Chapter 26 Camilla’s Pov
The party was in full swing and it felt as though everyone's eyes were on Àlvaro and I.
“I have to go take care of something.” Àlvaro suddenly said to me, his eyes flickering over my breasts momentarily.
He didn't bother to wait for an answer as he left me standing right in the middle of the dance floor. I felt cold as he left my side and I proceeded to knock back another two glasses of champagne because I was so nervous.
“Excuse me, can I get a dance?”
The rough voice of Santiago flooded my ears and I knew he was trying to help me save face but I really didn't want Àlvaro to see us together. I shifted uncomfortably as his beady black eyes raked my body.
“Àlvaro will be back soon…” I murmured.
A small devilish smile painted his face as he cocked his head and glanced at something. “Will he?”
I frowned and followed his gaze.
A hollow, dark feeling pooled through me as I spotted Àlvaro talking with a long legged blonde. She wore a tight green dress that puffed at the bottom and she had full, big curves. Her breasts brushed against his chest as she laughed at something he said, her hands grasping his shoulder.
“Meet Janelle Bowen. Àlvaro's main whore, aside from you of course.”
Heat pooled through my cheeks and I glanced back at Santiago. He still had the same annoying grin plastered on his face.
“I am not a whore!”
I hated the way I felt. I hated the green jealousy that was slowly pooling deep inside me.
Was that the girl I watched him fuck the other day?
Of course there was no way I could ask Santiago that without giving away the fact that I watched Àlvaro fuck another woman.
“Yeah whatever.” Santiago said dismissively. “Even though Janelle is such a vixen in bed, I'd much rather fuck you.”
I whipped my head to look at him in shock. If he wasn't handsome as sin and Àlvaro's right hand man, I'd have slapped him. I was about to walk away from me when he stopped me with his voice again.
“You look good, Cami. Red suits you, like the little devil you are. You really don't want to be walking away from me. Besides Àlvaro, I'm the only other person you know and I don't think Àlvaro wants to do much talking right now.”
He was right.
“Fuck you, Santiago.” I muttered through clenched teeth. He grinned boyishly at me like I just cracked a joke.
“How many times have the both of you fucked? Ten? Twenty? If I were Àlvaro, I'd never let you out of my bed. I'd kill to fu—”
Santiago may be a son of a bitch but he's never talked to me like this. I guess he's had way more glasses of champagne than I did.
“Zero.” I snapped. “And I'm never giving myself to him.”
Well…I guess I've given myself to his fingers but that doesn't count.
Does it?
His dark brows flew up. “You're kidding.”
“Why would I joke about something like that?”
He shook his head. “How about that dance, no?”
I glanced back at Àlvaro who had his arms around the blonde's full waist.
“Fuck it.” I growled as I downed the rest of the champagne before grabbing Santiago's extended hand.
My eyes drifted over to Àlvaro even as Santiago pulled me into the dance.
“Green is not a good color on you, love.” Santiago whispered in my ear.
“I don't know what you're talking about.” I said quietly as he tightened his hold on me. I was not jealous.
He spun me and I felt the warm effects of the champagne taking its toll.
“He's a mob boss, chica. He doesn't love.”
“Don't call me that.” I snapped.
Only Àlvaro is permitted to call me that.
He dipped me swiftly and my legs stumbled slightly as he raised me back on my feet. He grinned but didn't say anything more. We continued to dance and I managed another glance at Àlvaro only to find him leading the blonde down a hall and out of sight.
Santiago followed my gaze and abruptly stopped dancing. He grinned slowly and mischievously. “I recommend you drink this and then go find Àlvaro.” He handed me a dark liquid in a crystal glass.
“What is this?” I asked skeptically.
The last time I drank an unknown liquid from a glass didn't end well for me.
“It's good. It'll help you relax more. You're shaking like a leaf because of nervousness. This will give you the courage you need so you don't look so out of place.”
He had a point.
It wasn't like he was going to kill me anyways.
I look so out of place here and I was tired of being the one sticking out like a sore thumb. I downed the liquid without thinking, it burned my throat as I chugged.
I handed Santiago the empty glass and his beady eyes grinned, clearly amused at how fast I chugged everything down.
“Well..I suggest you go find Àlvaro now.”
“Why do—” I started to ask but he raised his hand, silencing me.
“Just go, chica.”
I nodded slowly and stumbled through the crowds of expensive looking people, already feeling the effects of whatever Santiago gave me to drink.
My heels clicked through the halls as I turned down the one I thought I saw Àlvaro go through.
My head burned as I continued walking. Whatever was in that drink was strong as fuck and made me feel quite… weird.
I walked past a few doors until I heard it.
Moaning and the unfamiliar sound of the rhythmic bed creaking.
For some reason, it suddenly felt like a great idea to open the door.
So that's exactly what I did.
She really had big ass tits and her tanned body was wrapped around Àlvaro's half dressed body.
Janelle was flushed, her hands gripping the headboard as Àlvaro shoved himself inside of her. She let out a moan of pleasure.
They were still very lost in the throes of passion and had not noticed my presence yet. For some reason, I didn't just want to silently watch behind closed doors so I blurted out the first thing that came to my head.
“HI!”
Stupid, I know!
I heard Janelle scream as she grabbed blankets to cover her naked body.
In truth, the room was quite dark so it was hard to see much.
Àlvaro cursed under his breath.
“Cami, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!” He barked.
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