Chapter 43 Àlvaro's Pov.
I was about to leave the room when I remembered what actually brought me to her room in the first place. I turned back towards her.
"So this Saturday." I called out towards her and she peered back up at me. "An old friend of mine, Anthonio, you met him briefly during the trade event. So he's opening his brand new club, says we're invited as his VIPs for the night. I thought it would be a good opportunity to get you out of the house. And before you ask, yes, your bitch ass friend can come too."
She jumped off the bed. "Really?" Her tone sounded hopeful.
"I'll have things to talk about with Anthonio. But you and Chloe are free to enjoy the night. Santiago will keep a close eye on the both of you."
My heart warmed at the sight of her face shifting from a look of shock to a look of relief. She needed this even more than I thought. "I would love that." She nodded eagerly.
"You've been indoors for a long time. I think it's fair you get some time off."
She flashes me a big grin, one that has my stomach clenching in a knot. I just wanted to touch her, lick her, devour her all over again because with her, I could never get enough.
"Thank you." She murmured so low with that smile still glued to her face.
I find myself watching her for long moments, longer than I should be but this woman has just waltzed into my life and turned it upside down. No, she hasn't just turned it upside down, she's completely obliterated it and created her own world that she now dictates even if she doesn't know it yet.
If she asked me to do something, best believe I'd fucking do it. Her bitch ass friend is only still alive because of her. I let her live despite the attack on my pride. If that doesn't explain the level of control Camilla has, I don't know what will.
Camilla’s Pov.
I slowly dragged the angled eyeshadow brush across my lid in a soft brown, making sure the liner is perfect. Being indoors all the time has made me discover my artistic makeup side. Besides Àlvaro insisted that I'd only get to see Chloe when it was time to leave. So I had to work on my face myself. Infact, I insisted because the way the burly woman that normally does my makeup looks at me makes me so uncomfortable.
However, Àlvaro inviting us to Antonio's club launch came as a bit of a shock to me but I've slowly begun to feel safe with him. Especially after the last few weeks we've had together, I could feel things changing and I'm not quite sure what they truly mean.
A knock on my bedroom door steers me away from the mirror. I turned to find Santiago leaning against the doorway. He's dressed down in a black shirt, rolled up to his elbows to flash off his tattoos. I noticed that his hair has some product in it, it's pushed to the back with a tiny piece dangling in front of his eyes. Rings cover his fingers and a chain around his neck, tucked into his shirt.
My God!
These men are finnnneee!!!
"How long?"
Well, until they open their mouth.
I rolled my eyes. "I'll be done when I'm done."
Santiago grumbled something under his breath that sound like 'fucking bitches' but I chose to ignore him, choosing to continue with my makeup. "You girls are fucking the same." He muttered. "We need to leave soon and I know Àlvaro doesn't want to be late. We are Antonio's VIPs. We have to be there the moment it practically opens."
"I'm almost done." I say, placing down the brush. My hand leaned over my dressing table to grab a bottle of setting spray and I spritzed it across my face. "I just need to get dressed."
He shoved his hands into his pocket and nodded. "Alright." He said as I stood from the stool to inspect my hair amazed at how wonderful I did in my first trial.
Santiago, however, made no move to leave.
My head rotated towards him with a frown on my face. "Get out. I need to change."
"Nothing I've never seen before." He grumbled but walked out before I could say anything.
Asshole.
I drew the black strapless mini dress from my wardrobe that Àlvaro insisted I wear and I couldn't deny that it was just perfect for the occasion. Why not wear the best clothes when your nights are limited?
Once in the dress that pushed up my breasts to perfection with the most perfect amount of cleavage, clinging to every damn curve and making my ass look even more juicy than it normally looks. I slipped my feet into a black pair of stilettos and reached forward to wrap a delicate gold choker around my neck.
Àlvaro sure knows how to pick an outfit!
I stepped back to admire myself in the mirror. I looked so stunning I could barely even recognize myself. My hand hatched unto my bag and as I proceeded to head downstairs, Chloe showed up at my door.
I enveloped her in a hug before I could stop myself.
"My God! Cami you look so stunning!" Chloe exclaimed excitedly, immediately we pulled apart. She had on quite an exact outfit as mine and she looked even more stunning. Her face no longer had the bruises Àlvaro inflicted from a few weeks ago.
"Don't you think it's too much?" I asked, looking at the too deep neckline of the dress that perfectly outlined my body.
"Are you joking?" She replied almost immediately. "You look hot. Àlvaro will drop dead when he sees this dress on you, believe me." She laughed and I couldn't help my laughter. "I don't know about you but I intend to enjoy the fuck out of this night. Let's go bitch!"
Chloe took my hand, leading me to the stairs to the first floor of the mansion when I was sure Àlvaro was waiting.
Why the fuck am I nervous?
Santiago's and Àlvaro's voices floated into my ear as we made our way down the stairs. Santiago is by the door, holding a jacket while Àlvaro had his back towards us. I gripped the bannister, listening to our combined heels clicking against the floor.
Santiago glanced over Àlvaro's shoulder at us and then Àlvaro turned just as we landed on the last step, walking towards them. "About fucking time." Santiago grumbled but I ignored the motherfucker. Although I noticed the subtle way Chloe untangled her hand from mine and walked over to him. I had a feeling she was still super scared of Àlvaro even though she'd rather die than show it.
I kept my eyes glued on Àlvaro who was looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive. His eyes darkened. I study his jaw as it clenches and his gaze dragged down my attire very very fucking slowly. My lips parted and I sucked in a breath telling myself not to stumble over my own feet as he blatantly undresses me with his eyes.
I tried not to ogle him in the same manner but I couldn't help it. He looked too fucking sexy dressed down in a white shirt with buttons hanging low to expose his tattooed chest along with a navy blazer and pants that gripped him in all the most mouth watering ways.
"If the two of you would rather fuck your brains out, the least you could do is let me know." Santiago taunted and my face heated up in a huge blush.
However, Àlvaro ignored the shit out of him and still didn't take his eyes off me and a part of me wished he would so that Santiago would no longer have shit to talk about but seeing as we were both ignoring him, he grabbed Chloe and walked straight out the door.
"We should go." I gestured towards the door.
He walked towards me and grabbed my waist, towering over me even in these five inch heels. I watched him carefully as he dipped his head towards my ear, his lips brushing the curve of the edge. "The second we get back home, you come straight to my office. Do you understand?"
I feel my lips begin to form a smug smile. Chloe wasn't lying. This dress is out here ruining Àlvaro's life.
Slowly I pulled away and tilted my head, the knowing smile still on my lips but his eyes aren't playing. "I just need to confirm." I whispered. "Is this because you need my help again?"