Trainwreck IV

Camila's POV
I wanted to smack myself for my choice of words that had by the looks of it cut him deep.
I grip his shirt and pull him closer to me. The action causes him to pause what he's doing and look down at me.
"I'm sorry." I say genuinely as I stare into his hard eyes. His face is guarded and his walls are up. I'm only now realizing just how much what I had said affected him.
He was probably worried sick about me all the while I was out being irresponsible and bratty.
He doesn't respond, instead he pushes always from me to throw the makeup wipe in the trash.
He clears his throat, not meeting my eye as he focuses his attention on undoing the last few buttons of his dress shirt. He turns to walk out of the room, sliding his dress shirt over his shoulders and throwing it into the hamper, giving me a good view of his muscular back as he leaves the room.
I'm left to slump down and I curse myself for my choice of words because I didn't like to see Alejandro like this. He was strong and confident, he didn't let people affect him and I ignorantly stabbed him in the heart.
He was nothing short of a warrior on the outside, with his rough exterior and strong willed demeanour. But I knew that on the inside he was wounded. Like a kicked puppy.
I kicked the puppy.
I snap my head up at the sound of him returning. Only this time he's swapped his slacks and shoes for a pair of sweats, with his white t-shirt thrown over his bare shoulder.
He walks towards me, his eyes not meeting mine as he moves back between my parted legs and grabs the bottom of my dress.
His fingers linger at my sides as he starts to lift my dress over my head. I hold my arms up and I feel his hands skim the sides of my hips, the sides my waist and the sides of my breasts, until he lifts it over my head, leaving me in my matching lace bra and panties.
But he doesn't look at me, in fact he's not even paying attention to me. He's lost in his own thoughts with his brows furrowed and when he steps back to throw my dress in the hamper, I speak. "I missed you." I murmur softly.
He pauses and his eyes snap to mine, looking somewhat surprised before he masks it by clearing his throat and stepping back, but I don't let him move away. Instead I grab ahold of his forearm and pull him closer to me, spreading my legs further to pull him closer to me.
The action is enough for him to slumps his shoulders in defeat and he lets me pull him closer as he leans into my hold, allowing me to bring my hands up to hold the sides of his face.
I angle his face down and bring it close to mine as I try to look into his eyes. His rough exterior still remains intact with his eyes hard and cold, telling me he's not letting his walls down completely. "Were you worried about me?" I ask softly.
He doesn't reply and I look down to his hands that are at his sides, balled into fists. I bring my hands down to grip his right hand and bring it between us as I start to slowly pull his fingers apart.
He might not have given me a answer but it's wasn't hard to figure out. He was worried.
"Alejandro, I missed you." I repeat softly, looking back into his hard eyes. Keeping eye contact I bring his hand up to my lips and place a kiss across the skin of his knuckles.
His eyes follow the movement and I can see his facade crumbling, allowing me to see just how hurt he is. "Did what I say upset you?" I question softly.
His chest heaves and I can tell its taking everything in him not to break. The reality of how much I hurt him settles in and my face falls.
He doesn't answer and when I think he's shut me out completely he suddenly moves forward and wraps his arms around me. Burying his head into the side of my neck.
"I should have never said that." I say softly as I wrap my arms around his large frame and bring my lips to his ears. "You're more than enough." I murmur and I feel his arms tighten around me. 
He doesn't say anything and we engulf into a moment of silence as I let him bask in the feeling of our embrace.
He holds onto me like he's scared I'll disappear any moment and I feel his harsh breathing hit the side of my neck.
"Ero così preoccupato." He breathes, his voice husky and muffled by the skin of my neck. (I was so worried.)
I tighten my arms around him and bring my hand up to bury it in his hair as I lightly massage his scalp. "I know you were and I'm so sorry." I murmur, turning my head to place a kiss on his temple.
He holds me tighter and I bask in the feeling of being in his arms. Even if this was mainly for him, I needed this.
We needed this.
"You're all I need." I whisper softly after a while, feeling extremely emotional even if I was starting to sober up.
He instantly retracts and when I look into his eyes, there's no pain or sadness. He grabs my chin and tilts it up to his face before he moves forward and places a peck on my lips. "Good." He murmurs against my lips, his eyes shutting.
Although he doesn't say it, I know he missed me.
But when he snaps his eyes open they're determined. His hand moves to grab the nape of my neck and he grips onto it in a tight hold, his face hardening."You try to leave like that again and I won't hesitate to drag you back here and tie you to my bed." He spits lowly, and despite the promise in his threat, I find myself smiling.
