Camila's POV
I never thought I would be looking forward to attending school but being on personal holiday had really taken a toll on me.
So much so that I was now excited to go to school.
Saint Simmons Collegiate Institute was arguably the worst place on earth.
Yes, it was a prestigious institute where affluential figures sent their kids to study before they were sent off to Ivey leagues, but to me, it was yet another daily reminder of just how much of a failure I was.
Not only was I held back a year for my poor grades, but I wasn't much of a social butterfly.
But that was besides the point. Today, I was excited and it all had to do with the fact that a certain handsome Italian man was taking me.
I spent a long time getting ready, making sure my full morning routine was complete. I prided myself on self care and my luxurious bathroom made it so much easier.
I never wasted time and expensive products on doing my makeup for school of all places, but today was an exception. A little bit of mascara, concealer and lip gloss went a long way, while I just let my hair fall in its naturally loose waves.
Luckily, I didn't need to spend time on my outfit, seeing as I wore a uniform - one that I had tailored to my liking. Finishing the look with a pair of Mary Jane's and white socks beneath, I smiled at my reflection. I looked nothing short of a perfect little angel.
Deception was so much fun.
Grabbing my tote bag, I exit my room and move towards the big black doors at the end of the hall, eager to greet the Italian Adonis.
I knock once, twice, then wait.
"Alejandro." I call and still get no response. Perhaps he was still asleep, I glance down at my watch, we still had 20 minutes before we had to leave so if I woke him now, we wouldn't be late.
And so with that in mind, I open the door and walk into the room.
Damn, my bedroom was nice but this?
This room was fit for a king. About twice the size of mine, Alejandro's room was filled with dark colors ranging from dark browns, blacks to various shades of grey.
His bed - which looked fit for a whole football team was endless and sat on one end of the massive room while the other end was adorned with a grand fireplace, wet bar and seating area. Two royal looking wingback chairs occupied the sitting area along with a couch.
I took my time sweeping the area before making my way over to his perfectly made bed and slumping down on it. I can hear the shower running from behind one of the numerous doors, so I simply flop down onto my stomach and wait.
I preoccupied myself with my phone, kicking my feet up behind me and looking through my notification. Giggling and smiling at all the thirsty messages from men.
I never entertained them but I guess I loved the attention and craved the validation.
It was only when the sound of cursing and screaming in Italian sounded that I stopped and looked up, my jaw falling to the floor at the sight before me.
Never had I ever seen a man so perfectly built. Like Adonis himself, with rippling muscles across his back, shoulders and arms that flexed as Alejandro turned and spoke into the phone.
I tried to ignore the foul language, but his voice boomed angry insults in Italian at the man on the other end for his inability to do his job right, and I think I even heard him threaten to chop off a limb.
But I brushed it off, because here before me through the ajar door stood Alejandro in what appeared to be a large bathroom at the vanity, shaving his face in nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips.
Heat pooled low in my stomach and I couldn't look away from the perfect man. His hair was wet and clung to his forehead and from my position I could make out his reflection in the mirror and even with his face set in a scowl and jaw clenched he was damn fine.
The nasty and terrifying threats spilling from his lips were long forgotten along with the fear of his intimidation as it was replaced with pure carnal desire.
Never had I been so enraptured by a sight let alone one of a man. But the sight of Alejandro's strong lean body and the way the muscles in his biceps flexed as he held the phone to his ear, had my breath catching.
And then he shifted slightly allowing me to see the reflection of his front in the mirror. It felt so wrong to peek but I couldn't look away.
All the way from the ridges of muscle on his strong arms with veins running down them, to his torso where a tattoo lay with a set of prominent abs, was starring right back at me.
I couldn't tell if it was a six or an eight pack but whatever it was, I didn't worry too much about it because my attention naturally drifted down south to the most prominent part of him.
A faint trail of hair was positioned in the centre of the strong ridges of his V line, I followed the path of the trail until it disappeared under the fabric of the white towel loosely wrapped around his hips.
I couldn't look away. I tried to pry my eyes away and stop the inappropriate thoughts about just how much his natural bulge stuck out beneath the towel, but I couldn't.
This man was packing.
He was so consumed in his conversation that when he turned to showcase the tan skin on his muscular back, I could make out scratches that looked to be claw marks.
Claw marks that looked relatively fresh and I highly doubted they were from him.
An instant pool of jealously swam through me and I wanted to throw my phone across the room and storm out, but I knew that it was ridiculous for I had only met this man yesterday.
Of course someone as powerful and attractive as Alejandro would have women throwing themselves at him.
But then my jealously was soon replaced with content as I remembered what Ethan had told me.
Alejandro was cold, rude and emotionless. He may have fucked women but did he smile at them? Call them Princess? Or make sure they felt safe?
No.
