Game Over Bitch I
Camila's POV
I wasn't exactly looking forward to going back home.
Sure seeing all my friends and family was great but I would be lying if I said I didn't miss the privacy, comfort and calmness that came with Alejandro's penthouse in Miami.
It was just a different atmosphere and now that we were back in LA, we were surrounded with nothing but, business and work.
For starters, we had only gotten in late last night and after finally falling asleep, I was nudged awake a few hours later by Alejandro who was already ready and telling me that he had some business to attend to.
I passed out right after hearing the words shipments and contracts and when I had woken up again, it was time for breakfast, where I joined the few men that weren't out working.
Don't get me wrong, I missed the men, but I couldn't take the chatter about sexual encounters, blood and gore that they shared amongst each other.
But that didn't necessarily mean that my day was ruined. I didn't let my less than stellar morning get to me. My relatively good mood was still intact due to the fact that I was having an important guest over today.
And by important I mean, important because I was finally going to put them in their place. There was no more tip toeing around Greta or biting my tongue. I was going to unleash hell on that bitch and I was going to enjoy ever second of it.
I was in the kitchen, retelling the details of my Miami trip to Divy when the doorbell rang. "Got it!" I yell as I jump down from the counter and skip towards the front door.
I pull open the door and when I see Greta's familiar mop of blonde hair standing there, my smile widens while hers transforms into a thin line.
"Afternoon, Feta. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I say.
Her eyes narrow but she decides better of speaking as she rolls her eyes and looks past me. "Where's Alejandro?"
"Do I look like his keeper?" I offer.
She huffs out and rolls her eyes, yet again. "I don't have time for your little games." She spits but then she straightens out and tilts her chin up. "I have a movie premier to get to and I'm only stopping by because Alejandro's personally requested me."
I withhold an eye roll and open the door fully, allowing her some room to enter as I send her a fake smile. "Right this way, then. I'd hate for you to miss your movie premier." I mumble, my fake smile turning into a real one at the thought of what I had in plan.
Oh, she was definitely missing that movie premier.
She walks past me, nudging my shoulder on the way. "Yeah, whatever, just take me to my boyfriend."
I bite my tongue and withhold the urge to clock her in the face. Instead I move past her and lead her up the stairs towards Alejandro's personal office.
Greta doesn't even bother to knock, instead she barges right into the office where Alejandro's sat behind his desk. He seems to be signing some papers and when he looks up, past Greta, and sends me a subtle nod, I know it's the newly written up contract.
I send him a nod of my own and shut the door, twisting the lock shut as Greta moves towards Alejandro. "Hey babe! Missed you-" She chirps rounding Alejandro's desk and moving towards his chair.
She moves to give him a kiss but before she can reach him, Alejandro looks up, his hard eyes meeting Greta's. "Cut the bullshit and sit your ass down." He says firmly, nodding towards the chair across from his.
Greta pauses, her smile dropping but she plays it off with a small laugh as she moves towards the chair on the other side of Alejandro's desk.
It's a large one, more like a sofa, meant to seat two, but of course the bitch plants herself right in the middle. She takes her seat but not before looking over and giving me a smug look, telling me that she did that on purpose so I wouldn't have a place to sit.
She points towards the sofa of the other side of the room, away from them. "You can sit yourself down over there since you're planning on intruding."
"No thanks." I smile sweetly as I move towards Alejandro. "I think I'm better over here."
Alejandro lifts his head, giving me a soft smile as he pulls his chair back a bit. "Hey, baby." He murmurs, before he reaches forward, grabbing my hand and pulling me down, right into his lap, but not before planting a kiss on my lips.
I turn in Alejandro's lap, facing towards Greta while Alejandro adjusts himself, spreading his legs wider and giving me more room to sit comfortably.
I look towards Greta who's face is set into a scowl of outrage as she watches and I smile at the sight.
This was going to be fun.
She recovers quickly and plays it off by clearing her throat and crossing her arms. "Well this is certainly new." She mutters, looking towards Alejandro. "By the way, this is certainly not appropriate." She says, motioning towards us.
Alejandro leans back, but I don't move with him, instead I sit up and scootch forward as Alejandro widens his legs on either side of me, giving me more space to sit. "A lot of the things we've done are no where near appropriate, why should I care now?" He questions, his voice calm.
I stare ahead at Greta who's eyes move to my side following the movement of Alejandro's hand that rests on my hip and I resist the urge to grin.
Her eyes blaze and she slams a hand on the table between us. "Since my father needed you and I to be a thing!" She explodes before she calms herself down and looks at Alejandro. "And when did you deem it okay for her to just be sitting in your lap?"
Was this bitch serious? Did she need me to spell it out for her?
This time it's me who speaks. "Somewhere between the first time we started sleeping in the same bed and the last time we fucked." I mumble, my face scrunching up in thought.
"Cazzo." Alejandro breathes from behind me. "Must you be so blunt?"
Greta's eyes widen as she looks at Alejandro, her face one of horror. "You're not going to even deny this?!"
I glance back to see him shrug. "Why should I, if it's true?"
I move back to focus on Greta and watch as it all clicks for her and when it does, the color completely drains from her face and she abruptly stands.
"That's absolutely ridiculous. You're nothing but a fucking kid. Alejandro knows better than to ever go there with you." She spits, glaring down at me.
I blink up at her and with a sigh, I get up and round the desk moving towards her, but instead of doing anything just yet, I tilt my head at her.
She's not done and when she starts shaking her head in disbelief, I cross my arms and watch her lose it.
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