Chapter 48 Camilla’s Pov.
By the evening, everything was pretty much done. The security company had installed all the camera equipments and even showed me how to use the system, including a panic button and lots of other useful information.
Guards surrounded every inch of the compound.
Turns out I'm still every bit a prisoner as I was.
But at least this time around, I had enough privacy inside the house and that gave me a little bit of peace of mind. At least, I have a TV all to myself this time around.
The live in bodyguard was yet to come.
After making myself a quick dinner of Mac and cheese, I settled down on the couch in the living room and began watching a new series on TV and I could already feel it gripping me to my core.
My phone buzzed beside me and I frowned when I didn't recognize the number on the screen. I pressed my thumb to the screen and watched the chat pop up.
"Hey bitch. It's Chloe."
I almost choked on the piece of pasta in my mouth. Chloe? How the fuck did she get a phone. I hurriedly texted her back.
"I've missed you! How the fuck are we chatting right now? When did you get a phone?" Not even a second after my text dropped, she was texting back. My girl!
"Don't worry about that. So how's your new place? Because I know mine is freakinggggg dope!"
Well, I had a feeling Santiago had something to do with that but it was so unlike Chloe to suddenly be tight lipped when she liked someone.
"Mine is great too." I texted her, not really wanting to rain on her parade by talking about my many concerns especially not when she sounded so excited. "Now that we're kinda by ourselves, we should totally go out soon. I'm in desperate need of some girl time. You enjoyed Antonio's club opening, right?"
She doesn't respond for a few moments. I finished my dinner and placed my empty plate and utensils in the dishwasher. I feel my phone buzzed as I planted myself back down onto the couch and I glanced at the message.
"Oh my gosh! You have no idea how much I enjoyed it. It was amazing."
"We should plot out a way to go again soon. Maybe I can even get us that same champagne on the house again." I texted.
"I've always loved the way you think, Cami." Chloe texted back with a wink emoji and I laughed out loud.
"We'll talk soon." I texted, still smiling back at my phone. Then I locked it and placed it back down on the sofa. My eyes fixated back on the show before me and I snuggled closer into the pillows, using a blanket to cover my body.
My phone began to ring this time and I just figured it was Chloe actually calling this time around. I answered the phone quickly and placed it on my ear. "Calling for some more girl time?" I huffed out, chuckling.
"Girl time?" The familiar male voice echoed back at me.
I feel my lips begin to part as I ripped the phone from my ear and watched as a strange number different from Chloe's flashed across the screen.
"You have my number?" I blurted out.
"I got you the phone, chica. Of course I have the number."
"And you've never bothered to call?"
"That's because you lived in the same house with me." He said deeply and I nodded even though he couldn't see me. He was making sense.
"Right, of course."
"So, what girl time?" He asked again.
Fuck! What do I say?
The last thing I want to do is get Chloe in trouble. I had a feeling that the fact that Chloe had a phone was a secret.
"I had just finished chatting with my mum. I just thought she was the one calling for more girl's time." I lied. I'm sorry, mum.
Àlvaro stayed silent for a moment like he could see through my lies.
"We've found you a bodyguard." He finally said.
"A bodyguard?" I asked, confused. "What about the many guards around the compound."
"Those are for protecting the premises. You need a guard to be with you at all times. I told you this already so quit acting clueless. Don't worry, I personally vetted this guy through background checks because I don't want just anybody around you." He said with such lethal precision that I forgot to breathe.
"Is he good looking?" I asked. Of course, I wouldn't be myself if I don't test him.
I think I just heard Àlvaro's jaw clicked. "Don't test me, Camilla. You don't want to know the consequences."
"Jealous already?" I said smoothly.
I wasn't drunk but I sure had a lot of audacity right now. Maybe because he wasn't right here with me.
He didn't answer my question.
"He'll be coming to the house tomorrow and I'll join you later on so we can get things sorted out and ground rules laid. Do you understand?"
"Yes." I nodded.
"So get some sleep." He said but before I could even respond, the call disconnected in my ear.
Why did I have to annoy him?
Àlvaro's Pov.
I headed over to see Camilla before mid-day. Rizzo, her new bodyguard was due to arrive at the house at two o'clock. I knew she wasn't expecting me so early but I was deeply craving a taste of Camilla in private. She should learn not to ever test me.
When I got out of my car, I nodded at the guards that surrounded the house before knocking on the front door loudly. It took a few moments for Camilla to appear and when she did, she was wearing nothing but one of her skimpy little nightgowns, flashing off her long silky legs and her breasts that poured into the curve of the fabric.
My eyes strained at the sight and I pushed past her into the house.
"Why are you here so early?" She asked as she shut the door.
"Why the fuck are you answering the door in nothing but a fucking tea towel?"
Camilla’s eyes glittered in my direction and she smirked. "It's still practically morning and there's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing."
"Everything's wrong with it." I stated through gritted teeth.
She breathed out through her nose and crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her cleavage together. My cock was already acting up just looking at her. "Well, it's a shame it was you at the door." She sighed deeply. "And not my new bodyguard. I'm sure he would love the show."
I gripped her throat and thrust her back before I could even think about it. "Watch it."
Her pulse raced against my fingers as I held her in place. Her arms dropped to her sides as she inspected the seriousness in my gaze. "Mmmm." She pressed her lips together. "I wonder how he'd feel when he has to watch me parade all around in my underwear or a towel fresh out of the show—"
I used my other hand to grip the back of her hair, shutting her up. I tugged so hard she yelped out in surprise. I pushed her backwards and then flipped her around, bending her over the kitchen counter, face down as I continued gripping her hair.
My hand came down on her ass so bad that the grabbed onto the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white from the pressure. "I told you not to test me, Camilla."
"Asshole." She murmured.
I spanked her again, twice as hard. "What was that?"
She whimpered into the counter and I hoisted up her nightdress, exposing her backside with a nude thong. I groaned internally at the sight of her juicy round ass.
I dipped my hand inside her thong to find her soaked wetness coating my fingers with ease.
"Fuck! Always so wet for me."
My fingers grazed her clit and she groaned, her legs parting of their own accord. I slipped one finger inside her pussy, feeling her walls clench around me tightly. I leaned forward and yanked her head up, my lips brushing over her ear gently.
"That smart mouth will be begging soon."
"You wish." She said through gritted teeth and I plunged another finger deep inside her.