The Other Woman I
Camila
"I want to request something from you." I turn in my seat, changing my school skirt as I inquisitively gaze toward Alejandro, who had chosen to drive me to school today. He pulls up to the control, his hand on the stuff, placing it into park, prior to going to take a gander at me and I note exactly the way that delectable he look. "I'm tuning in." My focus shifts to the veiny forearms beneath his folded-up sleeves as I mumble distractedly.
It's probably why I'm so taken aback by what he says next. "I need to please a potential business client. Additionally, I would like you to accompany me to the subsequent events he will host. The first being an evening gathering tomorrow." He makes sense of, his earthy colored eyes set on me. My heart stops. No, seriously, it stops, and all I can do before speaking is blink up at him. Making a sound as if to speak, I mortar a casual look all over. "Do you want me to go along?" In an effort to conceal my hope, I ask. "Like we're the only ones?" I had to ensure that this was not a group activity in which Ethan and any other men would participate. He gestures, and I take an unstable inhale not in any event, knowing how to deal with this. "You, my date, and I alone." And afterward everything comes crashing down as I think back towards him. His partner? "Your date?" He sighs.
"The potential business client is Greta's father, Arnold Gerald. Her younger brother is about your age, 16 years old. My teeth cinch together and my hands ball into clench hands. "I want you to befriend the boy so this deal can move along faster because he doesn't appear to enjoy company." And afterward he cuts me in the heart and pushes the blade in more profound. This merely demonstrates that he regards me as merely a child, and he is going out with a different person as his date. Why did he drive me to school, then? To request me to engage his date's child sibling while he gets it on with her? "Also, this date of yours... " I trail off, relaxing. "I didn't know you had a sweetheart." In an effort to conceal my anger, I shrug.
However, the only thing I wanted to do was smash the windshield off of his stupid Aston Martin. "I don't understand how this applies." He looks at me with furrowed brows. "Yet, I don't have a sweetheart." He spits it out to his girlfriend as if it were the weirdest thing he'd ever heard. OK great, I can work with that. I breath out in help. "So, the date you gave me is...?" I trail off having to know who she is to him. He actually gives me a seem as though I'm posing the most ludicrous inquiry however responds to in any case. "Someone I'm thinking about entertaining if it helps me get somewhere with the business deal." Obviously. His response just hardens what I definitely know and I don't precisely have the foggiest idea how to feel about it. Relationships are not for Alejandro.
However, panic sets in immediately. What if he met the girl and fell in love with her? I knew how these things worked because I had read enough books and watched enough movies. He tries to use her, but he eventually falls for her. After that, I watch in disbelief as the man I love falls in love with another woman. Furthermore, I'd be the other young lady for this situation, the disagreeable discourteous one everybody abhors. The one who is depicted as the antagonist while the principal character is merely an likable Angel Fuck no. I'd never compete against a woman. I knew my own value, which was above battling with some other lady for a man.
Yet, I actually had to be aware for my own mental stability what Alejandro saw in Greta if he somehow happened to succumb to her. In the event that she genuinely deserved him or not. I needed to know whether it was self-sabotage or if it would mean setting myself up for heartbreak. I then turn to look at Alejandro, all the craziness hidden behind a calm smile. Of course. I'd very much want to." "Grazie." According to he, connecting with delicately press my thigh, prior to withdrawing.
Because my mind is too preoccupied with processing my resignation, I don't even have time to get excited about the contact. "Her most youthful sibling he is Alex, and I figure both of you would get along." "So you're pimping me out to a sixteen-year-old?" I click my tongue. I ask attempting to keep the harshness out of my voice yet come up short. He actually sees me as a kid yet this moment that was the most trivial part of my concerns. His eyes broaden, "No, Alex isn't into ladies. That is not the case." His face turns serious . "I could never ask something to that effect from you, Camila." I remain enraged, but he assures me and I give him a half-nod. "But he's young," We're going to have bigger issues if he continues to view me as a sixteen-year-old. because I am not comparable to a sixteen-year-old child. I'm in his association, regardless of whether he's almost a decade more seasoned than me. "He's about your age," she said. He reasons and there's no concealing the disappointment in front of me. Alejandro should understand this since he in a flash starts backtracking. Principessa: "You would just be making things a lot easier for me." I can't help but be drawn to his attractive face either.
Thus when I gesture, he grins and rests over putting a kiss on my cheek. "Much obliged to you, Principessa. Good luck today at school." I want to enjoy the way he whispers his thank you dangerously close to my ear, the softness of his freshly shaved face, and the scent of his aftershave. Yet, I can't. I had more pressing concerns. Furthermore, the present moment it was taking everything in me to control Satan inside me guaranteeing Alejandroo as mine. . . . "This is our cafeteria, as well." I finish, failing miserably to conceal my bored tone. While I stand back and check my social media, I allow the new student to enter the room. Since doing so would allow me to skip the final two classes, I had offered to show her around.
Even though I didn't like all the walking, I wanted to take advantage of any opportunity to not feel like the dumbest person in the room. "Where do people go to get some privacy, you know? Like away from everybody's teachers? Her sweet little voice is stuttering as she asks. She was naturally introverted. I send her a little devilish grin as I pivot and lead us towards the AV media room, simply over the stage in the hall. It was a moderately little room however perfect for slipping into when you realized the security code. The code that I knew thanks to William for we had gotten together stealthily there ordinarily. "This is the AV room." I say opening the entryway.
Angie strolls in and peers around, prior to strolling over to the curiously large bean sack seat in the corner and drooping down into it. As I watch her settle in, I walk up to her and stand in front of her with my arms crossed in disbelief. She didn't seem as though she planned to leave at any point in the near future and she had made a guarantee to our educator to be back right on time. a promise she made to our instructor, mumbling and blushing profusely. Like I said she was a charming easily overlooked detail - fair hair, blue eyes, ruddy cheeks, a button nose. She looked like an ideal darling and everybody gobbled it up. In any case, the moment she ventures into her sack and takes out a jar, I know she's not so blameless as she portrays herself. Huh, I surmise my crappy day just got significantly seriously fascinating. "What's going on with you?" I wonder as she opens the top and takes a big swing, her face not showing any signs of fear.
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