Chapter sixteen: Nothing Is Good
Chapter sixteen: Nothing Is Good
Camilla
It was like he has been watching my every action since we have been introduced and acts as though he already knows everything there is to know about me from just a few minutes of my company.
"Don't be ridiculous." Susan ruffles as if my words were uncalled for.
"I will be right back."
Before I can seize an opportunity to protest, she is moving away in the opposite direction. I don't know why but there was something about Gregorio that is working me up.
He radiates some sort of unexplainable control that makes me feel both intimidated and drawn in at the same time. Either way, it was messing with my head.
"What is the problem, sweetheart? Not enjoying my company?" He teased and a nervous flush made its way onto my cheeks.
I wasn't sure if I was enjoying this or not. I shot him a look in response before grabbing one of the snacks Susan had placed on the table. The food is a much better option than explaining to Gregorio that my heart was currently beating faster from his presence alone.
"I haven't known you long enough to figure that out yet." I responded after a moment, briefly sucking just the tip of my index finger into my mouth to clean away some of the crumbs from my mostly finished pastry. I immediately regretted the action almost instantly.
Considering how put together Gregorio seemed, I probably just embarrassed myself for not using a napkin and the thought had me dropping my hand, glancing up to look at him. He still maintained that intense, confusing state of his but now, it wasn't on me rather the curve of my lips.
For the first time since I met this guy, he seemed a little bit spaced out. I wasn't sure what to make of the expression on his face right now or how his jawline became more prominent as it flexer in.
"Stop looking at me like that."
I really shouldn't like the way his stare made me feel as much as I do, especially considering I came here to discuss my breakup, I needed it to stop.
"And how exactly am I looking at you, sweetheart?"
I took a deep breath at his words, my body reacting to the way his lips curved upwards into an easy smile. His eyes met mine, showing both a hint of challenge and slight surprise.
What was worse is that we both knew exactly how he was looking at me. Why does he feel the need to keep asking questions he already knows the answer to? Ignoring the butterflies that arose at his nickname he just called me. I suddenly became very interested in everything other than the hazel eyes and appealing soft waves of hair in front of me.
"I asked you a question, Camilla." His tone this time was demanding, yet not in a way that made him seem desperate for my answer. His words were laced with dominance and amusement, seemingly having no doubt he would get what he wanted from me even if I myself couldn't figure it out.
Despite the way his voice sounded, slowly tightening deep in my core, a huge part of me remembered that he was a stranger and I didn't owe him anything. What makes him think that he can tell me what to do?
"Or what?" I raised an eyebrow back in challenge, allowing him to see the defiance in my body language.
This time, it was him he didn't respond. Instead, I watched as his jaw clenched slightly as if he was holding himself back from saying something he shouldn't.
"Alright, don't answer." His grin caused my body to shift under his gaze.
"More time for me to tell you how stunning I think you are."
Just like that, my confidence in holding a normal conversation flew out of the window as surprise rolled through me. How in the hell can a person be so flirtatious yet controlling as the man sitting opposite me.
"Susan was right." I said under my breath more so to myself than anything else.
I didn't catch how bad that sounded until it was too late.
"About me being a man-whore?" His eyebrows raised at me in question.
For the second time today, showing that I have caught him off guard as an amused, yet calm reaction appeared on his face. I didn't mean it like that but I only shrugged as if to say otherwise.
"I am not used to people flirting with me that is all." I simply responded, seriously beginning to wonder where Susan was.
I swear Susan did this deliberately but Gregorio's company was shockingly serving as a great distraction from all of my stress right now. Both on the eye and the brain.
"Didn't know we were lying to each other now." He tilted his head, reaching out for the muffin in front of me and beginning to promptly peel away the wrapping.
"Who said I was lying?" I asked, confused at his words or rather what they insinuated.
"Didn't you just get out of a long term relationship?" He takes a small bite of his muffin before placing it down and I nodded in confirmation.
"And he never flirted with you?"
"Well he did at first."
I remembered the way Robin used to be and how smooth he was when he tried to buy me a drink that first night we met. It still hurts to think about him but Gregorio was kind of distracting me from that pain even now.
A hint of disbelief crossed his features as he looked at me again like it was for the first time before his collected smirk returned.
"That is quite a shame."
His eyes were making me feel as though he was trying to touch my body with his gaze alone. I don't think I have ever felt so warm or my stomach fluttered as much as it does now.
I knew I was just out of a relationship but this man in front of me not only made me feel a little aroused but also a little bit calmer after a really shitty week. He seemed to offer undeniable sin and I was pretty damn tempted to fall into it.
"Greg?" Susan's voice sterns as she finally walks over with a tray of lemonade.
"Stop making her all flustered and go find someone else to prey on." She added.
"He wasn't…"
"Why not? She is cute when she gets flustered." He interrupted.
I have seriously never met a stranger as forward as the man across me and when I glanced at him like he was crazy, he just smiled.
For a second, I forget the whole reason why I am here but once Susan sits down and turns to face me, I know that I am in for a long talk.
"Do you want him to go?" She asked me, referring to Gregorio.
"No, he is fine I guess."
I see in my peripheral vision his eyebrows raise at me but I didn't look at his face.
"Good, now tell me what happened?"
I am not sure why I would expect anything else from Susan and that realization brought a small smile on my face.
"Listen, it is honestly not that a big deal. Believe it or not, crazier things have happened in the last four days than my ex-boyfriend cheating on me."
"No, I am not accepting that as an answer. You…"
"You got cheated on?" He asked in a tone I couldn't read but it sounded a little like anger.
Why would he care? Turning my head in his direction, I find him looking at me as though he was trying to make sense of this simple situation.
"Yes," I replied.
"He is a fucking idiot for doing that." His words surprised me.
"It is fine, it is really not that a big deal, anyways." I lied.
The alternative is explaining how I drove myself into a panic attack and cried for what felt like forever. Heartbroken over someone who doesn't deserve my tears.
"Not a big deal?" Susan said in disbelief.
"Look, I am good." I reassured her.
"I got my first client since I moved into this city this morning and I am finally feeling a little better after a crazy few days."
"No, nothing is good. I was able to accept the fact that he was never able to please you in the bedroom but cheating is a whole other level of pathetic."
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