Chapter fifteen: Man-whore
Chapter fifteen: Man-whore
Camilla
"Oh my goodness, Camilla?" I heard Susan's voice call as I entered her place.
She was currently sitting down at one of the dine in tables. I could faintly see that she was with someone but I was more focused on trying to contain the tears that started to form in my eyes.
"I am sorry, Susan, I am really very sorry."
She has practically become a second mother to me. My birth mother was always too busy drinking to notice my existence anyways so Susan is more so the mother I never had. Either way, I just needed to talk to her.
"My sweet girl, where have you been? Are you okay?" She stood up from her seat and pulled me to her embrace.
"I am sorry, I should have called but…"
"You don't need to apologize. I know what happened and it is not your fault for needing some time."
"Wait, what?"
"Robin came here about two days ago, looking for you. He said you guys had a fight and that he wanted to fix things with you. He told me that he has forgiven you for what you did and…."
"What, I did?" I sequeaked.
"Susan, he has been cheating on me and I caught him when I came home on that day." She pulled away from me and looked straight into my eyes.
"He cheated on you?"
"Yes, Susan."
She was silent for a moment and speaking again.
"Okay?"
Okay? What is going on? I thought she would be raging on Robin for what he did and at me for not calling her. This silence however was almost worse, it was unnerving.
"Hey, Dan!" She shouted at the man currently working behind the counter.
"I am going to need to extend my break for another hour, is that okay?"
"No, you don't have to…"
"No problem, I have nowhere to be." The man cut me off. She thanked him before looking back at me.
"Come here, I have someone I would like you to meet."
She pulled me away from where we stood and towards the table she was just sitting previously. Looking at who she was referring to, I can't control the way my stomach instantly flutters at the sight before me.
A man who looks to be in his middle thirties was sitting, leaning his large back against the booth. To say he was attractive would have been an understatement. Loose black waves rested in a perfect mess on top of his head. Every angle of his face is sharp and defined, adding beautifully to his golden unblemished skin.
"Camilla, this is Gregorio Jaxson. Gregorio, this is Camilla Ranger." She introduced.
Raising from his seat, I suddenly feel extremely small from the way he towers over me. He had to look down slightly just so he could meet my eyes. Oh but when he did, my heart skipped instantly. His hazel eyes looked down at me, causing a shiver to trail down my spine.
"Hello, it is my pleasure to meet you." He offered his hand for me to shake.
Reaching out, I connected my hand to his much larger one.
"It is my pleasure to meet you too." I replied, trying my absolute best to contain the sparks that are currently shooting through my entire body.
I wonder if he feels the same way too? Probably not.
"Well, Gregorio. Camilla here is going through a fresh break up so we are going to have a little chat about it. I am going to grab some food but you are more than welcome to stay. Goodness knows that you have been through a whole lot of them yourself."
"Are you insinuating something?" He asked with humor in his voice and an amused smile on his face.
"Yes, actually. That was my nice way of calling you a man-whore."
"Ouch! Tell me what you really think about me." He said, still smiling.
"The truth hurts, doesn't it?"
"Wow," he laughed.
"You know what, I am going to stay. Besides, it would be a shame to leave when there is someone as beautiful as this one here to keep me company." He nodded towards me, causing my heart to quicken a beat and my eyes to widen slightly.
Holy shít, was this man just flirting with me? No matter how hard I tried to fight it, a small blush made its way to my cheeks. When I looked back at him, he just gave me a wink, causing me to look away again.
Wait, should I have said thank you? Oh my goodness, it is probably too late now but it was rude of me not to. Why am I even panicking, it is not like I am going to see him again after today anyways. He is probably not even paying attention to me.
"Camilla?" His naturally sensual voice snapped me out of my internal thoughts. I really hate how much I liked the way my name rolls out of his mouth.
"Yes?" I said, forcing myself to look at him and the relaxed smirk that has formed on his face.
"Did you want to come sit down?"
I was so lost in my own thoughts that I hadn't even realized that Susan had gone behind the counter to grab some snacks and that this Gregorio of a guy is now sitting down again.
"Sure, sorry. I was a little bit out for a second."
"Yes, I could tell. Thinking about anything interesting?" He grins but the glint of amusement in his eyes gives away the fact that he already knows where my mind went to, him.
"Nothing serious." I dodge, being too embarrassed to admit what we both already know the answer to.
Pulling out a chair across from him, I took a seat and tucked the material of my dress under myself. His ice cold eyes follow my every movement, making me feel a little nervous. I don't know what to say so I just look down and twiddle my thumbs together. When I raised my head a little bit, I found out that he was still looking at me.
"What?" I asked.
"What?" He repeated, raising his perfectly shaped eyebrows at me.
"Why are you looking at me?"
"I like to look at nice things, is that not allowed?"
Nice things? I had no response to that so instead, I just looked back down at my lap with a slightly shy smile across my face. I still wasn't exactly sure who this guy was but I couldn't deny that a very large part of me was curious.
Or maybe, I just wasn't used to people as attractive as Gregorio to be so openly flirtatious with me. At my slight uncertainty around him and lack of response, he tilted his head in an expression that looked a lot interesting and a few strands of his hair brushing against his forehead at the action. Gosh, I was tempted to touch it.
"I am really sorry about your breakup." That was something I didn't expect to hear from him.
My eyes flickered up to him at that and I saw his usual eased confidence in his body language. I also saw that he wasn't simply using that knowledge as small talk.
"Thanks but you don't have to be."
I instinctively made sure to keep the ever so faint bruising across my knuckles hidden from the headlights of the cafe.
"I am not hurt." I added, my response was one that surprised myself a little bit but it couldn't have been more true.
As much as it hurts now, at least I will be able to move on to hopefully something better one day.
"You seem very nervous nonetheless."
I know he can't see me picking at my thumbnails under them but still something has given my anxiousness away. That didn't mean I was going to admit it to a stranger even though he was the one causing me to shift in my seat.
Giving him a small, innocent shrug, I just let things slide but he didn't.
"Anything I can help you with?" He asked with a calming sort of dominance that told me he didn't by the attempt of brushing his words off.
Surprisingly, it made me feel a little more at ease.
"I am just naturally stressed sometimes." Unsure if there was some sort of hidden meaning behind his question.
I couldn't exactly understand this guy though, he seemed a little familiar in a way that didn't make a lot of sense.
"And what have you stressed out about?"
I was tempted to tell him it was none of his business, to ask why he cared when I am sure he had much better things to do than talk to someone who interrupted his lunch visit.
I took a breath to give him a vague answer but my attention was quickly drawn at the sight of a full handed Susan walking towards us with a platter of freshly baked goods and muffins.
"Sorry that it took me so long." Susan huffed as she placed the snacks down on the table.
"I will be back with the lemonade in just a few minutes."
My eyes followed her movement back to the counter but I stopped her before she could even take a full step.
"Why don't you let me get it for you?" I offered, even if it was more so, an excuse for myself to breathe.
"It is the least I can do."
I couldn't explain the strange pull I felt towards Gregorio, let alone the way his constant attentiveness made me feel but I was a little on edge because of it.
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