Chapter 5

Camila came down to join Alejandro for breakfast after dressing up. He was crossing his legs and flipping through his magazine, but the moment he sensed her presence, he stopped and eyed her from head to toe.

Camila felt uneasy under his gaze. "Why are you staring at me like that?" she asked, confused and unsure.

"The real question is, why are you dressed like that?" Alejandro shot back.

"What do you mean?" Camila looked down at herself. She was wearing a big tee with joggers and her favorite fluffy animal slippers. It was her go-to outfit when she had nothing to do or when she decided to work from home.

"You can't dress like that if you're going out with me," Alejandro replied.

"Where are we going, then?" she asked again.

Alejandro sighed and closed his magazine, as if her question bored him. "We are going to the company. You're my wife now, and I want you to involve yourself in my business."

"I have my own business," Camila replied angrily.

Alejandro only smirked. "That isn't why we got married, is it?"

Camila didn't respond. Her family's business was on the verge of bankruptcy, and she should be grateful to Alejandro for helping them.

"Go back and change. You have less than five minutes," he instructed, returning to his magazine.

Camila felt annoyed with him. Must he always find an opportunity to boss her around? She already did enough by accepting defeat. Yes, she was nothing without him, but must he always remind her day by day? She didn’t want to argue, so she did as he asked and went back to her room. After a few minutes of changing, she came back downstairs to join him.

"You took more than five—" Alejandro's words caught in his throat as she descended the stairs. She was wearing a crisp white blouse tucked into a sleek black skirt and heels. Apart from her sexy wedding dress, it was his first time seeing her dressed so elegantly.

This woman can cover up and still ooze sex appeal. Alejandro shook his head, trying to snap out of her spell. Her fitted skirt accentuated her hips and backside, and when she sat opposite him, her V-neck blouse revealed just enough cleavage to drive him wild.

Alejandro cleared his throat, attempting to regain the composure he'd lost. "I thought I told you five minutes?" he said, a stern frown shadowing his face.

Camila rolled her eyes and reached for the pancakes. "Mr. Ruiz, I have my own rules," she said, drizzling maple syrup over her stack without sparing him a glance.

"I accept that I need you and that my family would be nothing without your help, but I also need you to understand that I don’t like being controlled," she said, finally meeting his eyes.

"You don’t get to tell me how long or short I take to dress, when to eat, or how to do things, because I'm an adult and I do exactly what I want." She took a bite of her pancake, the syrup glistening on her lips before she licked it off.

Damn, that was distracting. Alejandro didn’t catch a word she said; he was too engrossed in watching her eat those pancakes and lick off the syrup. It made him wonder how she would look with his cum on her face, licking it off with the same sensuality.

That thought shot straight through him, making him hard as he imagined Camila kneeling beside him in her sexy outfit, taking his cock in her mouth. Maybe he’d rip that shirt off and play with her pink, pointy nipples.

"It’s too early to think like that," he muttered to himself, though loud enough for Camila to hear.

"Excuse me?" She gave him a confused look. "I asked if I just made myself clear?" she repeated, but if only she knew what he had been thinking this whole time.

Alejandro didn’t reply. He took a napkin to wipe his mouth before standing up. "Meet me in the car," he told her, walking away without waiting for her response.

Camila looked stunned. Did he not hear all she said about not liking to be bossed around? She sighed and looked down at the table, feeling sorry for all the untouched food. She noticed Alejandro had only touched a cup of coffee. Why make the maids prepare so much if it would end up being wasted?

"What will be done with all this?" she asked.

"It will be disposed of, ma'am," the head maid replied with a little bow.

"No, gather all the food and give it to the nearest orphanage. It’s an order, and it’s something you should start doing from now on," Camila continued. "What does Alejandro eat for breakfast?" she asked.

"He usually drinks coffee, ma'am," the head maid replied.

"Good, then I want you to bring only the coffee he likes to the table for him, and you can make me some eggs and toast but in a small portion," she instructed.

"Yes, ma'am," all the maids nodded.

A maid rushed to the living room where Camila was still sitting. "Ma'am, Mr. Ruiz is still waiting," she reminded her, legs shaking.

Camila stared at her before nodding and leaving with her. She got to the car and sat beside Alejandro, crossing her legs.

"You really enjoy keeping me waiting, don't you?" Alejandro's voice rang in the car.

"It’s not in the rules, is it?" she responded with a darling smile.

Alejandro only smirked. "You've been so feisty lately. I hope you will be that feisty in bed when I punish you for breaking my rules."

"Too bad that would never happen," she scoffed and looked out the window to stop any further conversation.

The car halted in front of a massive building. It had the name RR Incorporated on the top floor, the RR standing for Ruiz Royals. The building had about 60 to 100 floors, if not more. It was like the whole structure was made of shining glass; you could see the reflection of speeding cars and streetlights by staring at the walls alone.

Camila stared in awe. From calling him a broke boy to him building one of the tallest buildings in the world, all by himself. The door opened, and Alejandro stepped out. She was about to open her door herself, but Alejandro was faster. He helped her out and stretched his hand to her.

Camila looked confused. Her eyes silently asked, 'Why?' Why was he suddenly acting nice? The same man who had let her carry two heavy suitcases herself was now opening the car door for her and even stretching his hand to her.

"Are you going to accept my hand or not?" Alejandro was frowning.

"Why?" she asked.

"We are married, and everyone needs to see how happy we are. Don’t you think?" He gave her a thoughtful look.

Camila frowned deeply at him before accepting his hand but hesitated to step out. He interlocked their fingers together, the heat making her give him a sharp look. Surely she couldn’t be the only one feeling this.

"Smile," he instructed, his tone bossing as usual.

"I wish I could, but your ugly face is nothing to smile about," she shot back.