Art House I
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Camila
"Focus." On Marco's dark hand, I tilt my head to look at the few tattoos.
Some cool words, symbols, and the letter L right below his ring finger's knuckle. Interesting; perhaps he possesses "Camila." The tone of his voice causes me to return my focus to him.
I can tell by the way his stoic face is even more stony and his fingers are tapping along the table's wood that he is losing patience with me.
"Sorry."
"I might have got a little distracted... where were we?" I murmur, tapping my pencil against the wood before returning my focus to the page in front of me.
"Complete these inquiries." I glance down at the sheet while Marco speaks. I recognize a number of symbols, including pi, integrals, and derivatives.
"How on earth do you know all of this stuff?" I ask while looking up at Marco, who is staring back at me, his expression unchanged.
"I have a PhD in mathematics and quantum physics." His response raises my eyebrows, but he looks between me and the page before closing his eyes.
I open my mouth to ask a second question; however, the look he gives me causes me to close my mouth and return to the page.
Everything else was more interesting than calculus, which was not my fault. However, I digress, and I sigh as I return my focus to the page.
This was pointless. The only thing we've accomplished in the past two hours is getting Marco to talk more than ever, albeit to yell at me to focus. I review the equation-integration formulas I learned for the next question.
Again, what was it? Our attention is drawn to the dining room entrance as Alejandro enters, dressed in slacks and his signature crisp white button-up, when we hear footsteps from the other side of the room. a white button-up that does little to conceal the Greek hero's underneath body.
My eyes take advantage of the opportunity to ogle without being caught while he is focused on his phone.
His shirt is folded in half, showing off his tan forearms, where veins extend all the way down to his hands, which are adorned with a few rings. Ugh, the man is flawless.
Marco snaps me out of my thoughts. He snaps his fingers in my face and glares at me, and I mean that literally. "Capo, no ogling." When I look at Marco, he raises his eyebrows as if he is judging me.
This makes my cheeks look redder. However, he does not say anything about it and instead points to the page. "Work. Now." I shake my head and look back at my page, but I can still make out Alejandro's face as he stops to look at his watch and up from his phone.
"Are you guys working on it"? Damn, he was attractive even while checking his watch. I put down my pencil and turn to face Marco, who is not impressed.
"He's correct. I haven't even had a chance to eat since we've been working so hard."
"Have you not eaten lunch?"
Alejandro's deep voice adds his voice. As I turn toward him and nod, I use my lashes to look up at him.
"Yes, I'm also a little worn out." I say it softly in the hope that it will work, and when he looks at me with a frown, I know I have him.
Before turning to face Marco, he looks at me and gives me a nod. "She has finished today."
As Alejandro continues to walk through the dining room and into the kitchen, Marco turns to call for him with a frown.
"But, Capo, she has only completed three questions". "You heard him," I said. "See you later, Marco Polo," I shout, cutting Marco off.
As I rush after Alejandro, I ignore Marco's glare and chirp.
Alejandro opens the fridge, places his phone in his pocket, and reaches for a water bottle before turning his head to look at me with a raised eyebrow.
"What are your goals?" "Nothing." To stop fidgeting, I simply smile at him and cross my hands behind my back.
"I just want to see how things are going for you." Before turning his head back and drinking half of the bottle, Alejandro lifts the cap and gives me a side glance.
His throat muscles bob and the angle shows me his sharp jaw, temporarily distracting me until he straightens and gives me a confused glance.
"Aren't you better off doing something else than following me around?" I actually had a place to be for the first time.
We were going to this USC Art house party with Ava. She was given a full scholarship, and the theatre and arts club invited her because she was both an athlete and a theater kid.
Despite the fact that I had no plans these days, it did not sound appealing. "Nope. The better things won't come for a few more hours".
I follow him after he leaves the kitchen. Which brings to mind. "Later, I have something..." I run into Alejandro's back as he stops in his tracks.
I get a mouthful of his dress shirt as his scent fills all of my senses. Just in time for him to turn around, I step back. "No."
He states in a firm tone that there can be no disagreement, and he keeps his word by turning around and walking out of the room.
As I follow him, my brows furrow." I did not seek permission. I was going to let you know." I say this as my eyes narrow at the man in front of me.
Since I wanted to be his perfect little Angel, I hadn't gotten into a fight with Alejandro yet; however, the way he was so quick to ignore me right now was making me angry.
He stops, turns around, and raises his eyebrows as though he can't believe I didn't do as he said.
He might be able to control the lives of other people, but not mine. He does not specify my limitations.
I cross my arms as I direct his gaze directly at me. He seems to be aware of this when his tone becomes agitated.
I wasn't going to back down.
"I don't know about a possible threat, and I don't have anyone I can trust to look after you tonight,"
He responds with a clipped tone and a twitching jaw, but he tries to calm down as his hard brown eyes find mine.
"So, Principessa, the response is no." Look after me? Am I little? "I don't require a nanny." Although I recognize that I required a bodyguard, the way he phrased it offended me, which is why I scoff.
"You don't control my life; I'm nineteen, old enough to do what I want."
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