Confusion III
Camila's POV
I lean back in my chair and roll my eyes, Ethan's antics beyond annoying. "Do you see me responding to them? No. They're useless thirsty messages."
He doesn't look pleased, but I snatch my phone from his hands and shut it off, cutting the conversation off while he's left grumbling under his breath.
Its easy to ignore Ethan. But it's not easy to ignore the sudden gaze boring into the side of my head. "What are you posting on there?"
I turn towards Alejandro, who's phone is gone and attention is solely on me.
I raise a brow. "Why does it matter?"
He looks calm, but I can tell somethings bothering him. "You're under my protection. You can't be posting things that put your location or yourself at risk." His voice is steady, and his words are careful.
"Oh it's nothing like that." I brush him off. "It's mostly just selfies or pictures of my cute outfits."
That seems to make his shoulders tense. And this time when he speaks his words are grit in a low tone. "In what exactly?"
"Clothes." I deadpan, "I'm in clothes, Alejandro. Why are you getting so worked up?" Something about the way he cares so much makes my stomach flutter. I don't let him see it. "Chill out."
That does the complete opposite. His demeanour hardens as he looks towards me. "Then why are men bombarding you with messages?" He's seething.
I innocently blink at him, "You're the man here, you tell me."
That doesn't make it better and I know I'm playing a dangerous game. He looks murderous, on the brink of snapping so with a sigh, I stop. "Look, the messages are harmless. I don't respond to them, anyways."
He doesn't look satisfied. He looks like he's plotting. I jump to change the subject. "I get my calculus test back today." He blinks towards me and I send him a bright, distracting smile. "Do I get a celebratory dinner out for my achievements?"
He still looks like he's not going to let up and I briefly wonder what the man is thinking about doing. Whatever it is, it can't be good.
I nudge his hand to grab his attention and he snaps out of it to respond. "I'll have Marco pick up dinner from your place of choice, then bring it to you."
My face falls. That's not what I had in mind. "No that's okay." I say lightly, popping a strawberry into my mouth.
Alejandro watches me, and I chew, sending him a sarcastic smile.
His eyes briefly snap down to my lips, before they move back to my face and he clears his throat, his strong jaw working at chewing his food.
"I'll just sit my ass here, locked up in this prison you've disguised as a house." My smile drops.
The man doesn't humour me. He merely raises a brow. "Prison? Last I checked a twenty million dollar mansion doesn't sound like a place people want out from."
"Then let me go out." Alejandro thinks about it then nods. "Alone." I add.
"No." He says swiftly before going back to his food.
I roll my eyes and scoff. "As you wish, Warden."
. . .
"How about your father? I bet you miss him, right?" I purse my lips, before nodding hesitantly. Of course I missed papà.
I then look up to give William a deadpan look. "Of course I miss my dead parent. What kind of question is that?" I snap.
For someone that went Yale, William could be so dense. He laughs awkwardly before going back to grading the paper before him.
I came in here for lunch with my literature essay that William offered to grade privately with the condition I spend lunch with him.
And so, I reluctantly agreed. I could use an A.
He's sitting at his desk while I'm in the chair across from him ignoring William's pathetic attempts at making conversation.
"Camila, pumpkin." I look up to see his brows furrowed as he glances at my lapsed before him. "You tend to stray away from the main point a lot. There are also lots of runny sentences. You sure this is your finally draft?"
I purse my lips and glance around the room. I didn't want a bad mark but I also didn't want to do it again.
With a dejected sigh, I look up at William as I bring my foot up to trail his calf under the table, "I'm sorry. I haven't been getting enough sleep." I pout.
William frowns, pulling his chair closer so that my foot slides higher up his thigh. "Why's that?"
I shrug, rubbing his calf up and down and I can see him swallow thickly. "I-I've just been up thinking, you know school, my parents, you..." I trail.
"You t-think about me?" He asks his eyes widening as he disregards the paper on the desk.
I nod. "Yeah, but only when I'm alone in my room."
He breathes out a large breath. "What about me do you think about?"
I want to laugh at how easy this is for me but I don't. Instead I bite my bottom lip and look away, not showing him the little smile on my face. "I-I can't tell you. It's private." I whisper shyly.
His strained face meets mine and I can see just how badly he wants to know. Biting my lip I lean forward disregarding my leg as I blink up at him innocently. "Maybe once your done grading my essay I can tell you." I say bringing my tongue out to slowly trail my bottom lip.
His eyes follow the action and the next thing I know, he's grading my test at a cheetah like speed. It's almost humanly impossible for him to read that fast but I push it aside as he hastily jots down an A before looking up at me expectantly.
With a smile, I leaning forward. I knew William was growing desperate for me. And it had almost everything to do with the fact that I had stopped touching him all together. It just didn't feel right since Alejandro's been in the picture.
"I-I think about your cute hair, your soft lips, your dorky glasses." I trialing my eyes down and bite my lip. "I think about your—" And then I'm cut off by the bell signalling the end of lunch.
I smile at the perfect timing before standing up and blowing William an air kiss as I turn around and walk out, but not before hearing him groan in agony behind me.
Like I said, straight men thought with their dicks.
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