Game on Bitch II
Camila's POV
And then he's back to diverting his gaze like he can't look me in the eye while Greta huffs under her breath.
I ignore Alejandro's behavior and let the satisfied hum run through my body.
Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad after all. My gaze trails up to see Greta glaring down at her plate, and it brings a smile to my face.
This was going to be a good day.
I continue to watch her as she throws a silent tantrum, my smile only dropping as I watch Divy carry out a bowl of what seems to be oatmeal towards Greta's plate.
Only when she reaches over, Greta's still glowering and I watch as her arm accidentally brushes the bowl, causing its contents to spill all over Greta's hideous green dress.
I can't help but chuckle under my breath before it transforms into a cringe as Greta screams, the noise sounding like nails on a chalkboard.
Greta's body guard is immediately rushing forward and grabbing onto Divy's arm, the manner in which he handles her aggressive.
"Can you do your fucking job properly!?" Greta explodes.
I narrow my eyes at the blond haired serpent.
Divy's face pales and although her red cheeks aren't visible due to her brown skin, I can tell she feels humiliated. But Greta continues to scream at her and all the attention of the men go to the commotion. While mine zeros in on the man gripping Divy's arm tightly.
"Maybe if you weren't flat out ignoring her, you wouldn't be covered in oatmeal." I smile, but it's anything but nice. "Besides, she did you a favour, that's a hideous dress."
That gets her to stop her screaming and snap her angry eyes to me.
I ignore her glare and send one of my own to her bodyguard, narrowing my eyes at him, "Don't touch her."
The man blinks back at me, his face stoic as he refuses to acknowledge me.
They way he looks at me, like I'm nothing but a spec of dust makes me feel far angrier than before. The sign of disrespect not only humiliating but demeaning.
My fingers tighten around the fork in my hand. "Let. Go. Of. Her."
Silence blankets over the space.
Divy swallows and looks down at the man's grasp on her arm, as if waiting for him to listen, but the man continues to ignore me.
My blood boils and I have to take a deep breath to stop myself from jumping that shrek looking demon.
And when that doesn't work, I lose it. "Let go!"
Why was he so dismissive towards me?
It's only when a firm voice from next to me speaks that the man lets go. "You heard her." One simple sense and nod from Alejandro is all it takes for the man to finally step away.
And it's in that moment that I understand why people went to extremes such as inflicting death on others.
I wanted that bald eagle looking asshole dead.
But my attention is then snapped to the sound of Greta's voice as she speaks disrespectfully to my innocent friend. "Clean it off me, now."
Divy's hands shake, the obvious choice of words meant to humiliate and before she can get down onto her knees, I stop her.
My fist stings as I slam it against the table, effectively cutting off whatever else that wretched bitch was about to say.
"No." I stay calm, yet my icely gaze is set on Greta. "You don't need to do anything. You didn't do anything wrong." My words are aimed at Divy, but my gaze is set on Greta, who's eyes widen like she's about to explode.
I don't dare to back down.
I'd happily take whatever she was going to dish out.
"Alejandro, babe." she whines as she pouts at the man in question. "She's getting out of hand."
I scoff and raise a brow at her.
Was she serious? I'd beat her at her own game in a heartbeat.
"Alejandro." I drawl, in my softest voice as his attention moves to me. I give him my softest smile. "I'm perfectly fine."
He pauses a moment, contemplating what he's going to say next and I hold his gaze. I don't back down, and so, with a nod he turns towards Divy, "It's okay Divya, you can get back to what you were doing earlier."
"Thank you, Sir." She murmurs scurrying off and I see her wipe a tear. My heart squeezes as I make a mental note to check on her later.
The rest of the table, including Alejandro are back to eating their food and dismissing the little scene that went on, while Greta's drilling holes into my forehead.
I smile at her, and raise a brow.
Game on, bitch.
Turing towards Alejandro I plaster on a small sad smile. "Can I ride with you to the harbour? I'll feel safer with you." I blink innocently up at Alejandro.
The man's eyes soften slightly and his hand enufs mine, squeezing it over the table. "Of course, Principessa." Is all he says before he goes back to his food.
By this point Greta's gotten up and begun to storm out of the room. I decide I'm done with my food and excuse myself to get into the hallway after her.
I send her an innocent smile as I pass her. "Don't play a game you know you won't win." My tone is light and sweet, but the threat is there.
Greta steps closer to me, towering over me as she sneers down at me. "I don't know what the hell you think your doing. But back off, before you make me take your precious little Alejandro away from. Don't test me." I roll my eyes but she's not done. "You're lucky I even let him baby you like he does." She spits.
"Have you not learned anything?" I sigh dramatically before tilting my head as a small devilish smile takes up my face. "You can try, but I'll win, every single time."
"I'd like to see you try."
If she was going to be a bitch, so was I.
I spin on my heels and start skipping away towards the front foyer but not before looking over my shoulder at her.
"Bring it on, bitch."
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