Promises I
Camila
I always hated people who were never direct. People who would only beat around the bush. People who never said it how it was.
But you know what was worse?
People that never even mentioned it. Those people were avoiders.
I hated avoiders. They made my life a living hell because I was a very direct person. I wanted problems dealt with there and then.
Alejandro? He was direct, blunt and he never sugar coated anything. I mean it was a given for someone like him. He was powerful, strong and knew what he wanted.
Except it seems that when it came to me, he threw that all out the fucking window.
It had been two days since that night, and in those two very long, excruciatingly lonely days he had been avoiding me. I'll admit for a good part of the first day I had also been avoiding him, but that was out of pure embarrassment and humiliation.
I woke the next morning looking back and my actions from the night before and cringing.
The man outright rejected me in the worst way possible, broke my heart and my coochie. I mean he didn't even let me finish.
I was more angry than I was anything else. I was so close to getting my first ever orgasm - at the hands of someone else. Yet he just... stopped, disregarding me without a care in the world.
At first I was waiting for him to apologize.
Apologize for not finishing me off, for being so rough. Only now that desire had morphed into waiting for him to talk to me, say something, anything.
But he never did. In fact, he didn't even speak to me.
Not once did he look my way, greet me in the morning, ask how I was doing or even acknowledge me for that matter.
Which was why I was dreading today.
I was to accompany the man to another one of Arnold's events, this one being a brunch at the country club and I was only informed last minute by Ethan.
Alejandro had sent Ethan to let me know. He couldn't even tell me himself.
I was tempted to let my inner brat out and not go. But then I realized this stupid deal was really important to Alejandro and I didn't want to jeopardize it over my petty feelings.
And so, I decided to do the mature thing and get ready and go.
The dress code was on the classy side with a slightly casual spin. I had opted for a simple soft pale yellow dress, one that was flattering yet somewhat modest. Paired with a small designer bag and classic heels.
I pinned half of my hair back with a ribbon and added gold jewelry to top off the look. I felt and looked like a true princess.
Only this princess was currently waiting for her prince at the foot of the staircase.
Alejandro was taking his time, and by time, I meant he took longer than I did to get ready. And I was someone who spent an hour on my makeup alone.
But when the thud of footsteps trailing down the stairs sounds, I bolt up and turn to smile up at the handsome man moving down towards me like a God sent.
I wanted the awkward tension between us to go away.
I look up at the man, it seems like that's all I've been doing in the past few days with him. Looking - no touching, no talking and it makes my stomach turn.
I wanted my Alejandro back.
His casual yet classy look consists of a white dress shirt, tailored to his form, with the sleeves rolled up, showcasing his veiny forearms and the gold watch on his wrist. His other hand is bare - save for the few rings he usually wore, his family ring on his pinky being one of them.
The first two buttons of his dress shirt are undone, giving me a glimpse of his broad chest and a peek of that gold chain.
He slips a hand into the pocket of his slacks while with the other, he slips a pair of dark sunglasses into the collar of his shirt. His face is shaved and he looked well rested.
Alejandro briefly meets my gaze, his eyes first going to my face then trailing down my body, before he snaps them away while he picks up his pace down the stairs without sparring me another glance.
Ugh.
I can't get a read on him for his face is void of any emotions save for the one of indifference and I curse his stupid ability to hide his emotions well.
I attempt to catch his eye but he doesn't meet my gaze and my heart squeezes. I had effectively ruined what we had.
I felt like crying.
The second he nears me, I'm engulfed by the masculine scent of his cologne. He puts his sunglasses on and I send him a timid smile before stepping closer to him.
"Hey." I say, breaking the tension.
"Ciao." He nods, pursing his lips and glancing behind me. (Hey)
I swallow past the lump forming in my throat, the awkward tension making me shift uncomfortably. But I will myself to move forward and speak again. "We should probably go, but I wanted to let you know that you look very nice." I smile genuinely.
He responds with a tight lipped smile - it's polite, fake.
My genuine smile drops.
I wait for him to say something back, tell me how pretty I look in my dress, or how nice my hair looks - because I look beyond good, but he does no such thing.
Instead, I'm given a good view of the back of his head as he directs his attention to the front door that suddenly pushes open.
I spin around and come to a stand next to him as I glance at him from the corner of my eye. He looks relived at the interruption.
Gritting my teeth, I whirl back towards the door, glaring at the intruder, and when I realize who said intruder is, my heart not only drops, but my glare intensifies.
Greta marches through the doors, looking phenomenal in a skin tight, short dress. She was dressed to the nines and I found myself shifting uncomfortably.
Was I underdressed?
Panic starts to rise, I didn't want to make a complete fool out of myself.
I internally curse myself for going with the safer option. Sure the corset like top of my dress hugged my breasts and the tall slit gave a little peek at my figure. But I was relatively covered and my assets weren't on display.
Greta's however were and she looked damn good. The dress hugged her thin figure in all the right places and her sparkly strappy heels made her the same height as Alejandro.
My eyes go to her lips, as she sends Alejandro a small secretive smile, and to my horror the man on my left returns it.
Ethan had briefly informed me they had been spending more time together over the past few days. I didn't want to believe it, but this had just confirmed my worst nightmare.
The way they had embraced each other with such familiarity told me that they have in fact been hanging out, and this whole brunch would be pouring salt on the wound.
Only it seems as though hurt was all I was going to be getting today because of Alejandro.
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