Camila
Quinn's voice was the first thing I heard once I stepped foot inside the house. She ran passed me and into the arms of Elijah.
"Home was so boring without you!" Quinn exclaimed throwing her arms around him and suffocating the poor man.
Her skirt was short, no surprise and she wore a lace top, enough to have his skin in contact with hers, only problem, he was wearing a shirt. She will soon get what her pretty little heart desires, soon enough.
"I'm sure"Elijah replied pushing her off, not enough, because she still clung to him.
Quinn's arms laced Elijah's bicep as she grinned up at him, her makeup was well for the occasion. I wonder how l
Camila's P.O.V"Something smells delicious!" Quinn beamed, striding into the kitchen.She stopped, one of her eyes twitching as she looked at me and Elijah. I wa seated on his lap, playing in his hair as we flirted with each other.It happened unintentionally, Chef was making us breakfast and I wanted to help him, but Elijah stopped me by pulling me on his lap and trapping me down. Then we started to sweet talk each other, turning our conversation into a harmless, flirty one. We flirt with each other regularly, but I've never sat on his lap in any of those occasions."Yes, breakfast" Emilio says peaking at her from next to us.We really forgot that he was in here, he was just sitting there as quiet as a lamb. He woke up with a hangover from his clubbing last night, he really looked miserable for the first time."What're you doing?" Quinn asks, glaring at me as she finally moved from her spot and walked to
Camila's P.O.VI was seated in the kitchen while Chef prepared my lunch. Emilio was out and so was Quinn, I haven't seen our parents in two days, while Elijah was busy in his meeting. It has been over three hours since he's been inside his office."Chef, I need your opinion" I say tapping the island with my fingernails.Speaking of nails, I need to get a manicure soon and probably a pedicure, yeah, both will do, I really needed it."Sure, what's up?" Chef asks stopping his work, he turned to me and threw the hand towel over his shoulder then placed both hands on the island top."Do you think I'm being too unfair, playing along with this sick game?" I ask with a pout, I lean toward him and he thought about my question."Will you get something out of it?" he asks looking down at me."Yes" I nodded."Then no, do what you gotta do" he replied leaning up and turning to his stove.I smile then turned back to m
Elijah's P.O.V"She's not out yet?" Mom asks, referring to Camila.After Camila kicked her annoying sister into the pool, Marina pulled her into the house by her arm. I tried to stop her, but she just said it would be fine and still pulled her with her.Mira was freaking out, it's been thirty minutes and Camila hasn't come out of the study. Her family was in their with her. From what I've seen, they all treated Camila as if she was the lowest of them, they bullied her, especially her sister, I liked how silent Camila would appear to be while they bullied her.But they were being irrational, always blaming her and using her as their mascot, it was sickening, I have always seen it over the years, and it especially made my mother angry, she never liked them pretending to be a happy family but behind closed doors, they were heartless people."No, I haven't heard anything either" Mira says fiddling with her cardigan
Camila's P.O.V The view of El Matador State Beach was breathtaking, it was a treat to come here for photoshoots. I enjoyed being a model, modeling for Vogue and Teen Magazine, I loved every part of that career, of course, Quinn models also, she was the first one, but when I reached around ten or eleven, my Mom made me do it. Here I am today, a successful influencer, I've never lied about personality for fame, I was honest and genuine to my fans, I had to be. My grandparents taught me well, while my parents were just overjoyed that I joined the family clique, unwillingly. Why was I here again?. Oh right, Elijah dragged me, Emilio and Mira out of the house for the evening. I was protesting, but Mira promised to get me ice cream, which she did, and I am now enjoying. "This is so pretty" I say, looking over the ocean at the sunset that painted the sky a purple/orange color. "Don't I know it" Mira says wrappi
Camila's P.O.V The rain was beating down on the car roof and I watched the water trickle down the window glass, as the car drove slowly into the yard. I had been out all day with Mira and Josh, trying to finish some work that we had yet to complete. I was happy we got that out of the way now, we had more work to do but at least we got a few out of the way. The driver drove up and parked close enough to the house, making it easier for me to go inside the house. I had to take the limo out today, because Elijah and I left at the same time, he wanted us to drive together, I didn't have time to go over anything with him, so I agreed. The driver had dropped him off at work first and then took me wherever I wanted to go. "Will you be alright Mrs Camorra?" Henderson asks politely, turning his head to look at me. "Of course, it's only a little rain, I'll be just fine, thanks" I smile at him while opening the door. Even th
