Chapter 119 Camilla’s Pov.
I held my head high, trying to mask Santiago's bitter words with a fake smile as I walked towards Àlvaro's office.
When I got there, the guards stood on both sides of the door and I went in without knocking. Àlvaro once told me that I should never knock if I want to see him and right now, I wanted nothing more than that.
I noticed him as soon as I entered the room. He sat behind his desk with his hand resting on his forehead, rubbing it. With the altercation I just had with Santiago, now I knew why Àlvaro looked so tired and gloomy when he arrived. He seemed lost in his own thoughts before he looked up at me and his gaze tightened.
I immediately felt the butterflies in my stomach from a simple look. Ah, Àlvaro Castillo, what are you doing to me?
I walked over to him, my hands shaking as I carried the two plates that caught Àlvaro's attention. He raised an eyebrow as I placed the plate on the desk in front of him.
“I cooked for you.” I broke the silence but he was still staring at me flatly. “I noticed how tired and exhausted you were when you got in and I figured that you might need some food.” I bit my lip, feeling myself blushing under his watchful gaze. My whole body tingled as his hands slid up my waist, pulling me closer to him.
“Very generous of you.” His smug smile was visible and I slapped him on the shoulder lightly which made him laugh. “But I'd rather eat you, chica.”
Why does his mouth have to be so dirty? He knew what he was doing to me with his words and his tongue. I gathered the strength to push those thoughts out of my head as I wrapped my arms around his neck and settled on his laps.
“As much as I want that, I'd rather you eat food.” I replied and his face fell. “I don't think you've eaten anything all day.”
“Are you worried about me, chica?”
“More than I care to admit.” I said, placing a quick sweet kiss on his lips before getting up from his lap and moving to sit on the couch across from him, followed by his sad look. “Now eat.”
“If I do, will you let me fuck you on that same couch where your sweet little ass is sitting on right now?” He raised an eyebrow with a sneer, seeing my cheeks turn red and I pressed my legs together.
This man and his dirty mouth.
I swallowed loudly before speaking. “I'll think about it.”
That was enough for him to start eating like his life depended on it. I laughed as I took the other plate in my arms and started to eat as well.
“It's so good, baby.” He praised me and his words warmed my heart. Not that I'm bragging or anything but the pasta was really good. “Not as good as your pussy but still works.”
“You have a dirty mouth, Àlvaro.” I laughed, shaking my head.
“You like it.”
He's right. I liked it very much.
But instead of answering out loud, I swallowed before changing the subject.
“I had a bit of an unpleasant conversation with Santiago.”
“What did he say?” His voice was deep and interested as he narrowed his eyes at me. His flirtatious side was long gone.
“Well, let's just say the conversation revolved around me being the reasonable for your broken relationship.” I shrugged, my eyes fixed on my pasta like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
“You know that's not true, right?” His voice echoed around the room and I just pursed my lips in a straight line. “You have nothing to do with that.”
“I have something to do with that, Àlvaro.” I sighed admittedly, leaving the plate on the desk. I had no interest in eating anymore. “If we had never met, none of this would've happened.”
Àlvaro closed the distance between us in a split second. His body stood in front of mine before he kneeled in front of me, our eyes on the same level as he took my hand in his.
“I don't want to ever hear that coming from your mouth.” He mumbled, his gaze on mine as his hands caressed mine. “You're the best thing that has ever happened to me in my fucked up life.” His eyes locked on mine as his forehead met mine. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes.” I barely whispered before I felt his lips on mine sealing his words with a kiss.
“Now take that little skirt off your body and open your legs for me, chica. I really need to be inside you now.”
And I did. Because I needed him even more.
Our bodies moved in sync, moans filling the silence in the room, washing away everything bad in my mind until he was the only thing I could think about.
Only Àlvaro Castillo. The man I love.
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What is love? I remember asking my father this particular question all those years ago when I was still a little girl.
His answer was that love was different for every person in the world. For him, love was my mum, me and Hector.
“One day, you'll meet someone who will turn your world upside down. A person who will see how special you are and will make you feel these butterflies in your stomach. Then you'll feel this kind of love I feel towards your mother.”
Of course, back then, I thought his words were full of bullshit. Especially after what I thought was he supposed death. How could he say he loved us and then leave us all alone?
It hurt even more now after finding out he faked his own death, meaning he deliberately left us all alone. But I've forgiven him for everything. I had to do it to make peace with myself.
And now, at least I know what he meant with his words. I know what love truly feels like.
I'm happy, carefree, sincere, truly happy. The world could be burning down in ashes right now but I still wouldn't care as long as I had Àlvaro by my side.
And even though everything in our lives was one freaking mess right now, we had each other and that was more than enough. Everytime he holds me, I close my eyes and pretended like everything was fine because we're in this together and that's what matters to me.
It's been over two weeks since I've been here with Àlvaro and still no word from my father. It seemed too good to be true. It felt like the calm before the storm. I couldn't shake the bad feeling I had brewing inside me. Like something bad was coming our way.
It's no longer a secret to anyone that my father despised the Castillos. If it was up to Leonardo, he would probably have Àlvaro's head hanging on the wall like a trophy by now. Not just because he was a Castillo but also because he knew just how important Àlvaro is to me.
Leonardo never said it out loud but I knew he knows just how much I cared about Àlvaro and he hated him even more because of that. He wants Àlvaro dead just as much as I wanted him alive.
Because for me, Àlvaro Castillo is the only man I love.
It's ridiculous because if you take me back to the very first time I saw Àlvaro, in that secluded room at the back of the ENIGMA, and someone told me that this was the man I'm going to end up falling in love with, I'd laugh straight at their face.
But now, I can say that my love for Àlvaro Castillo is the most genuine, sincere, and powerful thing I've ever felt in my whole entire existence.
He even cooked dinner for us yesterday. Yes, it was a simple Mac and cheese but he knew it was my favorite and just thinking that a powerful and busy man like Àlvaro took time off his work to google how to make Mac and cheese, melted my heart.
I heard a soft knock on the door that brought me back to reality. I didn't even know I was smiling from ear to ear until now.
“Come in.” I said loud enough for the person on the other side to hear as I sat in front of the mirror, brushing my hair. When the door opened, I turned my head to see Harriet walk in and I smiled warmly in response. She has finally resumed and I couldn't deny that I missed her.
“I'm sorry for interrupting, miss Torres.”
“Oh please, Harriet. I've told you that you can call me Camilla and no, you're not interrupting anything.” I replied in a soft voice standing up from the chair and giving her my full attention. She met my gaze briefly and I saw the smile on her face before she quickly lowered it, pulling something out of her pocket and handing it to me.
“As you requested miss.”
I shook my head, amused. I guess I'm gonna have to get used to being called ‘miss’
I looked down at the small box she held out to me in her hand before I took it with shaking hands.
“You didn't tell anyone about this, right?” I asked her in a soft voice and she quickly shook her head.
“Of course not, miss. No one even saw me when I went to buy it.”
I sighed in relief. “Thank you, Harriet. I appreciate this.” I smiled before giving her a brief hug. “I owe you one for this.”