The Ultimate Tease II
Camila's POV
It was clear that Greta liked Alejandro. What was stopping her from telling her daddy to hold off on the deal until she had enough time to manipulate this fake relationship into a real one?
And Alejandro, well, he was the dumbass falling for it. Greta was clearly playing him.
"I don't want to hear it. I don't need you anymore, I'll take it from here." He barks into the phone, before abruptly hanging up.
With a humourless laugh, I shake my head as I try to process the new conclusion I had come to.
That little bitch.
I'm snapped out of my scheming when I feel a tug on my hand and Alejandro pulls me down until I'm laying directly on top of him.
His eyes are soft and apologetic and he brings out a hand to tilt my chin up so I'm looking up at him. "No more of Greta's bullshit. I'm putting an end to it." He promises and it's then that I realize he thinks I'm upset.
But for once, I'm not. "What exactly is going on with that?" I say, staring up at him curiously. I needed to gather as much information as I could before I handled her ass.
Alejandro's arm wraps around my waist and he falls back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I rest my chin against his sternum and stare up at him expectantly while his hand on my waist traces patterns against the material of my silk nightie. "It was supposed to be a simple trade off. I give Nico Arnold and in turn he spares you." He sighs, his voice an equal mix of frustration and exhaustion.
"And what does this business deal have to do with anything? Can't you just... I don't know, give Nico Arnold's address so he can just show up and kill the dude?" I ask, fiddling with his gold chain.
A breathy laugh escapes the man and he shakes his head, his eyes still trained on the ceiling in thought. "That's not how this sort of thing works, Principessa. I need to single him out. If Arnold died right now there would be too much press, public outcry and attention that Nico doesn't want." He says, glancing down at me.
"His company is too powerful and he's the main shareholder. If he passes at least half of that onto me... then Nico can get Arnold and the public won't care because his company will already be in my hands." He explains.
I nod, but narrow my eyes in thought as I speak. "Have you ever thought that maybe Greta is the reason why this whole thing is taking so long? It seems like she's the middle woman here, and she clearly has an agenda of her own." I offer, looking up at Alejandro.
He tilts his head in curiosity, his hand moving to push back some of the hair from my face. "What are you trying to say?"
"I'm saying, that Greta has obvious blurred the lines in this fake relationship of yours. And in her delusional mind she thinks that if she keeps holding off on this deal, you'll somehow want a real relationship with her." I explain, looking up at Alejandro, who furrows his brows, telling me he doesn't understand.
With a huff I roll my eyes. "You dumbass, she obvious really likes you. So much so, that she wants to trap you in an engagement on the off chance that you'll fall in love with her." I snap.
Alejandro purses his lips in thought, nodding like it could be a possibility, but instead of offering any more information he sighs, shaking his head. "It doesn't matter anymore. I'm taking things into my own hands and doing something I should have done a long time ago."
"Which is?" I prod.
He tilts his head to look down at me, his fingers burning themselves in my hair as he shrugs. "I'm going to kidnap Arnold and beat him until he signs over the rights to his company." He states simply.
I blink up at him, unimpressed. And when I realize that he's totally serious, my face drops.
Seriously? That's his big idea?
Alejandro seems content with himself and he moves on by moving his attention to my left arm where he inspects my wrapped wound, with furrowed brows.
"No." I say in refusal to his idea.
Alejandro pauses, his eyes snapping up to mine. "Excuse me?" He asks, his eyes narrowing.
I sigh and smile up at him, placing my hand on his cheek. "Do you trust me?" I ask.
"Of course."
I nod, satisfied, "Then you'll hold off on the kidnapping. At least until I'm done with Greta. But by the time I'm done with her, you won't need to do anymore kidnapping." I say, my eyes narrowing as my mind conjures up numerous ideas of how to go about this.
All of which make me excited for our return home tomorrow.
I can feel Alejandro's curious gaze on me, but he surprises me by simply nodding.
The gesture, brings a smile to my face and I instantly move my arms to circle his neck. Alejandro's eyes fill with concern and he instantly moves to once again inspect my arm.
"Is this feeling okay? I don't want you getting an infection." He mumbles, ghosting his fingers over the plastic covering. "I think I should rewrap if." He murmurs, moving to push me off him, but I stop him from getting up by pinning my hips again his.
I didn't need him rewrapping it. In fact, I'm pretty sure I woke up in the middle of the night to him cleaning and replacing the wrap. I didn't need him changing it yet again.
So instead, I arch my back and bring my lips to the underside of his jaw. "I'm fine." I murmur placing a kiss against the skin there.
His morning erection is trapped between us and I shift, rubbing myself against his it, hoping to give us some sort of relief.
The first and only time I had sex was almost a week ago and I wanted to do it again.
A grunts sounds from the man but before I can do it again, his hands shoot out to grip onto my hips steadying me.
He looks down at me, a determined look on his face. "No strenuous activities, Principessa." He says sternly, rolling us over. He places a kiss on my forehead before he moves to get of the bed. "Im not risking anything."
Seriously? The one time he listens to the nurse and thats what he picks up?
"Did you seriously just decline my offer?" I scoff, somewhat insulted as I point down my body, making a show of pausing my on crotch that's currently covered by nightie.
Alejandro straightens out, stretching his arms above his head and my eyes instantly move to the ridges of muscle on his arms and broad shoulders. His sweatpants are hung low on his hips and when he brings a hand out to scratch at his abdomen, I follow the movement, taking in the ridges of muscles.
His deep, throaty chuckle is what makes me snap my eyes up to his face where his hair is messy and his eyes are tiredly glazing down at me. A small sleepy smirk graces his lips and he licks them. "Don't worry, baby. We'll have plenty of time after you recover for me to fuck you senseless." He murmurs, turning around and walking towards the bathroom.
With a small huff, I carefully roll over onto the other side of the bed as I watch him move into the bathroom and towards the sink.
There was no door to the bathroom, it was more of an archway and from my position on the bed I could make out his form at the sink as he started to brush his teeth.
He makes his way back towards the threshold while he holds my eye, with a small amused glint in his.
He knows I'm annoyed at the fact that he won't fuck me and with the way he's looking at me- standing at the threshold- he's no where near done teasing me.
My eyes scan his tall form once again and I want to groan out at how torturous this is. But to make matters worse, my eyes follow the movement of his large hands that hook themselves in the band of his sweats and I watch him as he pulls them down his legs and throws them over his shoulder.
He moves a hand back to hold his tooth brush, while his eyes- filled with mirth- stare into mine. But I'm too busy trailing my eyes over his naked body to meet his stare.
Instead I'm focused on him. More specifically the large bulge between his legs. His dick is hard and throbbing, staring right back at me and had he not turned to walk right back to the sink, I would have let the whimper escape.
How did that thing fit inside me?
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