Ultimate Temptation I
Camila's POV
I'm convinced my self care routines are the only constants in my life.
People come and go, trends die out, things eventually break. But my three forms of self care? Those are set in stone, the only constant in this fleeting life, a constant that elicits the emotions that keep me sane.
Like the sense of fulfillment that comes from my skincare routine after I've applied all my expensive creams. The feeling of extreme pleasure that comes from my self inflicted self care routine. And then there's the validation that comes from my social media routine, one that consists of sharing pictures of myself to all my followers.
The key to maintaining mental stability has come down to these three needs. And when they aren't being fulfilled, my life goes to shit.
Tonight was the start of said life going to shit. And there was only one person to blame, Alejandro Gonzalez
It'd all started when I rain myself a bath after a long stressful day.
I'd begun my routine with applying a face mask. I'd then slipped into the oversized tub with only the dim lights of a few candles and scents of a lavender so sweet, it'd put me in a divine enough mood to carry on with the second ritual in my self care routine.
The one where I derived my own pleasure.
I tried and nearly succeeded in bringing myself to an orgasm much like the first one I'd inflicted upon myself, but failed. It was as though my own hands weren't good enough, not when my body had gotten a taste of true pleasure at the hands of a hot headed Italian.
Nothing compared to Alejanrro's touch, my own included.
It was like a bucket of a cold water infused with aggravation was poured atop me and it'd frustrated me to the point where I'd rinsed myself off and desperately tried to cling onto the third step in my self care routine to bring me a sense of comfort.
I hid one my newest editions to my lingerie set beneath a short silk robe, tied the front loose enough to hint at my cleavage and posed infront of the large mirror in my closet, using my vanity chair as a prop to hide a good chunk of my body.
The photo was the perfect mix of sexy, yet reserved enough to leave room for imagination. It was the riskiest thing I'd ever taken a picture of myself in, but like I'd said, I needed to overcompensate.
And when I'd been satisfied with my pictures, I took to social media, only to find all of my accounts privatized and my followers dwindled down to strictly people from school.
I could see nothing but red as I stormed out of my room and down to the security room where a terrified Alexi fumbled out the truth, saying he was doing so under direct orders from his superior.
He didn't have to say who he was talking about. I knew and the knowledge had me seething. So much so, that by the time I'd gotten to the doors of Alejandro's study, I stopped and took a moment to plot how I was going to lose my shit.
Throwing a tantrum wouldn't work, his dominance would feed off of it. But speaking to him in a civil manner was out of the picture.
Although I hadn't been outright avoiding him these past few days, I kept my distance from him in an attempt to prove that whatever attraction he was feeling was strictly coming from his side.
And it was working. The funny part was that I didn't even have to do anything for him to prove my point.
I'd felt his stare on my ass when I was out tanning by the pool, I'd caught his lingering eyes on my lips when I was doing nothing but enjoying breakfast and I'd seen a glimpse of what happened that morning after her stormed out of breakfast.
I'd followed him out the room fast enough to see him turn the corner and adjust the hard on beneath his slacks.
The man had it worse than I thought, I just didn't know if he'd come to accept it yet.
With a shake my head, I snap into the present as I pace in front of the door while my hands fist the belt of my silk robe.
He had no right to hack into my accounts, no right to try and control the information that I shared on the internet. Especially not when he'd been so hellbent on accusing me of tempting him when in reality he couldn't accept the fact that he was attracted to me.
He thought I was obsessed with him and it was one sided? Who was he kidding, he was deranged.
Someone needed to teach Alejandro Gonzalez a lesson.
And with that thought in mind, I softly open the door and step into his office.
I'm greeted by the sight of the back of his head. He's seated on the couch and had it not been for his reflection in the mirror l wouldn't have noticed him engrossed in reading over a paper.
The door clicking shut is followed by another soft click when I lock it and walk over to him.
Alejandro's head tilts up, his glance towards me is brief and through the mirror before he's back to the papers in his hand.
"Cosa vuoi, Camila?" He sounds tired as he runs a hand through his hair and I note how he's wearing his slacks and dress shirt. (What do you want, Camila a?)
Most of the front buttons on his shirt are undone and wrinkly. His legs are crossed infront of him and his forearm is perched on the arm of the couch, thumb grazing his jaw as he reads through it.
"I can't sleep." I mumble softly, rounding the couch and standing before his seated form. Everything about my actions and tone seems soft, harmless.
Exactly what I want.
He doesn't look up from his papers. The only sign of attention I get is the way he uncrosses his legs, spreading them slightly to get comfortable and sighs distractedly as he leans back into the couch. "Come here."
I narrow my eyes while his hand finds my wrist and he motions me down into the space on the couch next to him.
The annoyance I'm trying so hard to maintain briefly snaps prompting me to turn around and drop my ass down, right into the space between his legs, relishing in the surprised grunt he lets out when my weight comes down onto his crotch.
Instinctively his hand flies to my hip before he finally looks up at me through the mirror ahead where I innocently blink at him. "Oh, I'm sorry," My voice is reserved, "Did that hurt?"
He eyes me a moment, it's tense before he forces out a curt, "No."
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