There he is. My caveman.
I nod, biting my lip to stop my smile from spreading, and his hard eyes go to the action as he brings his thumb out to release it. "Words, Principessa." He murmurs, his voice deep as he stares at me expectantly.
"Okay." I breathe.
He nods satisfied staring down at my lips, before looking into my eyes. "Bene." (Good)
He steps back and grabs the white t shirt from over his shoulder before slipping it over my head. It's the same one he used to wear to bed with me only now he's putting it on me.
He was putting me in his shirt.
He pulls the shirt through my arms, moving forward to place a kiss on my cheek bone, once it's on completely.
But before he can pull away, I tilt my head. "I don't sleep in a bra." I breathe, my eyes glazing over as I stare up at his handsome face.
He stares into my eyes and dips his head, and then I feel his cold hands snake under my shirt-his shirt and onto my bare hips.
"Oh yeah?" He breathes, his voice a low hum.
His hands slide higher up until his thumbs ghost over the skin just under my breasts. They move back and forth against the underwire of my bra and I lean into him.
I tilt my head up, my lips ghosting over his as I part them, allowing my shallow breaths to mix with his.
My hooded eyes meet his but before anything else can happen he slides his hands to the back of my bra and in one swift motion he unclasps it and pulls it
off of me.
I blink in confusion trying to process what just happened and when I look up at him he's got a sly smirk on his devilishly handsome face.
He shakes his head and bites back a smile. "You're still drunk." He murmurs placing a kiss on the underside of my jaw, before moving up to rest his forehead against mine.
"I just want to hold you tonight, baby." He breathes, his hands resting on my hips, yet even I don't miss the desire swimming in his eyes as he looks at me.
I smile and nod my brain flooding with exhaustion and in one swift motion he grabs my thighs and hooks them around his waist.
I place my hands on his shoulders before sliding them around his neck, embracing the soft feeling of his bare skin.
He doesn't even bother to set me down separately on his bed. Instead he falls onto the bed and rolls us over until he's laying on his back and I straighten my legs tangling them with his as he holds me on top of him.
I bury my head into his neck on the brink of dozing off, but before I can I lift my head to look up at him. "What did you do to him?" I say only now remembering the events that led up to my running away.
There was no way Alejandro would have let me be for two days had he not felt guilty. I knew he was bound to find out what happened, he always did it was just a matter of when and what he did to Greta's body guard.
Alejandro stares up at me, his face searching mine but I wanted to know. I was tired of sheltering myself from the reality of the world I was in. I couldn't hide behind him forever.
It's like he realizes this and with a small nod he speaks. "I shattered both his kneecaps." He says, doing little to hide the matter of fact tone. In fact his eyes narrow in scrutiny like he's thinking back to the day and I can tell he's thinking he should have done more.
But that was more than enough for me.
"Before tossing him into the pool where he drowned." He finishes and my face falls.
He did what?
Alejandro's eyes then soften as he brings a hand out to move some of my hair from my face. "I'm sorry." He mumbles, his voice low and raspy as he buries one of his hands into my hair.
I blink up at him, willing my mind to forget what he just admitted to. I give him a tired smile. "I know you are." I whisper.
I go to drop my head back into the crook of his neck but he grips my hair tightly and lifts my head higher. He brings my face closer to his and he stares up at me.
"But, if you ever pull some shit like that again, I'll have you over my knee and when I'm done with you, this ass will be red for days." He seethes, his voice low and deadly.
His other hand comes out to grab a handful of my ass and my eyes widen in shock, but his angry face doesn't waver. "Don't fucking test me, I'm done playing nice with you." He spits lowly, bringing my head down, so that my lips ghost over his.
There is no humor or teasing in his voice. It's a dark angry promise, one that has my insides twisting and turning.
And unlike his filthy words his head comes up to gently peck my lips.
His hand in my hair then pulls my face back into the crook of his neck as his hands proceed to handle me with delicacy.
He reaches for my hands, bringing them into his hair, a silent plea for me to continue massaging and blinking back my shock I do. While his arms move to wrap around me and hold me against him.
I slump into him, my exhaustion taking over as I enjoy the way he breathes out in content at my actions.
He tightens his arms around me as little grunts of approval escape his lips that leave kisses along the side of my head as I fall asleep.
"Cazzo, mi sei mancato così tanto, piccola." (Fuck, I missed you so much, baby).