The Ultimate Tease I
Camila's POV
Sleep was one of the most precious things in life. So precious and delicate that the slightest of disturbances could completely ruin it all. And on those days where my sleep was disturbed, I tended to get very unbearable and cranky.
And this morning, the disturbances came in small gradual waves.
It all started with the Miami sun blaring into my eyes, making it nearly impossible to lay comfortably. Of course I had simply turned my head and buried it into the warmth of the body below mine.
But then it was the tickling sensation that grazed along my nose. I swat the source away from my face but all that does is earn me a grunt of disapproval.
However what finally does it for me, is the blaring sound of a ringtone.
"Mmhejandro." I groan out, knowing it's not my phone. I didn't have one and the only other possibility was the man below me.
Of course he doesn't respond and continues to sleep while I'm left to deal with the unbearable sound.
With a groggily huff I roll off him and roll towards the other side of the bed, away from the blaring sound.
The action causes my weight to shift onto my left side and I hiss out in pain clinging onto my left upper arm. I finally move onto my back and snap my eyes open and an annoyed growl escapes my lips when the ringing doesn't stop.
I try to move but all I can manage is kicking my foot out beneath the covers towards the brute. "Alejandro." I snap tiredly.
Only my action does more than just wake him up. My foot ends up connecting with his groin and I watch him grunt out and grab onto my foot as his eyes snap open. There's a mix of pain, annoyance and confusion on his face. "Che cazzo?!" He snaps, his voice a throaty grumble.(What the fuck?!)
I don't offer him any response, instead I simply nod towards the nightstand.
He reaches his hand back and grabs his phone bringing it to his ear. "What?!" He barks into the phone, the anger and malice clear in his tone.
I wipe the sleep from my eyes as I tilt my head to watch him. His face is scrunched up into one of annoyance and it only intensifies when whoever's on the other end speaks.
I guess we're both a bit cranky this morning.
I shuffle closer to him, he's laid on his back, his jaw set as he stares to the ceiling and when he brings a hand out to pinch the bridge of his nose, I can tell he's not just cranky.
He's frustrated, angry and annoyed.
I shuffle closer but my body tenses when he finally responds to the other person. "No, Greta, I don't have time for more events. I thought you said he was coming around."
The need to sleep instantly vanishes and something close to dread pools in my stomach. I have the sudden urge to vomit as a wave of doubt washes over me.
I couldn't handle anymore issues with Greta.
The truth is, although I agreed to give whatever this was another shot, I'm still hesitant. Just because I was willing to try, didn't mean all was forgiven.
Yes, we were in a good place, but we've been here before, his words only went so far.
I needed actions.
I'm too lost in my own pool of doubt to register Alejandro's hand shoot out to grab mine. I turn my head to watch him as he threads his fingers through mine and gives my hand two firm squeezes.
I trail my eyes up to his face and he turns his head catching my eye. He brings my hand up to the seam of his lips and places a peck along the back of my hand.
His eyes are soft and the action gives me the assurance I need and I find myself shuffling closer to him. 'Put it on speaker.' I mouth to him and he does so with a nod, but not before sending me a warning look.
He's telling me to behave.
But before I can reply, Greta's shrieky voice fills the room and I can already feel my day getting worse.
"I don't know what to tell you, Alejandro. Daddy says that he's still not entirely convinced."
Alejandro's hand moves out of mine and he runs it through his hair, tugging in frustration as he sighs out. "What more could he want?" Alejandro grits through clenched teeth and I can tell he's trying his hardest to calm down, but it's all taking a toll on him.
I blink, not knowing what to do as my mind instantly starts wandering.
Why was this whole thing so difficult?
Why did Arnold need more proof?
Why was it so crucial for the business deal that Alejandro and Greta get together?
These questions instantly fill my mind as I listen in on their conversation with furrowed brows. Judging by the way they were speaking, I could tell this wasn't the first time they were having a conversation like this.
"You know, Alejandro. The only way we can guarantee the business deal going through would be getting engaged-"
"I thought I already made myself clear on my answer. Fuck no." Alejandro growls cutting her off and I find myself instantly sitting up.
I didn't know a lot about this business deal but just from what I'm hearing, it doesn't make any sense.
Why wasn't Arnold convinced? Greta was a daddy's girl and Arnold had an unhealthy attachment to her. From the times I've been around them, It was clear that he worshiped the ground she walked on.
Arnold always ate up Greta's bullshit.
I highly doubted that he cared if Alejandro and Greta were in a relationship. Why would he? It didn't have anything to do with handing over half his company.
And if he did -which I'm almost sure he didn't - Greta wouldn't have to convince him, he'd believe whatever she said.
It didn't make sense.
Arnold would give her whatever she wanted and if she wanted him to believe she was in a relationship with Alejandro, he would believe it.
Unless... she didn't want him to believe it.
No fucking way.
I glance towards Alejandro, my head tilting in thought as I watch his face turn red in frustration.
Could it be that Greta was manipulating Alejandro all along?
Could it be that she was telling Alejandro that Arnold needed more proof when in reality he didn't?
What if she just wanted more excuses to continue the fake relationship in hopes of it flourishing? It would make sense as to why the deal wasn't being pushed and it would also explain why she kept finding new ways to get into Alejandro's life.
I wouldn't put it past her.
It was conniving and manipulative.
The move was amateur but it seemed to be working and I only figured it out because it's something I would have thought to do - that is, before I'd deem it too reckless and risky.
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