I then understood, unlike the women he fucks and dumps I had a better advantage. A much more powerful one if I played my cards right.
And so with a smile on my face I turned away from the ajar door to give him his privacy, and began plotting on how I was going to get what I wanted.
. . .
Camila's POV Alejandro was finished approximately seven minutes later and I only knew because I stopped hearing curses in Italian that even I didn't know. And when he did come out, I made sure to hold my chin in my palms, cross my ankles behind me to stop them from swinging back and forth in mid air, while plastering a sweet smile on my lips. I bet I looked irresistible. He walks out now clad in only a pair of white briefs, too distracted using the towel in his hand to dry his hair to notice me. I sneak a peek down at his muscular thighs, my gaze naturally drifting little higher before my cheeks heat and I snap my eyes away, grateful that he had yet to notice me. Yep. He was packing. My focus returns to my phone and the cool air hitting the skin of my thighs from where my skirt rode up, sends goosebumps through me. Id quickly learned that I was a sight no man could pass up. Even the teachers at my school weren't expect from that for I had caught their wandering eyes and lustful
Camila's POV Upon my entrance he looks up, his sharp blue eyes behind the thick rimmed glasses widening at me but I didn't pay any mind. I was far too upset, needing someone to hold me and tell me how amazing I was. I knew It wouldn't be the same as hearing it from my new favourite Italian man, but it would do for now. I click the lock shut, which only meant one thing and William leans back in his chair giving me room to take a seat on his lap. I do but instead of straddling him, I sit facing his desk, my back pressed to his front and I hear no complaint form him. "Cam, I heard about your mother. I'm so sorry, sweetheart." He says and I can hear the frown in his voice as I close my eyes enjoying the feeling of him wrapping his arms around me from behind. I wiggle trying to get comfortable, the erection now digging into my ass getting annoying and he spreads his legs adjusting himself so it's not in the way. Did I also mention William got hard at the mere sight of me? Yeah, it wa
Camila's POV By the time six pm rolls around, I'm in my room composing some music for an orchestra night, my talk with Mason still fresh in my mind. I needed to tone it down. And according to Mason, I was far too over dramatic to know how to do that. But I was going to prove him wrong. "Miss Camila?" Comes a voice from my open bedroom door. "Camila." I correct, turning towards Divya, one of the house maids who stands at my door. "Just call me Camila."She nods and I watch the tension pour off of her as her posture relaxes. "Dinner's ready."Divya was relatively young, about my age. Which was probably why I felt so comfortable around her. "Where is Alejandro... and Ethan?" I add after realizing that it'd be weird for me to be so curious about just Alejandro's whereabouts. "They will be joining. Mr. Gonzalez only ever misses a family dinner when he's away on business." "Perfect. Thanks!" I beam up at her, my mood instantly lifting as I jump up and follow after her."Does my hair
Camila's POV I wait until it's well past ten pm to change into a cute workout set before making my way towards the basement. There are two doors at the end of the west hall that stand across from each other, on opposing walls. But they both lead into the basement. One led down to the recreational area, like the gym, theatre and game room. And the other I have yet to explore. I ignore the urge to explore and head down towards the gym. Walking through the wide hallway where blurred out glass sits alone one wall, the gym door being located at the end of the hall. The lights are on and I spot a blurry figure through the window, telling me that Alejandro's in there and my nerves spike up in the best way possible. Was this a little risky? Yes. Did I give a shit? No. Besides, I've thought this through. I was dressed in classic workout attire - fairly modest for what I was use to. A pair of baby blue leggings and a matching sports bra top with extra support that I needed for my large
Camila's POV Camila Rodriguez was never embarrassed. Nor was she ever one let someone else make her feel so incompetent. I'd learned that much from school. I make it two steps away before his voice stops me. "If you're serious." I look towards him to see him eyeing me reluctantly. "I can show you."The offer is tempting and I'm about to agree but I think better of it. "No thanks. I don't need anymore of your judgement. " I retort the last sentence under my breath before turning around and continuing my way towards the exit door."Judgement?" He hums from behind me. His voice somewhat condescending and I stop in my tracks, my temper flaring. "Yeah." I turn and narrow my eyes at him, my tone bitter."The whole unapproachable thing? Not fun to be around." I nearly jut my hip out as I eye him while he merely tilts his head at me. "Unapproachable thing?" He repeats, his eyes are still trying to study me and I know it's because he's trying to decide if I'm bullshitting him. But I'm not. H
