Art House II
Note: Alternating POVs
By closing his eyes, the man gives the impression that he doesn't like my tone.
"Watch your tongue."
I realize that I won't get what I want from him when he responds evenly.
Unless.... Inside, I'm smiling.
"It's just that I'm always alone here and trapped with all these men..."
I say, lowering my shoulders as I walk forward and look him in the eye through my lashes.
When I get close enough to touch his chest with my hand and erroneously fiddle with the edge of a button, my voice is soft and vulnerable.
"Alejandro, I'm going crazy in this house."
I can tell that he is deeply contemplating as his eyes move between mine and my hand, which is innocently fiddling with his shirt.
"Unless you're available for a night out?"
"In that case, we could probably go out to a movie or even dinner?"
I suddenly chirp, my gaze turning hopeful.
I know of a really cute place that serves champagne and cotton candy.
"You're too drunk." Before turning to look at me and sighing, he responds clearly.
"And I need to finish other things tonight," I nod and bite my lip in disbelief as my smile fades.
"I see, oh. Yes, it's likely that you have... Better to be somewhere else."
I say, stepping back and shaking my head.
As he moves closer and uses a finger to tilt my head upward, Alejandro grips my wrist and prevents me from retreating.
"Not improved." He says it strongly.
"I just need to finish some work tonight."
When we talk about work, the ominous tone doesn't bother me anymore.
However, I hesitate to inquire.
"Princessa, I can't guarantee your safety."
His breath tingles the skin of my nose as he uses his fingers to remove a few hairs from my face, and his voice falls.
"Do you understand?" I asked. My insides melt as he murmurs the final sentence with a slight hint of his accent.
Woah.
My stomach explodes with butterflies at his proximity and touch. prior to my realizing what he is doing.
As a mafia Don, Alejandro Gonzalez was skilled at manipulating others to achieve his goals.
I was being manipulated by him. This is fascinating...
As I pull myself closer to him, I smile softly and give him a nod while holding onto his shirt.
"Then does that imply that I can go out with my friends?" I say it hesitantly, acting innocent.
I just needed to make him believe he was in charge because I was going either way.
I'm not giving up, but he shakes his head like he's going to refuse.
"Please?" "I promise I'll call you the second I finish or if I feel like I'm in danger," I softly say, biting my lower lip, and his attention shifts to the action for a split second.
He seems to have a glimmer of doubt in his eyes, as if he wants to give me what I want and that one speck is all I need to close the deal.
He couldn't turn me down, if he were anything like a straight man with a cold heart.
They never could, not when I was so irresistible when I was looking up at him.
"Are you saying you'll text me updates every hour?" My heart softens as he says it finally.
"Yes!" I smile at him.
He still seems reluctant, as though he's about to protest, but I don't give him time.
"Thank you, Alejandro," I say as I lean forward on my toes.
Before I swiftly advance and innocently brush my lips against his, I say quietly.
He blinks several times as I move away from him; his serious face is almost adorable with a look of slight confusion.
Because the action appears to sufficiently detract from what he was about to say, I applaud myself.
I then turn around with a grin on my face and walk away, leaving a bewildered mafia Don to follow me.
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Alejandro
"Principessa, are you certain this is the location?" The two-story house on a well-known college party street caught my eye as I looked up.
Even though we had driven by a number of house parties, this one was extremely quiet for a Friday night.
As she looks at the house, Camila's dark brows pull together in a way that most people would find adorable.
"Yeah... My friend is a theater fanatic who avoids parties... I ought to have known this would be stupid."
Despite the distasteful expression that marries her features, I feel much better knowing that she will be spending the evening with a more tranquil group of people instead of drunk, rowdy college students.
This makes it easier to handle.
"Well, it seems like this is it," "I'm gonna kill Ava for getting my hopes up," she sighs.
As she adjusts her dress, she mumbles under her breath.
As I shift the gears into park and slouch in my seat, my focus shifts to the tiny, tense ball of pink.
It was best described as a small napkin, not a dress.
However, I find myself having to remind myself that I am not her father, boyfriend, or responsible for anything.
"Is it clear that you will text me every thirty minutes?" As I return my focus to her face, I ask.
She waves me off with a nod.
I have to force myself to be quiet because I had never been dismissed quite like this before.
However, I've never needed to be patient, nor did I intend to start now. I'm not a patient man.
Even though no questions were asked and I was treated with the utmost respect, here she is, a teenager pushing my buttons. "Camila."
Her sharp blue eyes catch my growl of warning.
"If you don't text me, I will assume the worst and barge in," she said.
"The only thing worse than being in a house full of shitty little college kids is having your babysitter demand you're out past bedtime."
Her blue eyes roll and her lips turn to one side.
She looks at me with a scowl.
While she has to repress a smile and project a serious look, my jaw ticks and my hand tightens around the steering wheel.
"Yes, Sir," "Sir." "I will update you every thirty minutes with progress reports," she salutes.
I also calm myself by rubbing my neck with my hand when I realize she is making fun of me.
I'm going insane because of this girl.
She moves over the console with one of those light fucking giggles, brings her face close to mine, and smiles at me.
My smile is absent.
Instead, she holds out a small hand to me and pinches my nose as if I were a fucking bunny before giggling at me.
"My Patatino, caio."
She says in her little, soft voice. (Goodbye, my tiny potato)
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