Camila's P.O.V"It's always lovely seeing you Camila" Mrs Porters smiles, her wrinkled cheeks forming a beautiful dimple in each.I've never noticed them before."You too, you look stunning as always" I grinned, looking at her lavender jacket and skirt suit."Oh stop, I just threw some close on, but you....you look teasingly radiant, trying to make the husband mad?" she asks bumping my hip with hers.My short burgandy silk dress showed off just enough of my curves, I already caught the eyes of many thirsty men, and Elijah was slightly annoyed."Indeed" I smile and her eyes lit up with joy."Isn't that evil, I love it" she laughed nodding her head."Let's have a drink" I suggested, taking her arm and linking it with mine.Mrs Porters was now my favorite person at events like this, I will look forward to seeing her and talking to her.My night was better than expected, Mira couldn't ma
Elijah's P.O.V "Your coffee" I turn in my chair to look at Camila. Her low voice gets me every time, I don't know he her voice is so calm all the time and barely audible. She stood by my desk, dressed in an oversized grey dress shirt, with only a few buttons open, revealing her cresent moon necklace, a pair of black skinny jeans with rips in the knees and by the height she's standing, I'm guessing ankle boots. Her hair was cascading down her shoulders in amazing curls as she displayed her beautiful taunting smile. "What're you doing here?" I ask, pulling my chair up to the desk. "Can't I be nice to you for one day?" Camila asks with a pout. I eye her skeptically, something was up. "I don't know, you wouldn't be your usual self in that department" I replied while leaning back in my chair. "Wow, I guess I'll just take my treats and go then" she says, shaking the two large cups she was holding in both hand
Camila's P.O.V "Is he really going to do that?" I ask Rosa, Josh's grandmother. She laughed as we watched Josh attempt to cooking us dinner. I was at his house for dinner tonight, I haven't been around his grandparents for a very long time now. Josh lived in a three story house near Venice Beach, it was a great view from his back porch, he really made his own name and I was proud of him. Rosa smiled at Josh, as did I. Rosa and Josh resembled each other, she had a pixie cut, grey hair but she still looked like she was in her late fortys, Rosa Bassett was beautiful, she was everything to Josh and to me as well, she was the mother I never had, no matter what. "Oh Rosie, you let the boy around the stove again" Martin says to his wife, shaking his head in disapproval. Martin Bassett was a pretty handsome man, he still wore surfer shirts and beach trunks, sandals, the works, he owned a surf shop on the b
Present Day>>>> Elijah's P.O.V Emilio walked into my office with a bottle of champagne in his right hand and a donut in the left hand. He looked great except the scowl on his face and his ruffled hair, he wore casual black jeans and a light blue t-shirt, he's been walking around with a bottle of champagne for the last week. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Emilio asks taking a seat in one of the empty chairs at my desk. "You know why I'm looking at you like this Emilio" I answer, "you've been wallowing in your feelings for a week now, I'm waiting on you to tell me what's going on". He takes in a deep breath, puts the bottle to his head and just drinks. I watch him, there's nothing I can do to stop him from feeling however he's feeling, mainly because I have no idea what the problem even is. "I'm fighting the urge to tell you, so I'm drinking it away" he says with his eyes closed and n
The night before Camila's accident Elijah's P.O.V "For some reason I believe you two are up to something" Dad says striding over to my bed. I don't look up at him for a second, I've tried staying out of his way countless times, I don't feel the need anymore to please him. "If we were up to something, do you think I'd be here and not with my wife?" I ask. "Your wife!?" he shouts making me look up at him, "since when has she been your wife, this is all a game Elijah, I've told you many times not to mix business with pleasure" he snares. "She's been my wife since that day we had a big meaningless wedding, she's been my wife since we signed our lives over to each other, she's been my wife for months, so mixing business with pleasure was never an issue for me, her needs are my top priority now, it was your own fault for putting me in this mess" I replied getting up to face him. After he invited Broo
Joshua BassettI stared at the coffee brown casket as it sat above the six feet hole, my best friend's body supposedly laying inside, the cruelty this world brings was out of many questions I had.My emotionless being stared at the box, unaware what to feel in this exact moment, just thinking about losing Camila made me numb, she was one of the best things I had in my life, I never dreamed of standing by her casket, knowing there was nothing I could have done to stop her from driving into that plan.Camila knew about Nick's plan for months, she knew he would try to kill her after he got what he really wanted. He knew Camila and Elijah would eventually conspire against their families, it was no secret how the two felt about each other.Even if they had no feelings toward each other, Camila would have found a way to get Elijah on her side, she always wanted to see the best in everyone and would tried her best to help them.She
