Chapter 35: Did You Like It?
Chapter 35: Did You Like It?
Camilla
My eyes fluttered open, revealing the darkly lit room I am currently laying in. The heavy thick curtains are drawn to my right and I am extremely grateful to the person responsible considering how bad my head hurts right now. My mouth felt dry and my eyes closed as memories of last night came rushing to me.
Esther and I were dancing and they were watching. Adriano and Gregorio taking over, whispering those dirty promises into my ears. Those things that I secretly desire to happen. The drive home when I fell asleep on Adriano's shoulder and then the nightmares about my stepfather. And then the kiss, I kissed Domenico. I pulled him in and kissed him on that balcony and he pulled away.
Gosh, I am such a fucking idiot. I wanted it to happen again but I know it won't, last night was a mistake. A hot and stupid mistake.
I haven't even moved my thighs out from Robin's place and I am already wondering what it would be like to get into bed with someone else. Goodness, does that make me a bad person?
"Good morning, sweetheart." A voice sounded right in front of me, nearly giving me a heart attack. I winced, pushing myself up in bed and turning on the light to see who it was.
"Gregorio?" I said at the sight of him sitting in a chair across from me and a book on his hand.
He wasn't looking at me, his ankle resting on his left knee and being used as a prop for the book. How long has he been sitting here?
"Did you sleep well?" He asked, still not looking at me.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, pulling the duvet over my chest.
Then, the realization hit me. My dress is gone and I am not wearing any pant. The only cloth on my body was a large blue t-shirt that I think belongs to Adriano and my underwear from last night. When he didn't respond, I asked again.
"Who undressed me?" I asked again, not sure what to think about the possibility of one of them seeing me naked.
He smirked, was he the one? My heart skipped, the thought of any of them seeing my nakedness is enough to freak me out.
"Gregorio?" I called again, wanting an answer. Finally he looked at me and saw that I was serious.
"Relax, don't worry, we got one of the maids to do that. I am guessing you don't remember that."
"Not really." I muttered.
But I remembered Domenico, I remembered walking back into an empty kitchen with Gregorio and Adriano nowhere to be seen. I remembered Domenico getting me some water, lifting me off my feet and carrying me to bed. That is where my memory ends.
He can't be lying though because all of my makeup has been removed and I can't imagine any one of them taking it off themselves.
"Do you think you could get me a pair of pants?" I asked and he fully abandoned his book.
He looked like he wanted to say something but he chose to keep quiet. Reaching behind him, he retrieves a pair of sweatpants from his chair before tossing them to me. They were black and no doubt too big for me but I will manage.
Honestly, I am a little bit surprised that they even own lounge clothes considering how dressed up they always are. Even now, he is wearing jeans and a blue button down shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbow. It was tight enough to make his muscles more prominent but I forced myself to look away before he noticed my ogling.
"Are you going to leave so I can get dressed?" I asked as I noticed he wasn't making any effort to leave, he just leaned forward in his seat and props his elbow on his knees.
"What did you remember from last night?" He asked, his hazel eyes commanding me to answer.
Looking at the clock on the wall, I saw that it was just ten in the morning. How is he even functioning right now?
"Is there something in particular you wanted to hear?" I countered, not sure of what part he is talking about.
A lot of things happened yesterday that both made me press my thighs together at the memories and blush from embarrassment.
"Did you remember your little show with Esther?"
"Yes," I responded.
"And what about us? Do you remember the way my leg felt pressed in between yours?" My heart instantly speeds up, of course I do remember that.
"Do you have medicine for my headache?"
I asked in an attempt to get him to leave so I don't have to relive all those memories with him. It was much better when I was drunk.
"Do you remember when I asked you…."
"I remember." I cut him off, needing him to stop talking already.
"I remembered everything up until Domenico placed me on this bed and left the room."
He nodded and a smile formed on his face as his eyes dropped down to my lips. I am not sure I wanted to know what he was thinking right now though.
"Gregorio, I need to wear pants." I said, indirectly telling him to leave.
"Answer one more question and I will leave." He stood up, walking over to where I am.
Bring his book with him and hold it behind his back so I can't see the cover.
"Did you like it?" He asked, looking down at me and waiting for my response.
"Did I like what?"
Despite having a little clothes on, I am starting to feel extremely hot.
"Kissing Domenico? Did you like it?"
Oh my goodness, my face was red like a tomato right now.
"We saw you, you know. Adriano and I saw everything."
I can't bring myself to respond, he paused for a moment, looking right into my eyes before he continued to speak.
"You should hate us."
He is right, I should hate them but I don't. I can't think of a response and with a final glance, he left the room without waiting for my response. He closed the door behind him and I was left in a hot mess all over again.
Groaning at my aching head, I shrugged it off for now and moved to put on the sweatpant. As predicted, they were a little big on me so I had to tie the waist and roll the bottom but I still managed to make it look half decent. I could faintly smell a bacon coming from downstairs and as if on cue, my stomach let out an angry growl. I need food and painkillers.
Opening the door, I stepped out into a long hallway and multiple doors lining on each side. Considering to my right was a dead end, I carefully walked the other way and soon found myself standing upon a massive platform. It went down into the living room and the kitchen.
Taking in the sight, what I had failed to notice last night was that their house is a fucking mansion. Almost every wall is painted white with the exception of the odd accent wall that is brown and marble. The hardwood flooring was a little black color, contrasting the furnishing. The one thing I couldn't help but make note of is how well the house is decorated with artworks, bookshelves and fancy spherical lights and there isn't a single trace of personalization. No family photo, no indication that they are the ones that lived here, it is just a space.
Seeing a staircase to my right, I take a step towards it and at the same time, a door opens and closes from downstairs. The sound of hushed conversation instantly filled the house.
"Do you think it was one of Lucas's men?" I heard Domenico's voice and he sounded a little out of breath.
"I doubt it." Gregorio responded and I heard the sound of keys being dropped on a table.
"What could he possibly gain from doing that?"
I decided to make my presence known to them, feeling guilty for listening in on a conversation that has nothing to do with me.
"Camilla?" Adriano called at the sight of me waking downstairs, causing the others to end their conversation.
"Good morning," I said to the three of them, stopping at the bottom of the stairs.
They all looked at me and memories of last night continue to play in my head. I wondered if they regretted any of it? A lot of things happened between the dancing, the nightmare and the kiss and I don't have the slightest idea as to what they think about it. Then Domenico's words reappear in my head, reminding me of his promise from last night.
'Do that again when you are sober and I am all yours.'
Based on the look on his face right, I am guessing he is thinking about the kiss too. I wondered what would have happened if I wasn't drunk last night?
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