Camila Cabello's Point Of ViewThe dinner proceeded slowly, in a sort of psychological torture for me. Christopher conversed politely with Thomas, who was smoking his Scottish cigar, letting out the puffs of smoke through his thick lips, amid fake and forced smiles. Business meetings were always like this, one wanting to swallow the other, to do better, to have the best offer, but in the end always closing a deal. The lack of patience that night made me remain quiet during the entire dinner, except for brief exchanges of words with my husband, who by the way seemed to have sensed my irritation. Christopher stared at me for brief seconds, and rested his hand on my thigh, caressing lightly. I didn't even move, I continued savoring the red wine that filled my glass of fine crystal.-This restaurant is very good, Collins. - Thomas spoke good-humored.-I love it too. It was here that I asked my wife to marry me, right baby?I flashed a wry smile, and lightly removed Christopher's hand fro
Lauren Jauregui's Point Of ViewI ended the call with Eliza, who informed me that Mrs. Collins strangely didn't need my services that morning. I found it strange that she didn't even want to hear me, nor give me the message herself.-Is there a problem? - Vero asked upon entering the room.I left the phone on my desk and stared at Veronica. She organized a stack of files on her desk, as she waited for my answer.-Camila said she doesn't need my services today.-Is that bad?-No, it's actually good. Staying away from her leaves my sanity in a balanced state.-And why are you with that face? - she asked when she sat on her swivel chair.-I just found it strange! That woman likes to tease me, and today she didn't even want to hear my voice.Vero remained silent, which made me stare at her in the attempt to see if she was listening to me.-Does it bother you that she doesn't want to talk to you, Jauregui? – her voice tone revealed the second intentions behind her words.-Don't even start!
Camila Cabello's Point Of View-One more drink, please. - I asked the bartender who smiled gallantly.-You'll get drunk this way! – Dinah laughed.-I don't care! I'm very stressed.-Forget about it, Mila.Dinah mumbled while swaying her body from one side to the other to the sound of the Jazz band that was playing in the background. The environment was crowded, and very excited. We were at the bar, sitting on the high stools that were stuck there. Christopher had gone out to watch a football game with his unbearable friends, and I promptly called Dinah to drink in Sky Room. It was one of my favorite places in Manhattan, whenever I could I was there.-I'm doing that, dear. – I said raising the glass to Dinah who smiled.-We can go to a nightclub after here.-No, I don't want to get home so late.-Worried about the husband? - she asked with her eyes fixed on me.-I'm just avoiding stress.-I honestly don't know why you put up with Christopher.I looked at her with an expression that sai
Camila Cabello's Point Of ViewI walked in slow steps next to Christopher to the entrance of Collins Enterprise. He looked at me from the corner of his eyes and flashed me a happy smile. Last night we made up right after I got home from the Sky Room. My husband was already home, lying in our bed as he watched the comments of the game he had gone out to see. And I, like a good wife, gave him the affection that he had asked so much the night before, which resulted in a good-humored man the next day, to the point of fulfilling a small request of mine.-Are you sure you don't want me to ask someone from HR to do it? - he asked as he waved to one of the employees.-I am, my love.We passed through the biometric identification system in the entrance, receiving some discreet looks. At C.E. the employees always kept a serious posture, without showing any apparent type of distraction. Everything thanks to the strict supervisors, who were under Christopher's command. We crossed the entrance's m
Lauren Jauregui's Point Of ViewI saw the black and luxurious car where Camila was driving away. The brunette had a serious posture, somewhat irritated. She didn't even bother to talk to me, but I wouldn't care. I wouldn't fall for the whims of a tease, she had had what she deserved. I sighed and went back to my car, when on the way I saw Clarice exiting C.E. She didn't have a good expression on her face, on the contrary.-Hey.I approached the blonde, who looked at me seriously.-What happened? - I asked worriedly.Clarice looked at me again, and sighed as she straightened her purse on her left shoulder.-I was fired.-What? What do you mean? Did something happen?She shook her head, bringing one of her hands up to her face to wipe a tear.-I arrived a little late today, but I don't know the real reason.For a moment I felt guilty, Clarice woke up late for having stayed in the hotel with me. Our night had been interesting, I wouldn't deny that the blonde knew very well how to give pl
Camila slid the tip of her tongue over my lower lip before sliding it into my mouth. I sighed, bringing one of my hands to the brunette's hair. And with the locks of her hair wrapped in some fingers, I pulled hard, forcing her to let go of my lips. Her eyes opened, giving me the chance to stare at her so intense brown iris' tone that swallowed me with pure mischievousness. Her lips were parted, reddened and hopelessly flashy. Camila's breathing was a bit altered, making her breath hit my face with certain force. She squeezed her fingers on my waist and pulled my body hard, and then I kissed her again.-I hate you. - I whispered against her lips.-I hate you too.I turned my attention back to Camila's full mouth, as I led the brunette's body to the couch of that office. In slow and clumsy steps we moved, I brought my hands to her navy blue blazer, removing it from her body with strength and speed. Camila turned her body, leaving my back turned to the couch. With both of her hands, sh
Unknown Person's Point Of ViewI stepped again on the car's gas pedal, which moved a few meters forward. The traffic in New York was as always a chaos. The line of cars in front of me took away all and any desire to cross the city to visit my favorite place. I turned the small stereo button linked to my car dashboard, listening to the music extend throughout the interior of the car. The noises of the cars and complaints outside were gradually ceasing with the driving of the vehicles. I put my forehead on the steering wheel when I noticed the red light turn on in the traffic light. The shrill sound of the horns around me made me realize that the signal was already green. I drove the car to the next corner, stopping in one of the best coffee shops in the neighborhood. Very close to where I used to always go. Collins Enterprises. I parked my car in the first spot, a Rav4 Toyota, right next to the entrance door. I looked around and grabbed the black backpack that was placed on the passen
Lauren Jauregui's Point Of ViewThe liquid touched the tip of my tongue, making me appreciate it slowly. The Scotch Whiskey was acceptable for me that morning. After all, only drinking could I endure the nuisance of having to watch Camila amidst her work. The Latina supervised every little detail of the process of the arrangement of the art works that would be exhibited in her gallery tonight. Along with her best friend, Dinah Jane. The two circled around the extensive hall, now properly filled with wooden boxes, which contained the paintings of a contemporary artist of great importance. A good team of employees accommodated the art works in the places where both women ordered. According to them, everything needed to be of the public's taste, even the illumination would have to favor the art works.-A little more to the left! Let's put another painting towards that column.Camila was giving orders to two men who were now on top of an aluminum ladder right in front of her. One of the L