Alejandro's pov I woke up hot. I only ever slept in a pair of sweatpants and kept the temperature at a cool sixty degrees Fahrenheit. Which meant that someone had turned the heat up on my floor. Now, I wasn't an irrational man. But I had rules, one of which, stated that no one was to touch the fucking thermostat. I grab my phone off the nightstand and call the head maid. "Is the air conditioning broken?" I ask. She fumbles and stutters and it only makes my sour mood worse. "No-""Then why is it so hot on my floor?" I wasn't normally this ill tempered, but my days have been throw off since a blue eyed teenage girl stormed into my home. "Oh, I believe that was Camila, Sir. She had altered the temperature last night. Complaining about the cold."My jaw tightens. "Very well. That's all." I say, before disconnecting the call and forcing my temper down with a cold morning shower. But even that doesn't help. That girl has been getting on my nerves. What I thought would be a minor in
Alejandro's POVHis jaw ticks but he shakes his head, his shoulders slumping in defeat. I straighten and casting a glance around the room, "Very well then. You're all dismissed." And with that, I exit the room and head towards the garage. I check my watch and as if on time my phone rings, the name still making me roll my eyes before forcing the malice out of my voice. "Ah, Mr. Gerald! How have you been?" The grumpy old man on the other end starts grumbling under his breath and I sigh knowing where this is going. "Greta has been speaking of you very highly. I take it you hit it off last weekend?"I bite my tongue to hold back from letting him know that he'd raised such a god awful daughter and instead, go for a lie. "Of course. She's lovely." I hear the man hum. "Of course she is. My Greta takes after me, unlike her useless brothers. I knew you would come to your senses, unlike your bastard father who refused to pick her for you." "Arnold." I warn, disregarding any attempt at bein
Alejandro's POVIt's a soft laugh, one I'd think to be somewhat charming had it not been at my expense. My hand tightens around the steering wheel, and I debate only for a moment what it would be like to put a brat like her, in her place. Before pushing the thought aside and letting it go.She was not the girl and I was not going to go there with her. "Seatbelt." I order, before driving out of the parking lot, making sure to remind myself that the man she called her tutor was getting into a red convertible. "Did you eat?" "Not yet." She waves off before turning towards me. "How was your day?" She says, sounding genuinely interested, and I momentarily pause. The only person to ask me about my day in so long and show genuine interest is a nineteen year old girl I was practically babysitting. I slump back into my seat."Irritating."I cast a glance towards her to see her frowning at me with her pink lips. "Anything you want to talk about?" Her voice is soft, almost hesitant and I sha
Camila's POV I hastily roll onto the ground ducking down behind my bed and away from the window. I then glance around and spot the door. I crawl closer but upon realizing I was still in the view of the window, I drop onto the ground and shuffle to the door. When I get to the door and crawl into the hall, I immediately dart up and dash towards the large black double doors. "Alejandro..." I call wearily, knocking impatiently. He doesn't answer but I try again, this time pounding harder as I cast a nervous glance to my bedroom door. "Alejandro!" What if they just got in my room and realized I was out here? The thought terrifies me and before I can open the door to his bedroom, I freeze at the sound of footsteps nearing from behind me. I wasn't alone. And then someone spoke my name. I scream and whirl around only to see Alejandro's large familiar form, staring back at me, cringing as he holds his ear. "Cazzo." When I register it's just Alejandro, I stop and snap my mouth shut, bri
Camila's POV Ethan was the equivalent of a sumo wrestler in his sleep. Which was why when I woke up and noticed that he was in bed next to me with his disgusting foot in my face, I wasn't surprised. I wanted Alejandro to stay and hold me, but he must have left when Ethan came back. The events of last night came flooding back to me and I breifly wondered what Alejandro did to those men. I debate asking, but think better of it when I realize how slim the chances of Alejandro - a Don - letting them go unscathed are.Alejandro was a calm and rational man for someone in the criminal world, but that was only because his vile side was hidden and only came out at times it needed to be. Breakfast was served later on weekends, giving me enough time to get ready and cover up the faint bruises with concealer. And by the time I make it into the room, I'm the last one at the table. I walk in the room and instantly feel the everyone's eyes snap to me. Many of the men came by earlier to ask me
Camila's POV In an instant Ethan is walking forward and it's when I see his familiar face that I grow hysterical once again and run into his arms. He holds me in his arms as he mutters something to Alejandro. I look back at Alejandro who is busy removing his blazer and rolling up his sleeves. "This will only take a minute, get her out of here." He throws over his shoulder to Ethan who nods."Let's go, Tweety." He mumbles in my ear placing kisses on my forehead as he leads me downstairs and out of the club. I retell Ethan the story in more detail than I did to Alejandro as he walks me up to my bedroom. Making sure to keep out the part about Monique when he asks me how I got down there. It wasn't her fault but knowing Ethan or even maybe Alejandro they would reprimand her for it anyways. "I'm sorry." I speak softly regretting all my choices as I get into my bed. "Don't be. It's not your fault." Ethan says, sitting on the edge of my bed, worry evident on his features. "You sure you
