Mile High club I
Camila's POV
"You know this is all your fault."
My face scrunches up and I cast a glance towards the end of the plane, where the brown door stands. The brown door that was slammed shut a moment ago by a particularly angry caveman.
"And how exactly is it my fault?" I scoff, shifting my focus back to my lap where Cucci sits patently.
I smile and rub behind her ears, proud of her for doing so well. We had taken off a couple minutes ago and she was showing no signs of distress.
Marco sighs from next to me and grabs Cucci from my lap. He places her in the space next to Ethan - who is currently passed out of the sofa - before he turns to give me an unimpressed eye roll.
"You upset Capo, and when we land he takes it out on all of us." He says simply.
I scoff in disbelief as I cross my arms. It's not my fault that he can't handle a little puppy. All Cucci did was nip at his dress shirt and accidentally rip it.
That was not grounds for him yelling and cursing at her in the way he did. He needed to control his temper around her. After all, she was our baby.
Not to mention the brute had the audacity to act like I was favouring the dog over him while she was 'clearly trying to bite through the artery in his neck'.
Yeah, he was a bit over dramatic.
"And why is that my problem?" I ask, raising a brow as I watch Cucci snuggle into Ethan's side. She rests her head on his shoulder and I can see her eyes getting droopy, telling me she's going to fall asleep.
A small smile graces my lips at the sight. She was finally feeling better.
After finishing up at the animal shelter booth and riding the Ferris Wheel, we had brought Cucci home. She had been up crying all night and despite Alejandro's wishes, I had her sleep in the bed with us.
More specifically, in between us.
"It's your problem because he's upset with you. Not the dog."
I narrow my eyes at Marco. "I wasn't the one that bit him. "
The stoic man raises a brow. "Camila , you and I both know its not just about that. He's feeling left out because you've been giving all your attention to the dog." He deadpans and although I hate to admit it, he's right.
Alejandro was jealous of a puppy.
With a sigh I glance at the door to the bedroom of the jet. I will admit, I have been preoccupied with Cucci, but that's only because she's a puppy and she needs extra attention and care. That is, until we get home and we can get her the medical attention she needs.
Not to mention, having her with me has helped the jitters and anxiety I get while flying. But with another sigh, I get up, adjusting my shorts as I make a move towards the end of the plane.
I knock on the door and when I get no response, I try calling his name. "Alejandro." I call softly but I get no response.
I didn't know if he was giving me the silent treatment, ignoring me or just couldn't hear me but I try again. Louder this time. "Alejandro!"
Still no response. "Alejandro." I hiss angrily as I turn to see some of the men eyeing me weirdly.
I send them all small smiles and turn around but instead of calling the idiots name, I resort to pounding on the door like a madwoman.
The door slowly and hesitantly slides open, just an inch, and it's only enough for Alejandro to peek an eye out.
He looks surprised to see me and so I decide to push past the idea that he could have been ignoring me and instead take a calmer approach.
"Can I come in?" I ask softly.
He eyes me, his face telling me he's upset. "Is the tripawd with you?" He asks and I heave a sigh.
Although he's stopped referring to Cucci as an it or a mutt, he hasn't started calling her by her name either. Instead he's been calling her tripawd- the term for a three legged dog.
"No, she's not." I say. Alejandro slides the door open another inch, the space giving him more room to check me up and down and when he sees no puppy in my hands, he steps back, opening the door so I can walk in.
I walk into the room, shutting the door behind me as I stand in place and watch him.
The rooms a complete mess, his carry on bag is thrown on the bed and he's got clothes flying out of it like he's gone through it a few times, he's got his shirt off and tossed on the floor next to the desk that's pushed up against the wall.
He paces back and forth, curses in Italian under his breath and I lean back against the door, crossing my arms as I watch the grumpy man work himself up.
Aside from the fact that he's cursing the dog out, he looks nothing short of captivating.
He's in nothing but a pair of slacks. His body is tense, making the tight ridges of muscles peek out. The gold chain around his neck compliments his tan skin perfectly and when my eyes trail down to his hands that are balled into fists. They focus on the veins peeking through the skin all the way down to his wrist where his watch lays.
"What's the problem?" I say, snapping my eyes away from trailing his body and instead looking up to his attractive face thats currently set into a scowl.
His jaw is tight and he sends me a glare, lifting an arm up to point a gold ringed finger towards the door, behind me. "That tripawd is the problem." He spits in disgust.
I raise a brow and tilt my head. "Oh really? What did she do?" I stop the knowing smile from creeping onto my face because I knew that right now, he was riled up and it wouldn't go over well with him.
Alejandro was frustrated, angry and his patience was running thin. It was hot, but it also meant his dominant alpha side was begging for a chance to be let out.
"Besides the fact that she chewed through my shirt?" He growls angrily, glaring at me from the other side of the room. "Oh, I don't know, what about the fact that you've been so obsessed with her that you've completely forgotten about all your other responsibilities."
"Other responsibilities?" Both brows shoot up and it's getting harder to suppress the smile.
"Yes." He spits stubbornly. His jaw clenches and he angrily shakes his head, going back to pacing the room before me.
"Like?" I push, a smug look crossing my features. I wanted him to admit it.
He stops and plants both hands on his hips, narrowing his eyes at me. "Like your injury. You've been neglecting it and acting as if you're perfectly fine."
"Because I am perfectly fine." I shrug.
But the stubborn brute persists. "Your schoolwork."
I narrow my eyes. "I'm taking my finals at the end of the week and graduating early, thanks to Marco's help."
"Your music." He challenges, his voice raising in volume, telling me he's growing agitated. He straighten out and crosses his muscular arms.
But I don't let his dominating presence deter me.
"I wrote a new piece at the beach yesterday." I say, referring to our early afternoon yesterday before we went to the fair.
He's running out of options and instead of claiming defeat, he's building himself up. "What about spending time with the people around you? Have you completely forgotten about Marco? Ethan?"
I bite down on my lower lip, stopping the laugh that's threatening to burst. "They have their own lives and none of them seem to have a problem with it."
He takes a step closer. "What about the Greta situation? I'm still waiting for you to handle it." He spits.
"Currently working on it." I say swiftly. I had already invited her over to the manor tomorrow. Granted it wasn't me- more so 'Alejandro' via text. But I had that handled.
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