Chapter 48: I Want Tonight To Be Perfect
Chapter 148: I Want Tonight To Be Perfect
Gregorio
The rain currently pouring outside was effectively souring my mood, however the knowledge of who was about to be at my doorstep brightened it immensely. I have painfully waited forty-eight hours to have Camilla to myself for the night and while rain ruined my plans of taking her out, I refused to allow this to be anything less than perfect.
I may not be able to cook and don't know the first thing about dating but that didn't stop my heart from racing nervously, yet excitedly at the sound of the doorbell ringing. Tonight is going to be about me and her.
Adjusting the cuffs of my leather jacket, I steadily walked over to the door to find her absolutely soaked on the other side, her hair wet and make-up running under her eyes.
"Hey, sweetheart?" I smiled at the sight, trying to add some teasing into my tone to lighten her noticeably unhappy state.
All I got was a quick 'hi' in response, she walked past me and hastily placed her handbag onto the front table.
"Wow, what is going on?" I asked, reaching out to her with my hand only to just brushed off with a shrug of her shoulder.
Seeing her reflection in the mirror, I notice her eyes are slightly puffy and I know that is not from the rain.
"Hey?" I said again softly, my eyebrows furrowing at the sight of her obvious mood right now.
"Not everything is your business, you know." She mumbled under her breath, trying to reel away from me.
I don't know what was going on but something is very wrong here. I watched as she pushed off her shoes with her hands, soon standing barefoot on the floor hall mat, not wanting to drag water into the house. The way her arms wrapped around her body indicated her trying to close everything off but that wasn't happening, especially not with me.
Walking towards her and forcing her to turn to me, I didn't allow her to look away as I tilted her head up to meet my gaze. As I suspected, there was no doubt her messed up make-up wasn't caused by the rain alone. She has been crying and I was ready to end the person who was the cause of it.
"Okay, you and I are going to talk about what is the matter. I am going to pamper you and treat you to a proper date and then I am going to remind you who you are speaking to here." I said, holding her and not letting her shut me out.
So far, this night had gone without anything of what I had planned and I refused to let anything ruin this for us.
"Do you think I could get a towel first?" She asked and though I know she was trying to rein it in, I could still hear the bite of her tone.
Either she was mad at me or something else was up and I simply got the job of being her punching bag. That was not something I planned on allowing to slide either.
Not giving her the chance to move away, I picked her up into my arms and began to walk into the house. As expected, it surfaced her usual self, protest of getting me wet causing her mind to stray from whatever it was that was eating away at her.
"I…" she began but I cut her off with a pointed look.
It was taking everything in me to not toss her over my lap and spank her ass raw for using that tone with me but I could tell something serious was bothering her. The reprimanding would have to come after. Promptly carrying her up the staircase and to the main bathroom on our left, I placed her down on the counter and silently wet a cloth under the sink.
Even with mascara smeared across her face, she was breathtakingly beautiful, although it wasn't hard to tell the mess was bothering her immensely. It was why I focused on taking care of her first, knowing punishment would only cause a fight I never wished to have.
"I am sorry." She apologized as my hand raised to her face and my fingers clutched around the damp warm towel for her eyes.
As her gaze fluttered shut, I saw her swallow guiltily as I tilted her head up for better grip. I didn't say anything, instead wiping under her eyes gently and watching as the dark make-ups slowly began to transfer onto the towel.
"My mother called me today." She began, distaste and tenseness clear in her features.
"The last time we spoke was about her spending so much money behind my back and now she has guilt tripping me about how I never make an effort to be in her life."
As displeased as I was about the way she acted when I first opened the door for her, all of those emotions became channeled into her admissions the second the words came out of her mouth. I knew more than anyone about people related by blood not automatically equating to family. She just hasn't accepted that yet.
"What part about that bothers you so much?"
The question clearly surprised her as her eyes reopened to meet my stare, the one half of her face now clear from not only eyeshadow but also distress. She paused for a thoughtful second before she grimaced.
"The fact that I agreed to visit her next weekend."
My movements instantly ceased, her eyes not meeting mine.
"I am saying goodbye for good?" She quickly adds, trying to blink away her tears of frustration and the ones of the little girl who was never cared for in the way she should have been.
"I need to do this for myself but that doesn't make it any less damn hard."
I try to process her words as I go back to wiping her face, understanding filling me along with the worry. I didn't want her within a hundred miles of either her mother or her stepfather but at the same time, this wasn't about me. I hated that her sadness would be inevitable because of this visit and I hated even more how deeply I understood.
Even though my every instinct tells me to, I won't stop her from gaining the closure she needs. All I can do is support her and hopefully take her mind off this for now.
"And I looked like shit." She said with a sigh.
"I wanted tonight to be perfect because it is the first…." She trails off, though I know what she was trying to say.
"It is our first night together and you are excited so you wanted it to be perfect." She nodded, knowing because imak feeling the same way.
Her confirming nod and exhale of tension told me all I needed. Finishing with the towel and tossing it onto the sink, my fingers dropped down to her and gently took them into my hold.
"Who said this isn't as perfect?" I planted my lips to the back of her hand before returning the gesture to her other hand.
"I have been scrambling for a week to take you out on a date, every bit planned out because I thought that was what would make this a special moment for us."
I smiled down at her, her hair dark and wet for the rain and the strands curling into little ringlets.
"As nice as that would have been, this night is about us. Who cares where it happens?" The rest of her worries dissolve with my final words and it is then that I allowed an amused smirk to appear across my face.
"We both know this is going to end with you in my bed anyways."
At the sight of sly blush forming on her cheeks, I knew she was back to herself. I was more than glad too because I no longer felt guilty at the idea of stripping off the skin tight dress she put on for tonight, nor the soaked lingerie she worried about underneath. The cold rain had her nipples rock hard and I didn't bother to be discreet as I admired my girl, my eyes itching over her body slowly.
When she shivered, I knew it wasn't from the cool chill of the counter. Although I had no intentions of taking this further yet, I loved that even after being with us for one month now, she is still painfully shy. It was the reason I took my time unbuttoning my shirt bit by bit, keeping my eyes trained on her every reaction and smiling as I pulled the long sleeve onto her.
The fact that she was surprised made it even better, rolling the bagging cuffs and securing the material to her body. I knew the shirt would smell like me and honestly, every possessive part of me liked the idea of her wearing not only my shirt but also my scent as well.
Not minding in the least that I was now shirtless, my leather jacket was forgotten on the counter as I guided her off by her waist before lending her back out to the hallway. This may not have been anywhere near what I had planned but it was almost better.
It felt less forced and it sure as hell made it easier to get her bare beneath my clothing.
"The movie is yours to choose tonight, sweetheart." I whispered into her ear, relieved that she not only smiled in response but also leaned into my touch.
I had so many new ideas for tonight but right now, I wanted her in my lap and cuddled up on top of me. Scooping her up and carrying her over to the couch, I happily plopped her down, laughing at her squeal and the way a few pieces of her wet hair stuck to her forehead at the moment.
Gosh, she is really beautiful.
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