Chapter 13 Àlvaro's Pov
I instantly knew who it was. She stood there, watching me like it's the most extraordinary thing she's ever seen. How come she's moving around the halls without no supervision? She might've gotten the mark a couple of days ago but I still don't trust her completely.
Cami doesn't move. I don't even know if she knew I could see her. But she continued to watch and I found myself smirking. For some unknown reason, this makes me closer to a release.
She's watching me and she's not moving. I have no clue why but it fucking made me want to explode. I almost forgot that I was with another woman. Her eyes gave off a spark that I didn't even know I needed.
Suddenly Cami jumps away when she suspects that I've noticed her. I continued to smirk to myself until I finished in the condom and pulled myself away from Janelle's sweaty body.
She pulls herself up from the desk and pulls down her dress, flashing me a lazy smile.
“Get out.” I said as I threw the condom in the bin and tucked myself back into my trousers. Her mouth hangs open in shock. “Seriously?”
Instantly, my hands wrapped around her neck. “Don't you dare fucking question me. I said get the fuck out!” I released her, pushing her to the direction of the door in the process.
She scowled at me and stumbled away, muttering inaudible things under her breath but she's the last of my worries.
Some time later, I took myself to bed only to find myself tossing and turning, feeling completely dissatisfied with everything.
Camilla’s Pov.
I shouldn't be thinking of what I saw whilst I lay in bed but I couldn't help myself. Watching Álvaro go at it earlier with an unidentified female had me stuck in a trance.
What would my mum think of me now?
But those long, hard, powerful thrusts…
The way she whimpered for him. The way he grunted in response.
Is that how it was supposed to be like? My roommates had always talked about it and it had always sounded disgusting in my ears but not while watching Álvaro.
Part of me shuddered as I watched his broad shoulders tense and relax, the slapping of skin echoed across his office. His tattooed body and rock hard abs. He's indeed a sight to look at even if he's the most ruthless, arrogant and infuriating man I had ever met.
I knew that I shouldn't have been watching but I couldn't help myself.
For a moment, I didn't realise that he could probably see me, lingering there, watching. But when I came to my senses, I flew away to my secluded room and climbed into my bed like nothing just happened.
Now he probably knows I saw him with another woman and stayed to watch. I cursed myself and forced my eyes to shut so that I could sleep and pretend like nothing happened tomorrow morning.
Well, depending on his reaction…
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When the morning rolled around, I found myself roaming the halls until I came upon Santiago. I felt a little free in moving around now because no one would dare to touch me.
He looked stressed as he rubbed a hand into his eyes.
“Are you okay? What went on last night?” I asked.
Why the fuck do I even care?
I saw the calculated way they rushed out last night and well, let's just say I'm a very curious person.
He tenses for a moment before he answers.
“The less you know, the better.”
I frowned but maybe he's right. I really didn't want to get involved in their shit more than I already am. I just wanted to live in peace, as much peace as I can get living in the lion's den.
“Well, I'm hungry. I'm gonna head downstairs to see what Harriet is cooking.” I said as I waltzed downstairs without waiting for a reply.
There was still no sign of Àlvaro…
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It's late into the evening and I've been tucked away in the balcony where no one appears to visit. It's quiet and peaceful and it gives me a perfect view of the lake.
When my eyes began to burn, I stood up and headed for my room but before I even got a chance to exit the balcony, something grabbed me by the throat and shoved me into the window.
My heart thrashes in my chest as I glanced up at Àlvaro in a black shirt rolled up to his sleeves and the top button undone.
His hand held me firmly against the wall, not allowing me to move. His eyes looked vicious, deadly.
What did I do this time?!
I stared back into his eyes and kept my head high despite how his aftershave suffocates me and his large hands on my neck made me want to quiver at the knees.
I hate myself for thinking this way.
I grabbed his arm by surprise and shoved him off with all the strength I could muster. He doesn't move much but his hand slips from my throat and I shook my head.
“You do not scare me Àlvaro.”
He chuckled dryly. “Well I should scare you. I should fucking terrify you.” He spits, flicking his eyes between mine.
What is wrong with him?
“If you wanted to kill me, you would've done it already.”
He moved closer again, caging me against the wall with his heavy body and tall stature. I don't know who's breathing harder between the both of us.
So many things flash between his eyes and I'm not sure if he wants to strangle me or do to me what he did with that woman last night. I couldn't breathe and I could physically hear his heartbeat thunder outside of his chest.
Or is that mine?
After a few moments, he steps away like he's debating what he wants to do and I find myself smirking.
“Oh and if you're going to have sex with people in your office,” I blurted out suddenly, “I suggest you shut the door.”
I knew he saw me and I wasn't going to let him have one up on me with this information if I don't address it first.
Àlvaro flexes an eyebrow, a gesture I didn't think he would make. “I thought you quite liked the show. You stopped for long enough to get a good look.”
I narrow my eyes towards him. “Don't flatter yourself.”
Àlvaro tips his head back and chuckles. “Or you just don't want to admit that it turned you on.”
How did this conversation switch to me?!
“In your dreams.”
“My dreams?” He's laughing at me now and I scold myself for feeling flustered. Why didn't I just remain in bed last night? “Oh chica. I don't need dreams. I can do whoever I want, whenever I want it.”
“And you think that's a flex?” I huffed.
“Is it not?” His large hands are now folded across his chest.
“No.” I spat. “You're just a man who probably has some intimacy issues. You can't get any woman to spend time with you unless she's in your bed!”
His eyes glazed over in darkness. “I'd watch that fucking mouth of yours.”
I didn't know where I was getting my courage from but this time, I took a step forward and lowered my voice. “You're not going to do anything.”
He instantly gripped the edge of my jaw and forced me back to the window again, my back hitting it with a dull thud. The tightness on my jaw now begins to ache as he stares at me with an unknown desire.
“Oh I fucking will and I'll make sure I enjoy every second of it.”
I shoved him away once more as I rushed away from his presence and he didn't try to stop me. I didn't look back as I headed straight for my bedroom.
Once I got in the room, I ran a hand through my hair. My skin is flushed. everything's flushed and I want him to get out of my head.