Invasive Questions III
Alejandro's POV
"That's your idea of taking me out?!" She spits her eyes wide in outrage.
My brows furrow, "I don't see what the problem is."
She turns in her seat to look at me. "You're taking me out to have dinner with a grandpa who has dinner this early because this way it doesn't interfere with his bedtime?!"
I give her an unimpressed look as she turns to straighten out her silk dress, grumbling under her breath. "I can't believe I got all ready for this shit. When you said dinner I was expecting to... I don't know do some cool mafia stuff."
I give her a pointed look. "Carlo used to be an arms dealer. He was the best of his kind when my father was a kid. You could learn a lot from him." I reason.
This was the safest possible way to introduce her into my world. I needed to use his connections to amp up my stock and she got to see a little bit of what I do.
The driver takes off and I close the partition to give us some more privacy. We were seated in the back the SUV and she looks over at me her face telling me she's not impressed. "Alejandro, I know you do more interesting shit than listen to someone ramble on about war stories."
I narrow my eyes but don't say anything. She may have been right but I wasn't getting her into any of that.
I didn't need another reason for her to see me as a monster, she had only now returned to her normal self and that was hours after I tried to bring up the William situation.
"Are we gonna talk about it?" I asked, pressing the button to the top floor.
She crossed her arms and leaned back into the wall, her eyes studying her white painted toes. "No."
"Camila." I said pointedly. I wasn't one to just let things go like that. She needed to talk about it. Keeping it bottled up was not okay.
"Can we just let it go for a little while?" Her head finally lifted and her eyes looked into mine. I could see the turmoil behind those beautiful sparkling eyes.
It was eating her up and I wanted nothing more than to take it all away from her. "I don't even know what to think-" She shook her head before looking up at me. "But I just want to enjoy this vacation."
And I could do nothing but give her what she wanted.
I watch with furrowed brows as she looks through the compartments of the car. We had a long drive and there was complementary snacks and drinks in the compartments. But when she pulls out the tray of to go sized alcohol, I instantly shake my head.
"No."
She pouts, scooting closer to me and blinking up at me with her big fucking eyes. "Please." She asks in a small voice and I instantly find myself caving.
I take the bottle of rum and she takes the tequila, although they were still small bottles I wasn't going to risk it. I take the tequila from her and hand her the mini champagne. Something she could handle and she gladly takes it with a little excited smile as she turns to me. "Let's play a game."
I take a sip of my rum and lean back in my seat, throwing an arm over the back of her seat as she turns to me with an excited glint in her eyes.
"We each have to ask a question and the other one has to answer truthfully. But it can't be anything too dark or serious."
My arm ends up wrapping around her and I pull her close to me!as I raise a brow. "You want to play twenty one questions?" I ask with a small bemused smile.
"Yeah. You go first." She smiles, downing half of her champagne.
I was planning on handling a few calls but I find myself agreeing. If a silly little game was going to make her happy then I'd play along.
I rack my brain for something as she turns in her seat so that her back is to my side and she props her feet up on the chair. "What's the biggest crowd you've ever performed in front of?" I ask shifting to get comfortable and accommodate her as she lays back, laying her head in my lap and looking up at me.
My hand instantly goes her soft hair and I start to straighten out the flyaway. She purses her lips and shrugs. "Ten thousand." She says nonchalantly, brushing me off.
My brows raise yet I'm not entirely surprised. Camila was gifted. And before I can reply she's already moved on. "My turn." She smiles up at me, that same dimpled smile that makes me mirror hers as I bring the rum to my lips and take another sip.
"Have you ever had a threesome?"
I nearly choke on my drink and my eyes widen when I look down at her. She merely blinks up at me curiously like it's a completely normal question.
I didn't want to freak her out but I also needed to be honest with her. Clearing my throat, I glance down at her to gauge her reaction."Yes."
She nods, not surprised. "How many?"
I move to fiddle with the hairs near her forehead as I shake my head."It's my turn to ask the questions."
She took me by complete surprise and from the look on her face she's far from done with the invasive questions. She's curious and with the way she's impatiently waiting for me to go, I can tell she has a list of them.
I wanted to ask her an equally invasive one but I couldn't find one that I wouldn't know the answer to. Instead I ask something that's been on my mind. "Are you attracted to Jacob?"
She squints her eyes up at me as a knowing smile graces her lips, before she shrugs. My fingers bury in her hair and my body tenses. I didn't know what I would do if she was. "If you're asking if he's cute, then yes."
My face completely hardens and my hand grips her hair tighter. And when the soft sounds of her giggles fill the air I down the rest of the small bottle of rum and put it aside as I stare down at her seriously.
She takes ahold of my free hand and brings it down to the surface of her collar bone as she starts to fiddles with the rings on my fingers. Her drink finished and disregarded. "But, he's not my type. I'm more into the hot headed Italian type."
My first instinct is to smile and my grip on her hair loosens but my mind goes haywire and I stare down at her. "And you go out looking for this type?" I question.
I never really thought about her wanting other men. What if she were to see this type of man tomorrow on the street and decided she liked him?
I would like to think of myself as rational enough to let it be but I knew I wouldn't.
She was mine.
She rolls her eyes at me and brings my fingers to the seam of her lips. They were soft and painted red. I liked it and I couldn't keep my eyes away from them. "I was referring to you." She says dryly.
"Right." I murmur, bringing my thumb up to trace the seam of her perfectly plump red lips while I relax and make a mental note to be more level headed her.
"Besides, I don't think Jacob will be coming around me all that much. You made it pretty clear that I was rather off limits..." She drawls and my eyes lift from her lips to see her cheeks start to tint.
A smirk takes up my lips at the memory and I look into her eyes, my thumb pushing its way past her lips and into her mouth. "And I have every intention of doing it again if he's out of line." I say, seriously. The pad of my thumb presses down on her tongue and she blinks up at me. "Only next time I won't be so quiet."
My tone is one filled with promise and when she realizes I'm not teasing, her chest starts to heave. Her lips lightly wrap around my thumb as my other hand continues to caress her hair only my hand freezes when she starts to lightly suck on my thumb while blinking up at me, her pupils growing.
Cazzo, she was going to fucking kill me.
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