Banana II
Alejandro's POV
That was the reasoning behind what happened earlier today when I'd caught a glimpse of her tanning near the pool through the window in my office. It was just a peek, I didn't let my eyes trail her body and instead watched as she smiled and chatted with the pool boy.
And when he had said something to make her laugh, I had nearly lost it. They were probably flirting harmlessly like most young adults did, yet that thought didn't calm me down at all.
She wasn't in danger, so why did I feel this need to protect her from him? She was perfectly capable of handling herself and him however she pleased.
But I had rooted myself to my spot, watching their interaction up until she turned to leave. I was going to leave it at that, ignore how it made my chest stir. That was until I caught the way the boy pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of her ass in her bikini as she walked away from him.
And before I knew it, I was making my way down the stairs and towards the pool.
It all happened so quickly. I had snapped his phone before doing the same to his arm and sent the hysterical boy away telling him he was fired.
As the adrenaline dissipated and my mind was still debating on wether I'd let him off the hook too easily, I realised Camila Rodriguez had gained control over a side of me that was now devoted to her.
A side that seemed to be coming out of its dormant shell and taking over my mind like a plague.
She possessed the ability to make the purest of things so sinfully reeling. And despite my best efforts, my mind would wander.
Wander to the melodic sounds that would leave her lips when she was aroused. The sweet way my name would escape her lips in a breathless gasp when I was pleasuring her.
There were a million reasons as to why I couldn't have her, and I'd done a good job of keep my thoughts to myself.
I'd ignored her in that skimpy little night dress. Ignored her when it rode up or to the side when she was sleeping in my arms. Ignore her when the material would shift, and I knew that if I peeked, I'd catch sight of her nipple.
It was all untouched by me.
And it needed to be kept that way.
She was just messing with my head.
This attraction was a byproduct of the temptation she posed.
That's all.
. . .
I valued breakfast. It was a time I could enjoy my food, whilst in the company of the people closest to me.
Except when someone occupied the chair to my left. It was almost always empty, telling me that Alexi, who's currently in the chair is going to be talking my ear off.
The tiniest of sighs escapes from beneath my breath as I take my seat at the head of the table, a sign for everyone to begin eating.
I barely have time to fill my plate with food before Alexi's diving right into what he wants from me. "So Capo, I've assessed all of Camila's social media and can confidently say she's not making her location public."
I cast a glance to my side to see Camila's seat still empty and then turn towards Alexi. "And how about her direct messages? Is she giving away any personal information?"
"Not really..." he shifts uncomfortably and I turn to eye him, raising a brow for him to continue. "But some of the messages she gets are very.... Vulgar and explicit."
I consider having him locate the sender of each of those messages so that I can squeeze the life out of them with my own hands, but instead think better of it.
Anger coats my words as I speak next. "Block them all and-"
Before I can finish my sentence, I notice a head of dark hair slip into the seat to my right. I clear my throat. "I expect you to continue monitoring the situation closely."
He nods at me, trailing his eyes to the girl sitting to my right, just as her voice pipes into our conversation, "Morning, Alexi."
Like a sirens call, the sweet caress of her voice captures all my attention and I have to force my eyes onto my plate instead of her.
I half hoped she'd use this Saturday morning to sleep in and miss breakfast, then I wouldn't have to face what she did to me head on.
"Morning, Ethan." I wait for it to come, and when it doesn't, I pause and glance up to see her turned and engaged in a conversation with Ethan.
She'd completely ignored me, and while it'd make the turmoil in my head all the easier to deal with, it didn't make me feel all that accomplished.
"Anyways," Alexi starts, "I've been reading up on these motion triggered laser precision security cameras-" I ignore what he's saying and turn all my attention to the girl clad in a pink silk robe.
And knowing that the flimsy piece of silk was there to cover up an even smaller flimsy piece of cloth shot a wave of awareness through me.
I trace the slope of her nose as I pull my gaze up to her eyes.
No morning peck, no morning smile, nothing.
She was punishing me.
Further getting under my skin by speaking to Ethan yet sitting close enough for me to look past the loosened collar of her robe and right down her top.
Frustration bubbles deep in my chest.
Was she doing that on purpose too?
I snap my eyes away only to meet Alexi's eyes as he stares at me, waiting for an answer.
"Sure." I mumble briskly.
Alexi's face lights up. "Damn, I didn't think you'd say yes at first. But I promise it'll be worth it. You'll see."
I nod at him once and return to my food, my eyes betraying me and dragging to my right just as the sound of her soft laugh floats into my ear.
I have the urge to bottle it up.
I turn my head when the soft laugh turns to a hysterical one at something Ethan says. My annoyance spikes, that is until it turns to frustration the minute she hunches over, holding her stomach. The action draws my gaze down and I clench my jaw.
No bra, just a think tank top with her tits practically spilling out of it.
I snap my gaze away.
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