Down Bad I
Camila
Despite the fact that I wasn't a morning person, I woke up naturally most days, only to force myself to fall back asleep. There was a loop. Today is no exception; as my eyes flutter open and I shift in an effort to settle in, I discover that Alejandro is spooning me with a large hand still resting on my stomach. I hesitate to move away from him because I am still upset about yesterday. Alejandro was in my bed right now, holding me against him, breathing evenly into my ear, and putting his strong body behind me. He was a jerk for leaving me alone, but I was also there to help him push his agenda; I wasn't necessarily his date, and he didn't care about me in that way.
He left me alone because he was mean. At least not yet. I turn around to get a better look at him and his face, letting out a small sigh. His exceptionally attractive face. His thick, dark lashes are resting against the skin of his undereyes while his eyes are closed. His face was slightly skewed up, his lips parted as he let out soft snores. His brows were slightly furrowed and his jaw was covered in light scruff. Before deciding to take it all in and let go of my rage, I tentatively raise the pad of my thumb to smooth out the creases. Pulling him closer to me by wrapping my arms around his neck, I can fit my head comfortably into the crook of his neck and press our fronts together.
The sensation of being held in someone else's arms was the only thing that was superior. being held in the arms of a powerful man like Alejandro. And when I start to feel sleepy once more, I shift and place my ear on his chest and tilt my head down while placing my leg over his hip to make myself at ease. But when he starts moving under me, I open my eyes and let out a sigh of dissatisfaction. I suppose this was already over.
He moves around with a light grunt, but I don't look up. He doesn't see my face because I'm looking down at the foot of the bed, where I can see our legs tangled up. My eyes are open. Maybe he won't move if he thinks I'm asleep. I stop moving and close my eyes as I hear him groaning, probably awake now. He then grunts low and in pain, and then he curses under his breath shortly after. "Cazzo." My leg, which is thrown over his hips, naturally tightens as his silky morning voice fills my ears. He seemed so hot.
He groans once more as a result of the move, and I open my eyes. "Principessa, Cazzo." I watch as his hand descends to grasp the thigh that is thrown over him as he murmurs from above me. He couldn't see that I was awake, fortunately, because I was facing away from him. As I feel his hand lightly squeeze my thigh and slowly lift it off him, grunting as he does so, I watch curiously to see what he's doing. When he moves my thigh over, I realize what he's doing. As Alejandro carefully moves my leg away from around his hips, I watch with wide eyes, only to see the large bulge pressing against his pants. I keep from gasping at the sight. I had never witnessed an erection as... large and noticeable.
At the sight in front of me, I can feel my cheeks turning red. Although I had experienced a bone against me before, I had never been so close to seeing one in front of me. My face flushed when I realized that Alejandro's entire hard and throbbing length lay just below the thin navy fabric of his pants. I closed my eyes, burying my head deeper into his chest while swerving away from it to spare myself the embarrassment of telling him I had seen anything.
Only the action seems to have the opposite effect; I hear a hoarse, strained grunt in my ear as a result of my knee accidentally brushing back against his pants' hard bulge. I thaw out. "Shit." Alejandro remains still and takes a deep breath. "You'll have to get off for me." I can hear him talking to himself under his breath. "Camila." While his voice is scratchy and low, his large hand rests on my nose and his fingers lightly massage my scalp. "Get up!" I groan and subtly throw my leg off him to take the perfect out of the situation without making it appear too obvious.
I tilt my head up and yawn before opening my eyes as if I were just waking up. I give him a half-sleepy smile while pretending to forget about the morning wood Alejandro was rocking because I knew it would make us both too uncomfortable to talk about.
As I look up at him, I reposition myself and cover my mouth with my palm. "Morning." While looking up at him through my eyelashes, I murmur through my palm. He smiles lazily down at me as if the physical contact is completely normal as he raises his head and gently massages my scalp with his fingers. Progress. "How were your nights?" His voice is low and raspy as he asks.
Before I can turn to look down, I see his hand reach down out of the corner of my eye and disappear under the covers as his other hand covers the blanket that was taken from us last night. He repositioned himself discretely in his pants when I finally turn my head to look down and see no bulge. It's only gone for a moment.
Despite my excitement enveloping my entire being, I simply shrug. "I suppose it was okay..." "Alright?" When I don't elaborate on what he said, he responds by lightly poking me in the cheek and raising an eyebrow. I smile sweetly while resting my chin on his chest. "Well, when you left me for a stuck-up snob while I spent the night dumping my guts into a toilet, that's fair. "Alright" strikes me as an optimistic term. "Christo." As he looks down at me, he sighs, runs his hand across his jaw, itching the inside.
"Are you sure you don't like her?" My smile gets wider. I have a few colorful words to express how much I dislike her, and I am certain that she was involved in my poisoning, but I settle for a mild response. "She is the worst kind of naughty person. Also, you..." I cast a fleeting glance across his face. "You continue to be on probation." "Am I under probation?" He raises both of his eyebrows out of curiosity and amusement.
"What for?" I would have been mad at him if I hadn't been at ease right now in his arms.
However, I prefer something far superior to a hysterical response. blatant deception. "For abandoning me, leaving me to vomit my guts out in a bathroom, and for making me feel like a third wheel." Before shrugging it off, I list everything. "However, last night was not a total failure," Additionally, the tiny smile that appears on my face is far too devious to be regarded as innocent. "I was able to meet Ethan. He's cute, and I like him".
As he looks down at me, his curiosity and amusement vanish from his face. "He irritates me." And that sneaky little smile becomes a real smile. "And I don't like Greta," I pat his chest. But we'll have to live with them both until this deal is done, right? He says something in protest, but I just roll over and tilt my head at him, as if to say that he's still on probation. Fortunately, he listens and decides not to speak. With a sigh and a grumble under his breath, Alejandro gets out of my bed, and I smile as I watch his backside leave.
I stop thinking about something else only when he grabs the door handle. "Why did you allow Arnold to discuss your father in that manner?" Alejandro has paused in his spot in response to a question that has been on my mind. Before he speaks, I can see him looking tense with his back to me.
"Sometimes you have to bite your tounge to get shit done," as the saying goes. "And why would you want a man like you to bite his tongue?" With a brow raised, I inquire. Don, the man was a member of the mafia, and I had no doubt that he looted anyone. He turns around and looks at me intently, as if I'm missing something. "I simply do." I scowl. "But-" "Camila, put it down." He reacts. I'm once more reminded of Alejandro's darker side because it's not a suggestion at all but rather a command. One that I don't like seeing, so I hesitate and hesitate to nod to avoid upsetting him. He walks out of the room and shuts the door silently after opening it. . . .
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