The worst kind of jealous III
Camila's POV
I will admit if I had a little help getting ready, it wouldn't have taken me this long to slip a simple dress on.
But I was too prideful and now I was left to shuffle down the stairs carefully as I walked my sore ass towards the kitchen.
I round the corner but slow my pace down at the sound of laughter, and then I come of a complete halt when I walk into the kitchen.
What the fuck?!
My eyes instantly find Alejandro, who is standing behind the counter of the island at the stove, cooking while shirtless.
But thats not new, no -what's new is the blond bitch sitting at the stool across from him, ogling my man.
And then she twirls around in her chair and Greta's little beady eyes find mine. "I didn't know Camila was staying with you." Her nasally voice fills my ears and I instantly want to scratch them out.
Oh how much better life would be without this bitch.
Alejandro lifts his head and his eyes find mine. He sends me a warning look, one that tells me to behave.
"What was she doing come down from up there?" Greta asks nodding towards the stairs before spinning back towards Alejandro. "I thought you only had one bedroom up there?"
Alejandro briefly tenses but the action is so quick that Greta doesn't notice. But I do.
I move forward and take the stool next to Greta as I stare forward at Alejandro. He simply directs his attention to the pan where he's scrambling up some eggs.
"The WiFi's better up there and she was FaceTiming Ethan." Alejandro says swiftly, moving to dump the scrambled eggs on a plate.
I tense but will myself to calm down and let it go. I knew he needs to entertain Greta but giving me a heads up would have been nice.
Instead I move my attention to Alejandro, who starts to push the plate forward. "I don't eat scrambled eggs."
He looks up at me and his brows furrow in confusion while I watch him push it towards Greta and I realize those weren't for me.
"Luckily for you he wasn't making them for you." She chirps before leaning forward and Alejandro dips his head allowing her to place a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks, babe!"
My face instantly turns into one of outrage and Alejandro turns to me, giving me a reassuring nod and I can see he's trying to tell me to calm down. "I was just about to make you something else, bab-" He cuts himself off with a cough. "What did you want?" He corrects himself.
I purse my lips and try to keep the hurt off my face. "I'm not hungry." I say softly looking down at the empty plate before me.
A bowl of fruit comes into view and I look up to see Alejandro pushing it forward with a pointed look. "Per favore manCam, piccola. parleremo in seguito." He says his tone softer. (Please eat, baby. We will talk later.)
I stare up at him, my instant response is to act out but I decide better of it. Instead I slump my shoulders and start picking at my food while Greta turns to eye me. No-my neck.
I didn't cover the hickeys-as per my caveman's request, but now I was starting to regret it because the look in Greta's eye tells me she's not gonna let it go.
"Someone got a little too carried away." She says and sends me that fake smile. "Do tell why you felt the need to show off those hickeys like a complete tramp?"
My grip on my fork tightens and I look towards Alejandro who's focused on cooking himself some bacon, but I don't miss the way his fist tightens.
I turn towards Greta who starts laughing. "Wait! Don't tell me this is one of those things where you got your first hickey from a boy and want to show it off?" She pouts dropping her voice into that cringe baby voice.
I turn towards her and give her an unimpressed look. "You don't need to try and make your voice more irritating by changing your tone. Your regular voice already does the trick just fine."
And then I eye her up and down. "And if you're gonna sit there and talk shit. Get your facts right. It wasn't a boy, it was a man." And then my lips tilt into a little smirk. "One that you wouldn't be able to pull without having to use daddy's money or connections."
And when her eyes narrow in slight confusion, I turn towards Alejandro to seal the deal.
"Oh, Alejandro." I say grabbing his attention as he looks up, seeming to have just finished chewing a strawberry.
I move up on my stool and bring my hand forward, ushering him to move his face closer and he does.
I lean up, swipe the pad of my thumb on my tongue before bringing it to the corner of his lips. "You have a little something on here." I smile sweetly, before wiping off the bit of strawberry.
And then I sit back in my stool and bring my thumb into my mouth to lick it off all the while I feel Greta's eyes on the side of my head.
Alejandro's eyes watch my lips and then he blinks himself out of it as a hard look crosses his face once he realizes what I'm doing.
But the damage is already done when Greta's eyes move back up to Alejandro's face and then they trail his neck and pause on the faint hickey there.
"Is that a hickey?" She shrieks.
I smile and tilt my head. "Wonder where you got that from." I muse.
Alejandro's eyes snap towards me and the look he sends me makes me sink back into my seat.
He looks towards Greta who's eyes are moving between us skeptically but before she can jump to conclusions Alejandro makes up an excuse.
"No. It's just a bee sting I got a few days ago. You know how I'm allergic and my skin reacts." He says to Greta moving forward to place his hand atop hers in reassurance as he gives her a small smile.
And then my face drops because the next thing I know, Greta's leaning forward and landing a kiss right on Alejandro's lips and Alejandro doesn't even pull away.
I try to control myself but I can't and so instead I do the next best thing. I stand up and walk away without another word.
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