Chicken I
Camila's POV
"Why do I have to do this?"
"Because I said so."
I narrow my eyes at Marco and flop down onto the mat. "I don't see how doing push up's is gonna help me fight my attacker."
He crosses his arms and stares down at me.
"Oh no!" I gasp dramatically. "That man is coming at me with a knife. Let me just drop down and do fifty push ups because that's gonna scare him away." I deadpan, the sarcasm clear as day in my voice.
Marco stares back at me, unimpressed but I'm not done proving my point.
"I could just grab my gun and shoot them in the head. Easy peasy. No need for all this exercise." I say motioning to the gym that I've been training in for the past hour.
"Get up." Is all Marco says and I know he's getting sick of me. But the feeling is mutual.
I lay my head back and cross my arms under my head. "No thanks, I'm good right here." I sing song, shutting my eyes.
"Get up or I'm calling Capo."
My eyes snap open and I instantly get up glaring at Marco. Why was he always such a hard ass?
Was he seriously stopping so low as to tell on me? The only reason his threat is working right now, is because I didnt feel like seeing Alejandro.
Don't get me wrong Alejandro hasn't been acting any different since the events of yesterday. But that was precisely the problem. He didn't bring it up nor act differently. He simply went about his day like what we did yesterday was normal.
But to me? It was the furthest thing from normal.
I had never experienced anything like that. But I couldn't bring it up in fear of Alejandro seeing just how big of a deal yesterday's sexual escapade was for me.
After going into his bathroom to clean himself up, Alejandro had buried himself in his work and I had retreated back to my bedroom where I took a long hot bath as I did the one thing I shouldn't have. Overthinking everything.
And to further prove how it changed nothing I fell asleep in my bed, but I woke up in Alejandro's. Meaning nothing about our situationship changed.
Breakfast this morning was also the same. He was nothing but sweet and so normal, telling me that yesterday's erotic adventure was nothing new to him.
However the same could not be said for me.
I had never experienced anything so... dirty and lewd. Nor did I picture Alejandro to be so... bold and daring.
It made me realize that Alejandro and I were no where near equals when it came to sexual experiences.
Alejandro was experienced and I was merely faking it.
My confidence is what misled people into thinking I was more experienced than I actually was. It wouldn't be the first time my personal was misleading.
School was the most obvious one.
While everyone thought I was the girl that slept around, I actually only knew about sex becasue I read about it and was comfortable speaking about it. But my confidence and openness about exploring sex had deemed me a whore.
I was starting to think that Alejandro only liked me because he thought I was more experienced. I'm afraid that if he really knew just how inexperienced I was, he'd be disappointed.
This whole thing was stressing me out to the point where it was all I could think about when I saw him.
What if he found out I hadn't been past first base with anyone else? Save for the time I slipped my hand in Williams pants. But even then, I freaked out and the second after my hand came in contact with his thing, I retracted and couldn't do it.
That experience was all I had and it didn't count because it was less than a few seconds and I didn't gain anything from it - sexually or educationally.
What if I was letting on more than I could handle?
What if I wasn't knowledgeable enough?
What if I wasn't enough for him?
I had no experience. I didn't know what I liked, all I knew was that I liked Alejandro and I don't know what I would do if he found out the truth and stopped wanting me.
It made me insecure.
And I couldn't bear to look him in the eye without freaking out and overthinking. Not to mention I wasn't exactly subtle and I knew Alejandro was catching on.
Whenever I was around him, he kept a close eye on me. Like he was watching me. Waiting for me to break first.
But I wasn't quite ready to confront him about this.
"Anyways, I think it's about time we part ways. I still have to pack and I leave for Miami tonight, so..." I draw getting up and moving towards the door.
"You can go after you're done your rounds in the range. Let's go." He says walking past me. "The faster I'm done with you the faster you leave me alone."
With a sigh I follow after the giant who leads us out of the gym and towards the other side of the basement.
I call it the dungeons. The basement on the other side of the house where the club space is, has multiple floors-hence the need for the elevator. The club is on the top most floor and the lowest level is the dungeons.
There are multiple different corridors and rooms all heavily guarded by cameras and top notch security but the armour is the most secure of them all. It's like a giant safe but instead of gold it's guns and other deadly weapons.
There's also a shooting range down there. I've learned a lot about perfecting my aim in the short time I've been training with Marco and I can now say that given the opportunity to put a bullet through Greta's head.
I wouldn't miss.
I shoot every target board. I take a little more time to perfect my aim but I was only ever a centimetre off from the centre of the target. "Can I go now?"
"One more time." Marco says.
With a sigh I drop my shoulders and wait for him to load up the board while I hear the doors open behind me.
This was where the men came to shoot, which is why why I think nothing of it. That is until Marco looks behind me and nods at the intruder. "Capo."
My body tenses and I immediately feel Alejandro's eyes on me. I spare him a glance from over my shoulder and try to act cool.
His eyes don't give anything away but I can tell he's watching me, assessing me.
He nods at Marco as he walks furthur into the room. Burying his hands in the pockets of his slacks, his white dress shirt hugging his upper body perfectly.
I turn away from him and pretend to busy myself with cleaning the glock in my hand as Marco speaks. "What can I do for you?"
I hear Alejandro's foot steps approach us. "Nothing. Just found some spare time, thought I'd come check on how Camila's doing." He says, his voice indifferent.
Marco nods. "We're just about done." And then he looks to me, nodding towards Alejandro behind me. "Show him what you got and then you can go. We're done for the day." He says before walking out of the room.
Panic starts to fill me at the prospect of being alone with Alejandro. What would I say? How could I just act normal, when all I can think about is the sight of him standing before me, stroking himself before shooting his cum all over me?
I could practically feel my face heating up. His mere presence was beyond flustering.
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