Game On Bitch I
Camila's POV
It was early, too early.
I had no idea what prompted me to wake up at such an early hour and then give Alejandro a show. But I quickly grew to regret it for I had lots of time to spare and Alejandro was no where in sight.
I cast a glance towards his bedroom door as I walk out of mine, to see them shut. I debate on going in there, but think better than to bother him anymore than I already do.
Instead, I make my way down to breakfast and watch the maids as they set the table.
"Morning, Miss Camila." Comes a soft voice.
I turn around and smile at Divya."Morning Divy, whatcha got cooking this morning?" I ask, trailing after her.
Divy was the only other young girl in this house. She didn't live here but she worked alongside numerous other maids and I'd grown to confide in her as a friend.
It got lonely in this house and oftentimes she was good company, even if I had to follow her around and help her with some of her work. She listened and gave good advice.
She begins to set a plate and my brows furrow. No one usually sat on the other side of Alejandro. "We are having a guest for breakfast. Miss Greta is coming over."
My face drops, Divy looks up and purses her lips as she rests a hand on my shoulder. "Don't look so down, Cam. It's just breakfast, she's not moving in."
My wide panic filled eyes snap to hers."You don't understand. That bitch is horrible, mean and nasty." I say.
Divy sighs and gives me a sympathetic smile. "I'm sure Mr.Gonzalez knows what he's doing." Is all she says before turning around and rushing back into the kitchen.
I'm still reeling from this terrible news when Marco strides in the room. How could this day get any worse?
"You're up early," he glances at his watch. "That gives us thirty minutes to go over some calculus."
I spoke too soon. This day just got even worse.
. . .
Tutoring with Marco sucks. He's so mean and frustrating. Always scolding me for not listening, or doing enough.
Which is why when the thirty minutes are up I jump up from the couch and dash towards breakfast, away from the scary teddy bear.
I get into the long hallway that leads to the dining room, but my gaze narrows as I stare up ahead of me to see the tall devil sauntering before me.
Greta is wearing a green summer floral dress that looks like it belongs back in 2016. I mean seriously, does she not follow recent fashion trends? Either way it hugs her thin frame perfectly and she accessorizes it with the brute walking alongside her-her bodyguard.
I follow in behind her but stop at the threshold of the dining room, my jaw clenching as I watch her approach Alejandro, who smiles and lets her peck his cheek in greeting before she takes a seat.
My seat.
My blood starts boiling and had it not been for Divy coming up to give me a reassuring squeeze on my arm, I would have thrown a fit. But I needed to calm down, and so with a few breaths I opt for watching the scene before me for a moment.
No one notices us standing off to the side just yet, which gives me time to watch what Alejandro does next and my heart leap.
Before he take his seat, he takes Greta's hand and ushers her to the other chair, away from my seat.
She happily complies as she takes a seat on the other side of Alejandro- across from my chair, and I don't even care that she's sitting so close to him because, Alejandro saved my seat.
A small triumphant smile slips onto my face and I step into the room, gathering the attention of the most important man in the room. "Morning." I chirp.
Alejandro is in the midst of getting comfortable in his seat when he pauses and looks up at me, our eyes connect and he immediately looks away, clearing his throat. "Morning, Principessa."
I take in his freshly shaved face and well rested features. He looks better than he did yesterday.
I distractedly place a peck on Ethan's cheek in greeting before moving to do the same to Alejandro, only when he tilts his head for me, I skim my lips across the corner of his.
"You look well rested." He doesn't protest, but he also doesn't look me in my eye as the tiniest bit of tension wracks over his shoulders.
I happily take my seat, and cast a glace up at Greta whose eyes are wide and her face is scrunched up in pure outrage at the action.
I smile at her. "Morning, Feta."
Her eyes narrow into slits. "It's Greta." She bites.
Someone woke up on the wrong side of bed.
Couldn't be me though, I woke up right under Alejandro.
My smile grows at that thought before I look down and start piling food onto my plate. "Eh, potato patato. Same shit." I shrug.
A gasp escapes her glossy lips and I look up to see her enraged face starring at Alejandro. "She can't just talk to me like that."
Alejandro doesn't look up at her, and with a sigh, he turns towards me, "Be nice, Principessa." His tone is dry and unbothered, like he couldn't care less what I did.
I want to roll my eyes but I nod obediently as Ethan next to me starts coughing in an attempt to cover up his cackle.
"So, to what do we owe the pleasure?" Ethan asks after clearing his throat.
Greta's eyes snap to him, before she looks back at Alejandro who is now busy typing away on his phone. She smiles at Ethan. "Alejandro's taking me out today on the yatch. Isn't that right, babe?"
My ears perk and my attention shifts to Alejandro who doesn't look up from his phone. He manages a distracted nod. "You're welcome to come Ethan, after you've taken care of the-" He stops himself as he looks up, casts a glance from me to Ethan. "Rat problem."
The man next to me leans back with a satisfied smile. "Fuck, yeah. I haven't been on the yacht yet."
"I didn't know you had a boat." I look between the two of them and shift feeling a little left out. "I've never been on one."
Alejandro looks up from his food, "The invitation is yours as well."
And before I can respond,, I'm cut off, "Too bad you've school." Greta pouts and Alejandro's features drop in realization.
"Yeah, I do." I sigh dramatically, "it's just..." I stare at my food and move the pieces of bacon around my plate. "I don't know if I feel good enough to go-considering all that went down yesterday..."
"You'll come." A hand engulfs mine over the table and Alejandro gives it a firm squeeze, while his stare is that determined one of a man who's made up his mind. "Marco will handle catching you up on what you miss."
"If you insist." My smile grows as I blush at the action. "I think I should be able to dig up an old bikini in the back of my closet." I murmur, biting my lip and watching as Alejandro's eyes dart down to the action.
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