Xavier Clair "They already tried emptying her accounts" I tell my father over the chat. He scratched his grey bearded face and let out a sigh, he was stressed enough after Camila's accident and now to find out they tried to empty her bank accounts twice, there was no way they could do that no matter what or who they get help from. That was the best thing about being a Clair, is that nothing you have can be accessed easily, no matter what resources the person uses to take you down. "Everything is secure" he replies kind of relieved, "are you going to the funeral?" he asks with a smile. "Are you?" I ask tilting my head, he gave me a look before we both burst out l
Emilio's P.O.VMy mother looked between Zoe and I, reflecting my same feelings, I didn't want to be here as much as she did but we had work to do.Camila left us a lot to uncover and to unpack, it needed more than two people to do the job and my Mom just happened to be the extra hand I needed."What was she trying to gain from this?" Mom asks in a hushed tone."Camila has her ways Mom, I couldn't tell you" I answer, "but there's no way she actually wanted us to get back together" I say glancing at Zoe.I don't think Zoe really understands that it was all a set up, she hurt Camila, so Camila hurt her. Everyone was just stabbing each other in their backs, going against each other day by day. I've been working with Camila for a while now, over three years, we had to pretend we weren't acquainted.She was a great person and she knew how to get her way, she knew Nick had his plans and what they all planned to do with her. She was
Quinn's P.O.V"At least she won't be a bother anymore" Mom says over the phone.She just informed me about Camila's accident, it was no shock to me, Dad said he was going to get rid of her because she was a major setback in his future plans.It made me sick just how easily they would kill off their own blood just for money, I've been dealt with many cards and I kept my cool with ever single one, even when it was tearing me apart, I tried my best to at least believe it will be over soon."You of all people would be happy" I muttered with an eyeroll, "I didn't expect anything less or more" I tell her honestly.She has never been a mother figure to neither me nor Camila, for all the games we had play for them we could have at least gotten a little love.Holding onto someone's innocence can make them lose their minds, I'm glad Camila escaped them. She was always the one who called them out on their bull shit and wa
Camila's P.O.V"You want us to get a divorce?" I ask my father in disbelief, even though I expected it."I'm not asking you to, I'm telling you to get a divorce, it won't be so hard Camila" he replies twirling his cigar in between his fingers.He really came all the way over here just to tell me to get a divorce. All because he's signed with Marcell Clair now and doesn't need the Camorra contract, poor guy just keeps selling himself short for more riches.The Camorra contract could have been the best thing ever, but he's so greedy, I don't blame him for wanting more for himself."And what if I don't want to?" I challenged.His eyes looked at me, inspecting my face before he squinted at me. His usual way of saying I dare you, but I've gotten used to it way too much these days."You don't want to do that" he replies with a sly chuckle."Why not?" I ask trying to reel as much as I can fro
Camila's P.O.V"You look different" Devon comments as his eyes watched me from across the table."Is that so?" I ask glancing up at him but refusing to meet his eyes.Devon and Elijah had business to take care of for Clair, but I had to dragged into it because I know more about what they're doing than they did. I didn't want to get involved because ever since I sat down outside with them, the tension has been thick.Neither of them spoke unless it was necessary and it was killing me."Yes, there's definitely something different about you" Devon acknowledged sitting up to look at me better."When you find what it is please inform me" I chuckled looking up with a smile."You're smiling, there's definitely something different" he says putting his papers down and giving me his full attention."Maybe I'm happier" I shrugged glancing at Elijah, who was trying so hard not to intervene.Devon looked at Elijah bu
Camila's P.O.V"That's great news!" Clair beams over the video chat.I called him and told him about the pregnancy and he's apparently taking it well, he'd always been so protective of me, it was his job anyway."I used him" I remind and he let's out a laugh."Sweetheart, we've all used people in our time, trust me, he'll get over it" he chuckles.I look over at Elijah asleep on my bed, after we talked for three whole hours he decided he wanted to just sleep in here for the night. His mother was the one who convinced him to tell me everything that was going on.Judie knew and I knew, but she told him that if he really cared for me then he would tell me the truth and get it out of the way. I appreciate Elijah for coming to me straight away rather than wait until some appointed time where he asked me out on a date just to tell me about it."I hope so" I say looking at the screen again, capturing a smile fr