Business Calls I
Camila
The grumbling of my stomach woke me up from my blissful slumber.
Even though I was famished, I'd rather starve than have another scrambled egg.
Groaning at the empty feeling in my stomach, I turn on my side and blink at the sight of the bare chested man next to me.
Even asleep, Alejandro was breathtaking.
Tthe crease between his brows, the one that always made him look so much older was gone, giving me the view of his perfectly unbothered face.
His head was tipped back. His hair, a mess of brushed out curls, from my fingers running through them all night. His lips parted and his cheeks flushed.
My eyes trail the slope of his nose, to the trickle of stubble on his sharp jaw that led to his chin all the way down his neck and his gold chain, laying against his bare chest.
My eyes follow the rise and fall of the his chest. Even asleep, in a position of weakness he eludes nothing but power and dominance.
The sun shining down on his chest makes his gold chain glow and I hesitantly bring my hand forward, using the pad of my finger to trace a path from his jaw, where the stubble tickles my skin all the way down to his chain. I ghost my finger above his chain but before I can touch it, his hand shoots out to grab mine making my heart stops.
My eyes widen and I watch Alejandro's face, the only hint of him being awake comes in the form of a small smile and when he brings my hand up to his lips, he places a kiss on the skin.
He turns his head, his droopy eyes fluttering open and the sight of his sleepy smile makes me want to melt into a puddle. "Morning, baby." He murmurs, his voice throaty and thick with exhaustion as he brings my hand forward and places another peck across my skin.
And just when I finally gather myself he renders me speechless when he tugs my hand and draws me on top of him, wrapping an arm around my waist. His thumb rubbing circles in its place.
I try to ignore the butterflies but it's nearly impossible when his droopy tired irises stare up into mine.
I bring a hand up to cover my mouth, "Morning." I mumble, suddenly growing extremely nervous in his presence.
I slept next to the man all night, hell I was in his shirt but I suddenly forgot how to act.
Alejandro raises a brow, chuckling throatily at my antics and I find myself melting into him, burying my head into his bare chest, inhaling his musky yet clean scent.
His skin was warm and before I can bask in it any longer, he brings a hand out to cup the side of my head and tilts my face up to his.
He stares down at me his gaze warm and going to my hand that's covering my mouth. "Give me a kiss." He murmurs, his voice a low hum.
I instantly shake my head, "Morning breath." I say, my voice muffled by my palm.
He raises a brow, tauntingly, his tired eyes finding mine. His hand wrapped around my waist moves down until it rests above my rear and his hand grabs a handful of my ass.
My eyes widen and he moves his head closer to mine so that his lips ghost over mine. "Does it look like I give a fuck." He says, his voice a mix of his sleepy morning voice and hard.
His hand grips my wrist and moves it away from my mouth, as his eyes drop to my lips. "If I ask for a kiss, you're gonna give me a damn kiss." He murmurs against my lips, before his eyes meet mine. "Understood?"
I blink up at him through my lashes, trying to hide just how much he affects me by giving him a nonchalant nod.
But then I feel his hand land a smack against my ass, "I need words, baby." He rumbles, his hand rubbing back and forth against the stinging skin.
"Yeah, understood." I say. His large hand subtly slips under my shirt-his shirt and he lets his fingers rest against the bare skin of my spine.
My lips tilt up at his need to be so touchy, he really did miss me.
I hold my breath and bring my lips up to his, giving him a quick peck. I don't let them brush against his soft ones any longer than a moment for I was terrified my morning breath would be too much.
Instead of pulling away, I move my lips to trail kisses across the underside of his jaw. His thumb draws circles on the skin of my back and he shuts his eyes. "Mhm." He hums in approval as he throws his head back giving me more access.
But then I stop once I'm reminded of just how hungry I am, when my stomach decides to grumble again.
With a sigh I look up to Alejandro, only to see him passed out, little snores escaping him. I decide to just let him be and instead of bugging him I move off him and pad to my bedroom.
I needed some sense of regularity and I was going to start with a shower and some breakfast.
. . .
Breakfast was phenomenal, not only did I eat two plates of assorted breakfast foods - none of which were scrambled eggs - but I got to sit and see all the other men.
They were my family and I missed them.
Alejandro wasn't at breakfast, apparently he had told the maids to let everyone eat without him and since I was so hungry I didn't question it.
But now that I was full and had my senses back I was questioning it.
I make my way back up to his bedroom, flattening out my skirt. I was in lounging clothes, a white tennis skirt and a cream coloured cropped tank, with some white socks. But I still wanted to look put together when I saw him.
Only when I walk in, I pause at the sight of him still in bed, asleep with a large comforter thrown on top of him.
My brows furrow, it was well past the time he was usually up and in business mode. Deciding to wake him up, I run forward and jump on top of him, the large comforter and his body breaking my fall.
I roll around and steady myself as I move the sheets away from his face to get a good look at him. Sitting up to straddle him, I smile as his eyes groggily open up to meet mine.
With a groan, Alejandro stirs beneath me telling me he doesn't want to wake up. But I was doing this for his own good, if he knew what time it was he would be running out the door.
"Wake up sleep head." I say, poking his cheek, the skin was warm, warmer than before.
"Please stop." He murmurs stirring, and it's then that I notice the layer of sweat atop his forehead
and his flushed face.
I pause, bringing my hand to his forehead and frowning down at him. His temperature was really high and he was burning up.
Alejandro continues to stir, "I'm really not in the mood right now." He mumbles as I grab the sides of his head with my hands and inspect his face.
The action forces his eyes open and despite his groans of protest, I don't stop. I stare into his bloodshot eyes and purse my lips. "Alejandro, I think you're sick." I say softly.
That gets his attention. His head snaps up and it's like he's now awake. "No, I'm not. I'm just tired."
I give him a deadpan look. "It's half past 11."
"Cazzo." He curses, hastily sitting up.
I stop him by placing my hands on his shoulders, the hot skin telling me what I already know.
He's sick.
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