All Chapters of The mafia's sweet seductress : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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 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 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

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.

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