and drag me home with him.
I hadn't seen him since that day but I know he's seem me, watched me.
Like last night when I woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty. I grabbed a glass of water and walked out onto the terrace for some fresh air and when I looked down onto the street it wasn't a black SUV, it was a blacked out Audi R8.
One of Alejandro's personal cars.
Mason's apartment was only on the third floor, thus giving me a good view of the empty street and although the windows were all blacked out, I could just feel it.
His eyes were on me, trailing me, yet he didn't once make a move to say anything or push anything. He simply watched me.
I started growing nervous under his stare and instantly walked back into the flat, only allowing myself to think about it the next morning and by the time I went out to check for him again, he was gone and in his place was the same SUV from before.
As creepy as it was, I felt all warm inside knowing that Alejandro wasn't going to be a hot headed brute and drag me back home.
I wanted to go back on my own.
But right now I had other issues to worry about, like the fact that we had just gotten home from school and Mason was yet again making scrambled eggs for us.
I offered to buy him some real groceries but he refused saying he wasn't going to be staying here long, and I could do nothing but groan in annoyance.
"You gonna sit there and be an ungrateful little bitch or thank me? Because last I checked you were the stray." Mason deadpans coming to sit next to me on the island.
With a small sigh I thank him, but still frown down at the meal before me. "How do you live like this?" I mumble, referring to everything in general.
I've only been here two days and I was going insane.
"I don't. I'm barely ever here." He reasons, popping a spoonful of the eggs into his mouth.
I raise a brow, my stomach turning at the thought of another meal with scrambled eggs. "The Beverly Hills housewives let you stay with them?"
He shrugs, "Linda's husband is always away on business and her butlers already on a first name basis with me. Living in a mansion with an on call chefs beats this place." And then he pauses to side eye me. "I don't know why anyone would be dumb enough to give that up just to prove a point."
I narrow my eyes but bite my tounge. Mason didn't know the full story and I wasn't willing to go into detail about how I was owned by a powerful mafia family and although my life was filled with luxury, I was trapped.
Instead, I opted for changing the subject. "Why would she even let you stay with her? Does she really need her pussy eaten that badly?"
Mason turns his head to look at me, a nonchalant look on his face."You'd be surprised how many men don't know how to properly pleasure a woman. And when it's been over a decade since they've had someone actually start taking care of their needs, they're keen on keeping me around."
Mason has a point and when that person is a young swimsuit model, that's properly in tune with his feminine side then I guess they'd be a little more than generous.
I purse my lips and look down at my plate, my mind instantly jumping from what Mason just said to the only man that has pleasured me.
Alejandro was a lot of things but selfish in that sense wasn't one. He knew how to take care of me, put my needs before his own. It was like he found pleasure in pleasuring me and it only made my experiences that much better.
Maybe it was because he was my first and I grew use to the way he treated me, devoured me. But I was starting to realize that a lot of men wouldn't have been so eager to give me an orgasm without expecting anything in return.
Alejandro on the other hand was more than capable, and that was only with his fingers. Who knew what other tricks he had up his perfectly tailored sleeve.
My head automatically turns towards the widow that looks out onto the street and I think about how easy things were before all this fighting.
Back to a time when Alejandro and I would simply cuddle and smile at each other. Where I would feel his hand wrapped around me, hugging me to his chest as he slept and buried his head into the crook of my neck or my hair.
I miss home.
"Anyways I won't be home tonight."
I snap my head back towards Mason and my brows furrow, "What?" I blurt, doing little to hide the disapproval on my face.
Mason merely sends me a fleeting look. "I gave up two nights at Linda's to stay here with you and I don't know about you but I'm kinda sick of scrambled eggs. You can stay however long you want but I'm sex, in home spa and gourmet food deprived." He reasons.
As much as I hated the idea of him leaving me here alone, I understood him. Who would want to stay in a mess like this when you could be living it up in Beverly Hills rent free.
I know I wouldn't have-had my circumstances been different. "Fine, but drop me off at the school before you go." I say, getting up and disregarding my food as I move towards my carry on in the living room.
I needed to change out of my school uniform and into my performance one.
I hear Mason hoot a laugh from behind me. "You're spending your Friday night at the school play?"
I pause and throw him an annoyed look over my shoulder. "You're spending your Friday night eating out your ancient sugar mommy. You don't have any right to judge." I reason.
"Touché." He calls after me as I move into the bathroom to change, but not before hearing Mason's loud voice ring through the apartment.
"A music nerd with daddy issues and a hot asshole with mommy issues. We really are a match made in hell, baby."
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