Camila's POV The man lets go of my arm and shoves me forward, causing me to stumble onto the ground. "Puttana, wouldn't do shit anyways." Gio spits angrily, shaking his head.Before I can even think, i'm on my feet and sprinting towards him. "Alejandro." I breathe, running into his arms and grabbing onto him for dear life. Instinctively he wraps a protective arm around me, tucking me into his side where I bury my head into him."Out." It's only one word but the order is enough to have me hearing various shuffling feet, before the room goes quieter than before, the only sound coming from my hysterical sobs. Alejandro's voice is the first one to break the silence. "Tell me what happened, Camila." I hear him speak. Despite the tension racking through his body, he tightened his arm around me. I lift my head out of his side and look up at him. His face is composed and collected, yet when he glances down at me, I see the alarm swimming through his dark gaze. His free hand moves the hair
Camila's POV I turn my head to where she's looking and spot two men glancing down at us from what seems to be a smaller second floor. One is younger looking with a big nose and the other is older looking with slightly grey hair.They're standing on the balcony looking down at us and when I connected eyes with the older man, he winks, whispering something into the younger mans ear, subtly pointing towards us."He wants you." Monique sings and I don't return her excitement as I glance back at her. "If Mr.Gonzalez is here, your best shot at getting to him will be up there. And that guy is your best ticket." My brows furrow. She had it all wrong, I wasn't a dancer trying to get with Alejandro. But before I can clear up the misunderstanding, I feel a hand on my forearm and I turn to see the younger man from the balcony. He sends me a rushed smile before resting his hand on my back and guiding me away from Monique.I look up at Big Nose with a frown. "Excuse me." I say trying to move out
Camila's POV Alejandro hasn't driven me to school all week, instead, he sends Marco to do it. And while I love blasting Taylor Swift and One Direction on purpose to annoy him, a part of me misses Alejandro. But the hurt is still there, slowly eating away at my heart. At first it was from his hurtful words but now it's from the way he doesn't even seem to regret them. Not with the way he's been acting at least. He's been avoiding me all week and on the rare occasion when I would catch a glimpse of him, he would ignore me. It gets so bad that by Friday i'm over that sac of shit and ready to move on. Only I still long to see him.Ugh, I hate catching feelings. Since it's the Friday where we had important guests over, I was locked away in my bedroom, all alone with nothing but the things in my room to keep me entertained. I did everything I could think of to pass the time, I bathed, did my skincare, painted my nails and toes a baby blue to match my sheer baby blue night tie with w
Camila's POV The second we got home, Alejandro abandoned me, disappearing somewhere in the manor while he spoke on the phone animatedly in Italian. Only I couldn't understand half the words he was spewing and I knew it was because I had yet to learn those curse words. In the meantime, I spent my time trying to get to know the other men in the house. I had taken a liking to Marco. Aside from being almost seven feet tall, quiet, always grumpy, and having an abnormally sweet tooth, he didn't talk much. The only time he would talk would be to tell me to politely shut up or let me know how annoying I was. I loved it. He was large. A couple inches taller than Alejandro and built like a football player, which would explain why he treated the gym as his second home. But spending time with him was something I grew fond of for he never walked around on eggshells like most of the other men did. "Marco!" I yell walking through the halls of the main floor in search of him. For such a larg
Camila's POV Alejandro drives me to school that next morning and I'm thoroughly surprised, yet I'm definitely not complaining. I don't know what made him change his mind, but I can't help the rush of excitement at the fact that he might actually be warming up to me. I still can't get a good read on him, nor have I ever caught him glancing at me with any desire or interest. And I briefly wonder if it's because I'm not his type or if I'm not attractive enough. The little bits of attention I've received from him are all relatively polite and all the affection is initiated by me. He has yet to show any signs of liking me. "I'm relatively attractive right?" I question out loud playing with the fries on my lunch tray. "Fishing for compliments and it's only what...." Mason checks his phone. "Noon?" He sends me a sarcastic smile from across the lunch table.Picking up a fry I flick it at the idiots forehead, it drops to the ground but he picks it up and slips it into his mouth anyways.
Alejandro's POVIt's a soft laugh, one I'd think to be somewhat charming had it not been at my expense. My hand tightens around the steering wheel, and I debate only for a moment what it would be like to put a brat like her, in her place. Before pushing the thought aside and letting it go.She was not the girl and I was not going to go there with her. "Seatbelt." I order, before driving out of the parking lot, making sure to remind myself that the man she called her tutor was getting into a red convertible. "Did you eat?" "Not yet." She waves off before turning towards me. "How was your day?" She says, sounding genuinely interested, and I momentarily pause. The only person to ask me about my day in so long and show genuine interest is a nineteen year old girl I was practically babysitting. I slump back into my seat."Irritating."I cast a glance towards her to see her frowning at me with her pink lips. "Anything you want to talk about?" Her voice is soft, almost hesitant and I sha