Chapter 27 Camilla’s Pov
My body swayed even as I talked. “Well, I danced with your twin, drank some stuff and here I am!”
I smiled proudly.
“Baby what the fuck is this little slut doing here?” I heard Janelle whine to Àlvaro.
I pouted at her choice of words for me.
“Um, Jan? Of course you know what makes a slut and let me tell you, I don't possess it.” I said, giving her a thumbs up.
“Al? What's wrong with her? Is she a moron?” I heard her say to Àlvaro as if I wasn't there. As if I couldn't hear.
“No Janelle. She's drunk. Please leave.”
“What? You've got to be kidding me.” Janelle said.
I watched as Àlvaro pulled up his pants, hiding his manhood that I unfortunately couldn't see in the dark.
“Janelle, I said get the fuck out!” He screamed when she still stood her ground.
I heard Janelle whine and muttered “bunch of losers” as she stepped out of the room.
The next thing I knew, Àlvaro was right in front of me with his hand wrapped around my throat.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? What exactly did you drink? I warned you about getting drunk!”
I shrugged carelessly like his hand wasn't still wrapped around my throat. “Santiago gave it to me. He said it'd help me relax.”
He muttered something under his breath before he grabbed my arm. “Let's go.”
I stood my ground, not moving an inch. “How come you'll fuck that blonde but you won't fuck me?”
Àlvaro seemed taken aback by my words. He breathed. “You think I don't wanna fuck you? Feel how badly I want you here.” He grabbed my hand and placed it on the huge bulge in his pants. My eyes widened.
But I had no time to react to his words or the fact that I just felt his dick for the first time because he was already practically dragging me out of the room.
Àlvaro's Pov.
The last thing I expected was for Camilla to walk in on Janelle and I fucking. Granted, I knew she watched us before but actually walking in?
Remind me to punch Santiago.
In truth, it was Cami's fault. I just couldn't be so close to her without wanting to bend her over and stick my dick in her. I needed to get my release in one way or the other and Janelle was always available.
Well…until Camilla interrupted.
She was safely in her room now because I may be a monster but there was no way I was gonna fuck a woman when she was drunk especially if said woman was still a virgin no matter how much I wanted her. Or how much she begged me to.
I contemplated calling Janelle or any of the other many whores that work for me but that thought no longer held any appeal.
Deep down, I want to taste every part of Camilla. I want her on her knees while she submits to every part of my body. I needed to get all that aggressive teasing and harsh banter out of my system and shamefully, my fists would be the only thing helping me tonight.
But a part of me I didn't want to acknowledge knows that I won't be able to get her out of my system until I claim her for myself.
I just can't wait to show her how badly I wanted to fuck her.
Camilla’s Pov.
This morning, I felt a little rough to say the least. Thankfully, it was not nearly as bad as the hangover I got the morning after Àlvaro took me out to dinner.
Surprisingly, I still remembered everything that happened last night. What the fuck did Santiago give me to drink?
Did I actually say that to Àlvaro?
Fuck! Can the ground just open up and swallow me now?
What was I thinking? As much as I have been craving the idea to have sex, Àlvaro Castillo isn't the person I should be asking for it. Even if I've been dreaming about it nonstop since I saw the way he fucked that stupid slut against his desk.
I think of him even when I have my hands between my legs.
I've been outside for the last hour on the balcony, looking across the beautiful still lake. It's a deep blue, almost the colour of navy. The tree reflects in the water, nothing moves. The air is so silent which always had a way of bringing me peace even if my head was still a bit delicate from last night.
It was times like these that I think about my friends. What were they doing? Do they still wonder where I am? Did they even bother to look for me? It seems like ages ago I was in that club with them. Now, I was a murderer and part of a mafia gang all because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I think of my mum and my stomach churns even more.
What would she think of me, now?
My lungs exhaled a long sigh as I rubbed my eyes with my palm.
“You good, party animal?”
I snapped my head to see Santiago as he approached me on the balcony with a smile on his face.
That asshole.
“You drugged me?!”
“I take it that pussy finally got a taste of a hard dick? You should be thanking me, chica.”
“I told you, Santiago. I'm not a whore and no mafia mobster is going to lay their filthy hands on me!”
He still had that annoying smile on his face.
“I can't believe Àlvaro let you go. I mean, I practically handed you over to him on a platter.”
I tried to punch him but he caught my hand just in time.
“Careful, chica. Trust me, I'm not as nice as Àlvaro.” This time, he was no longer smiling.
I wrestled my hand away from his and stormed out of the balcony. So much for finding peace!
Get me out of this fucking house!