Cucciola II
Alejandro's POV
"Can we please adopt her?" Camila asks in that soft voice and then her big blue eyes do that thing where they look up at me through those thick lashes. They flutter and she resembles that of a perfect angel. One that no one would dare deny.
But I do. "No."
And then the angel facade drops and she's got that other look on her face. The one that drives me insane. The one that tells me despite my orders, she's going to be a brat.
And with a small huff, she turns on her heels, making a show of letting her ponytail smack me across the face as turns towards the stand. "You're not the boss of me. If I want to adopt a puppy, I'm adopting a puppy."
But before she can strut away from me, I'm grabbing her free hand and turning her around. "I said no, Camila . You can barely take care of yourself - not to mention I won't have a little bitch like this running around my house and destroy everything." I growl in annoyance.
Her eyes widen in a look that tells me she didn't like my choice of words, but I wasn't going to sugar coat it.
"Well, I'm not accepting your answer." She replies swiftly but she looks away from me.
I take a step closer to her. I grip onto her chin and force her eyes up to my hard ones, even the little mutt bows it's head, and buries it's face into her chest.
She could act out like a brat all she wanted but my word was final. "Say that again?" I hum in challenge, raising a brow.
Her stubborn facade wavers and she crumbles knowing that fighting me on this was futile.
I try my best to soften my voice but it still comes out as a command. "Now go put it back, baby. I wont have the time or patience to be taking care of a little mutt like this."
Her stubborn eyes stare into mine, none of us willing to back down. And it's only when her hard blue eyes gloss over and she turns around, that I know she's listening to me.
She places the mutt back into the pen and whispers something to the clipboard lady, but my eyes are on her face as she tries to blink back tears.
I feel a pang of sadness and an urge to give in and give her what she wanted, but a dog was pushing it.
We needed to be realistic. I didn't want a dog running around my manor and shitting everywhere while I did work. She wouldn't be able to care for it all alone.
She needed to understand, but with the way she ignored me and walked towards the car, I knew understanding was not something going through her mind right now.
. . .
Dinner was awful to say the least.
Not only did Camila not speak to me, but she didn't even touch her food. It wasn't out of stubborn brattiness- that I could handle. It was out of something much more vulnerable. Sadness and even heartbreak.
I didn't understand it nor could I sympathize with her.
This was one of the reasons why I didn't want Camila getting a dog. She had spent less than five minutes with the thing and had grown extremely attached.
Sure it was a good thing, it would make her happy but what about those difficult times? The mutt was visibly injured and needed a lot of long term medical attention and therapy. I mean the thing couldn't even walk, It just sat in the corner of the pen while all the other ones jumped around.
Her silence had carried into the ride back towards the pier. The area was a lot less crowded and the sun was starting to set. I had parked in the same spot, only this time the parking lot was nearly empty.
I make a move to get out by undoing my seat belt, but when I look over towards her, she's still sitting in her spot, her head turned away from me as she stares out the window.
If she was trying to guilt trip me, she wasn't entirely succeeding. Not to mention, I was in a particularly grumpy mood. A mood that had everything to do with the fact that I was sexually frustrated and not willing to buy her act today.
"Camila ." I sigh, but it comes out as a low warning and I pause, taking a couple breaths as I try again. "You need to understand that having a mutt-"
"Stop calling her that!" She says, her angry eyes snapping to mine and I pause clenching my jaw.
"Having a dog." I clarify, sending her a pointed look, but I continue nonetheless, "Won't work out. I'm going to be too busy with work. I won't have enough time to even eat let alone make sure it-"
"She." She corrects and I narrow my eyes but bite my tongue.
"Make sure she is being take care of." I grit out.
"But she'll be my dog. She won't be your problem." She replies, her brows furrowed before she looks up at me, a small glint of hope in them.
I sigh out, knowing that what I'm about to say will disappoint but I was sticking to my word. "Your problems are my problems." I deadpan and I don't mean for my tone to be so blunt, but I genuinely don't understand why she's so upset over it.
She should be happy, I'm saving her from years of problems.
"Okay well that's not my problem. That sounds like a you problem." She reasons and I grip onto the wheel tighter, my patience running thin.
"Why can't you just let it go?" I growl in frustration.
"Because I'm tired of being alone all the time!" She explodes, her glossy eyes meeting mine. I might not be able to understand her frustration but I do know that I have the sudden urge to comfort her.
I grab her hand from over the console and pull her towards me, but not before pushing the seat back, the father distance from the wheel giving her room enough room to crawl into my lap.
She complies, begrudgingly. And when she straddles me, my eyes soften and I cup the side of her face, bringing it close to mine. She needed to know she had me, but just when I open my mouth to speak she beats me to it. "And don't give me that 'you have me' bullshit" She snaps, pulling her head away from my hand.
I blink in confusion and my jaw tightens at her tone. "Sure, I have you right now. But what about when we get back home and you need to go back to work? You'll be in your office or out working and I'll be left alone." She says.
"You won't be left alone." I assure through gritted teeth. "You'll have the other men, Ethan, your friends." How could she be not be so understanding?
Silence fills the car and her eyes- filled with disappointment search mine. I want to cave but I don't. She needed to realize that just because she batted her eyelashes I wasn't going to give her whatever she wanted.
"You might not see it now, but this is for the best." I offer, placing a hand on the back of her neck and moving her face forward to place a peck on her lips.
I move back to gouge her reaction but she doesn't show any. She doesn't look content, but she doesn't look upset.
I want to know what she's thinking but before I can ask her anything, she slumps forward with an exasperated sigh, placing her forehead against my chest.
I slump back into the seat, shifting as I turn off the overhead lights, leaving the small glowing lights on. She shifts moving to bury her head into the side of my neck and instead of making a move to get out, I wrap my arms around her and hug her to me.
Maybe she needed this and even though this position was doing nothing to help my growing horniness, I ignored the semi bulge forming in my pants at the feel of her shifting to push herself closer to me.
I hated how I was getting hard at her mere proximity but it was just one of the effects of being given the worst case of blue balls this morning.
I couldn't even count how many times I got an erection just by having her brush against me today and frankly, I was ashamed how horny my body was.
It was as though my mind couldn't shake the feeling of her pussy squeezing me, or the feeling of her mouth latching onto my tip as she kneeled before me in the shower.
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