All Chapters of Blood and Buttercream: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ruby and Alessandro freshened up for the morning separately, and Alessandro made sure that clothes were brought for Ruby into his room. He already vacated the room while she dressed up too. Ruby found all of these strange. She thought Alessandro would take responsibility by being in a relationship with her, but he was visibly taking a step backwards when he was stuck with her.Ruby knew how to make Alessandro her lover, so even though she felt under pressure, she knew she could navigate through this. She had the proper mindset.Salvatore had invited both of them to breakfast with him, and actually, he brought his own personal chef to make a full English breakfast for the trio. Salvatore was at the head of the table since this seemed to be more of a gathering for matchmaking. Alessandro knew that much already. However, he played along. He could still remember Camilla, and he had men searching for her everywhere. If only she appeared now, he could play out of Ruby’s scheme.“Both of you

“Go on, tell me the truth.” Salvatore urged her on when he noticed she was hesitant. He intentionally pulls open his blue blazer, showing off his stainless steel pistol stuffed in front of the waistband of his pants.“Please don't shoot me, sir,” Ruby pleaded when her eyes collided with the gun. She was visibly shaking in her shoes. Salvatore hated having a lady in this position, scared and terrified, so he decided to ease up on her a little bit.“Okay, no one is shooting you, but on one condition: that you say the absolute truth.” He said, keeping the gun on the table. “Sit.” He instructed him, and she sat on the bed. He walked over to the table and kept the gun, then picked up the bottle and glass on the table and poured water for her in the glass. “Here,” he said, handing her the glass, “Drink and calm down.” He ordered and sat on the yellow armchair that was just beside the small table that had his gun on it.“The truth is…” Ruby considered telling him the truth but changed her mi

Camilla noticed Allen's face morph into a more serious demeanour. “I want to tell you something, Camilla,” he said, leaning over the table and taking Camilla's hand in his. “I don't want you to take this the wrong way…” Camilla only stared at him, wondering what he was about to say.“Camilla!” She heard a familiar, gruff voice behind her yell her name, and she twirled. Lo and behold, it was Alessandro with Jax following closely behind him.“Alessandro!” Camilla sighed, slowly pulling her hand out of Allen's hold.“You don't want to see him?” Allen asked, his gaze following her line of sight.“No.” She replied, but then Alessandro was already close and took hold of Camilla's hands. “Where have you been? What happened?” Alessandro asked, looking a little distressed, “How are you?He asked and got no reply from Camilla but had his arms lifted off Camilla's hand, “Let her be. She doesn’t want to see you!” Allen barked.Alessandro's hot gaze trailed from Allen's hands to his face, and his

“What about last night?” Allen asked, looking over his shoulder at Camilla.“It was a mistake. It should never have happened.” Camilla told Allen and saw his eyes darken.“No, it can't be a mistake. I mean, you even kissed me back,” Allen reasoned.Camilla sighed, embarrassment written all over her face, “It must have been the drink or something.”“Camilla, we didn't have any strong drinks.” Allen clarified, and Camilla knew she had no other excuse.“OK, you got me, but honestly, I don't know how it happened last night. But I don't want it to happen again, please. I don't want to complicate our relationship.” Camilla all but begged.Allen struggled to keep his poker face mask on after the brutal slap of her words; he immediately turned his face away from her and mumbled, "OK, whatever you say,” raising his hands in a surrender position as though it didn't affect him much. He walked back to his room, his heart wrecked and broken into a million pieces. He slammed the door behind him wi

“But don't you think that the dress is a little too short?” Allen asked, his chest heavy with jealousy.The smile that had been on Camilla's face came to an abrupt end, the blush washed away by a simmering annoyance.Camilla twirled, looking at her dress, “Of course not, it is on my knee already. How long should it be before you consider it to be long?”“I mean no offence, Camilla. I was just making an innocent suggestion,” Allen said, seeing a big frown settle on Camilla's face, but he continued, “I just don't want those vile men undressing you with their eyes.”Camilla couldn't quite understand the fluttering of butterflies in her belly, despite her irritation. “That shouldn't bother you because the vile ones will always be immoral, irrespective of what the woman is putting on.”“That's why I insisted on coming with you. I'm not taking any chances. I'll give a black eye to anyone that as much as gives you an innocent once-over,” Allen said in a teasing note.Camilla bridled her laug