Chapter 115 Camilla’s Pov.
I was happy, happier than I'd ever been.
It all felt totally different this time. This time, I knew without a doubt that Àlvaro Castillo was really mine.
Just thinking about it makes me want to laugh out loud. But I shouldn't be this happy, knowing that my dad was still out there somewhere, furious and about to set the world on fire because I was taken away from him yet again. Also, Afanas Veklov was dead because of me but I guess I'm a bad person because I didn't really care about any of that.
It was shocking to learn that my father even recruited Anthonio for his plans and I was even more shocked to learn that Anthonio agreed. After all he went through to help with Sergei, he turned around to do this? I still couldn't believe it.
My father has proven to me more than once that he's not a man I can trust fully. He himself signed Afanas Veklov's death warrant by giving him my hand. His blood lies on my father's hands and I was in the hands of the only man I belonged to and I'm going to enjoy this moment because I don't know when it might be taken away from me again.
With a smile on my face, I walked towards the kitchen of the house, already feeling a real lack of Àlvaro's presence. Not long after he fucked my brains out in his office, his phone rang and once the conversation ended, he told me he had to leave to deal with something really fast. I'm fine with that because he promised to make up for it when he gets back.
That's why I decided to fill my time with food while I waited for him. I couldn't find Harriet anywhere so I headed down towards the kitchen. I made a few more steps before I stopped in my tracks as I heard voices coming from inside the kitchen.
“I heard he's so good in bed, way better than Santiago.” A shrill voice accompanied by laughter stopped me just before I entered the kitchen. I narrowed my eyes, listening in on the conversation.
“Ah, I'll do anything to end up in his bed. I need a real man to fuck me. I'm tired of his goons.” Another voice said. They sounded like the voices of young girls.
“Rumors going around the house is that Mr Castillo is smitten with Mr Toress’ daughter.” The first voice mentioned and I clenched my jaw, knowing they were talking about me now. “But it won't be long before Mr Castillo gets bored of that whore and dumps her.”
I really want to commit a felony. I was seeing fucking red.
“He doesn't stick with one woman for long. I mean, look at Janelle.” The disgusting voice said again, giving me an ick. My blood rushed and my body stiffened.
“Well, that's because he's never tried it with me.” The other girl answered proudly and I instantly wanted to kill her right away. Hell! I didn't know it was possible to be so jealous until now. “I can change that.”
“Yeah, that's probably what Janelle said.”
“He's never tried my mouth that's why.”
And that was it. I couldn't listen anymore. I burst into the kitchen, interrupting their disgusting conversation.
The two girls froze in place, their eyes on me. They weren't so confident anymore. I gave them a better look, letting my eyes scan them. Both girls are blondes with long shiny hair, probably a year or two younger than me with blue eyes making me think that Santiago probably has a type in the kind of girls he sleeps with. These girls somehow remind me of Chloe in how similar their appearances were.
They were both really beautiful, making my blood boil even more. Just the thought of one of them touching Àlvaro sent me into a dark place where neither of them ends up alive.
“Am I interrupting something?” I asked innocently, taking an apple from the counter and the two of them watched my every move with frightened eyes.
Not so brave now, are we?
They know who I am. They know my name. But what they might not know was that Àlvaro belonged to me and only me.
“No, miss Torres.” The taller girl answered with a stutter and I recognized her voice immediately. She was the one talking about how Àlvaro would end up getting bored of me. She wants to sleep with him. Is it bad that I was picturing her with a lot of blood on her face? “Do you need something, miss?”
“Where's Harriet?” I asked.
“She's away on leave so we're filling in for her until she returns. What can we get you, miss?”
“No, nevermind. I'm just getting this.” I smiled, tossing the apple in my hand as they stood still. “You can continue your conversation.” I said, walking out of the kitchen before turning to look at them.
The two were stunned, knowing that they were caught in their shitty talk about me. Poor girls. I wanted to laugh out loud. I wanted to do so much more but now is not the place nor the time. It's enough to know that they'll never have him. He's mine. He promised me.
“Oh, and you're absolutely right. Mr Castillo is soo good in bed.” I smiled from eye to eye and they both looked at me as if they had just seen a ghost. “But the things he can do with his tongue are even better.” I winked before leaving the kitchen, enjoying their shocked looks.
Keep it classy, Camilla. They don't deserve your time.
So I walked to his room, removed all the clothes from my body and waited for Àlvaro, completely naked on his bed.
Our bed.
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By the time Àlvaro came back, it was around five in the morning. I was lying in bed, my naked body wrapped in his sheets for hours now.
I tried to sleep but failed. I just couldn't. My mind won't let me. It's like I have these awful voices in my head, laughing and talking to me.
Considering how messed up my life is right now, I should be worried about the consequences coming our way after Àlvaro decided it was a good idea to take me away from my father. I've not spoken with my mum and brother in months because Leonardo said it's best to be without contact with them.
In the time I've spent with Leonardo in the past few months, I got to know more about him as much as I was allowed to. Growing up as a child, he was the best father but now I've come to realise that he wasn't a good person nor was he a merciful one and if he gets his hands on Àlvaro, he will definitely show him no mercy.
That's why right now, while Leonardo might probably be somewhere out there going crazy looking for me, I'm lying naked in his enemy's bed, thinking about some freaking girls who were listing after my boyfriend and how much I would love to wipe their fucking smiles off their faces.
I still don't understand why Àlvaro would want to recruit girls from his club to take over Harriet's position. I could smell Santiago's hand all over this.
I wish I hadn't heard a word they said because that's all I could think about all freaking night. Their words were on repeat in my head.
Even now, as I watched Àlvaro loosen the tie from his neck, his tattooed hands working expertly at what he was doing, all I could imagine was how those girls wanted these hands on them.
His face looked tired, his hair messy, covering his beautiful face. I pressed the sheets even tighter to my naked body, pure jealousy consuming me. I don't like that. I've never really felt like this before.
“Is everything alright?” His voice snapped me back to reality, drawing my attention back to him just as he began to unbutton his shirt without taking his eyes off me. “You look distracted.”
“It's nothing.” I tried to fake a smile. “You're late.”
“It was inevitable. Trust me, if it were up to me, I'd be locked up in this room with you all day, everyday.” He smiled lazily, making my stomach tighten. Those girls must be feeling the same way when they see Àlvaro.
“Okay.” I mumbled quietly, relaxing on the bed but these thoughts haunted me even more now that he was standing in front of me with an unbuttoned shirt, his defined body on display, looking like a walking sin.
“What's wrong, Camilla?”