Chicken IV
Camila's POV
I was good at faking it. But in reality aside from my first kiss with William, there was only two other boy that I've kissed. One being Rodney who I kissed on a school ski trip, where the furthest we went was a French kiss.
Alejandro's brows furrow like he's trying to make sense of it all, his finger absentmindedly tracing patterns on the side of my thighs. "Okay," He hums, deep in thought. "Well what have you done. Let's start there."
I look up in thought, and purse my lips as I hold up my fingers, counting off as I go. "I've hugged, kissed, French kissed. I tried... the rubbing on each other thing, but it never got that sexual -it was kind of like an awkward hug..." I say cringing at the memory before looking back at him.
"Oh, and I once tried to touch it. But that doesn't really count because it only lasted a few seconds." I say looking at Alejandro, my shoulders slumping in relief.
It felt good to get it all out there.
Alejandro's brows raise in surprise before he masks it quickly with an amused smile. "You're quite the adventurous freak aren't you?" He teases.
My smile widens and I'm about to ask him what his list consists of but I think better of it. I wasn't prepared for that conversation. I think he's covered all the sexual bases and I didn't want to hear about it.
Alejandro's amused smile drops, and he purses his lips, his face serious as his eyes search mine. "I do have one question," He says and he doesn't even wait for my response before he's already going ahead with his question. "How many of those things were done with William Westbrook?"
My smile instantly drops and I'm left to stare at him in shock. What the fuck? "I don't know what you're talking about." I instantly say and his face hardens.
His jaw ticks. "Don't fucking lie to me." His voice is firm, and his intimidating demeanour takes over. He's calm but only because he's trying not to explode. "Other than William how many boys have you done things with?" He says lowly.
The answer was two. The random college guy I kissed at the party a while back and Rodney- a boy in my grade who I French kissed. But I knew that wouldn't go over well with Alejandro.
I look down and I feel Alejandro's body tense. "Mi stai prendendo in giro?" He growls under his breath, before harshly grabbing my chin and tilting my face to his. (Are you fucking kidding me?)
"When did that man first kiss you?" He asks, his face equal parts livid and concerned as his eyes search mine for the answer.
I instantly start growing defensive, knowing Alejandro would blow this out of proportion. "William didn't make me do anything. He's harmless."
Alejandro's face hardens and his jaw clenches. "How old were you when that pervert kissed you?" He says firmly his voice controlled.
I blink taken aback. William was a lot of things but he wasn't a pervert or predator like Alejandro was making him out to be.
"Thats none of your business. And FYI, I kissed him." I snap and instantly regret my words. But I scoff and cross my arms. "I thought you said you wouldn't judge me for my past."
"This has nothing to do with you and everything to do with that dickless pervert." He spits angrily before his hand on my chin tightens and he moves my face closer to his angry one. "Now, Im gonna repeat myself just this once. How. Old." He growls.
"Fifteen."
And then Alejandro's reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. "Cazzo aspettando. quel figlio di puttana è un uomo morto." He bites under his breath. (Fuck waiting. That son of a bitch is a dead man)
My eyes instantly widen and I snap into action and grab the phone from Alejandro. "What?! Absolutely not."
He looks up at me, his face calm yet his eyes telling me he's livid. "Give me my phone." He bites, his voice firm telling me his mind is set.
"No, you're being ridiculous. There's no need to go to the extreme. William hasn't done anything wrong."
Alejandro's jaw ticks and he stares into my eyes. "You don't see anything wrong with that? A thirty three year old kissing his fifteen year old student?" He spits, his face scrunching up in disgust.
I shake my head. He had it all wrong. "He wasn't thirty three. William just turned twenty nine."
Alejandro's hard eyes meet mine and he takes a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. "Camila, William is 37 years old."
I scoff, "You're such a liar." There was no way, William was almost 40. I try to push away from him but he grips onto my hips keeping me in place. "Camila." He growls in warning and I can tell he's losing his patience.
But so am I.
He was questioning my judgement and William was harmless, not to mention William was there for me when no one else was.
I send him a nasty glare. "You should be grateful for William. He was the one that was there for me when my mamá left me for you. Who knows how I would have turned out if he wasn't there looking out for me." I spit.
It was true. Mamá left me to go work for him and William was there for me when no one else was.
Alejandro's hands shoot out to grip my throat as he holds me in place. My angry eyes meet his rage filled ones and none of us are backing down.
"Ascoltami bimba." He growls harshly. "You will stay away from him and that is fucking final." He seethes. "Stop defending your groomer and open your eyes. He's been manipulating you all this time." He seethes. (Listen to me, little girl.)
My heart starts pounding at his words and I try to shake my head but his hold is too tight. His face doesn't waver and panic starts to settle in. "If you hurt William, I will never speak to you again, Alejandro." I breathe my terrified eyes looking between his.
William was the only thing I had control over. Alejandro was wrong and he couldn't just take him away for that. He hasn't done anything wrong.
Alejandro doesn't say anything nor does he show any signs that he's going to listen to me. Instead he gets lost in his mind as a tense silence erupts in the room.
"Let go of me." I finally say trying to keep my voice calm.
He immeidatly let's go of me, his face still set as I toss his phone at him and move to the far end of the bed where I lay down. My back to him.
I can feel the anger radiating off him and my hands start to shake in fear of what he said being true.
Tears prickle at my eyes and a pit forms in my stomach.
What if I was never truly in control.
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