Camila
"You know that it is mandatory for us to attend this gala"Dad says to me, trying his best to not yell all because I told him didn't feel well to go.
We go every year, if we miss one year I'm sure it won't be a problem. I don't have to go, if they want to then they can. But I really wasn't up for the challenge.
"She says she's not feeling well Nick, at least let her sit this one out"Judie says rubbing my arm in comfort.
I knew she wasn't like the rest of them, ever since she's been here, she's tried to be on my side as much as possible. I appreciate that, but my father would always get his way, no matter how hard we try and plea with him to let me stay home.
Camila The faint smell of alcohol lingered in the air as I sat inside the bar, awaiting Josh's return from the bathroom. I didn't plan on going out tonight, but he convinced me to the comfort of my own room, just so I could watch him flirt with girls all night. The night was hot enough already, and the last thing I really needed was a room full of drunk people rubbing up on each other. The last time I was out at a club was seven months ago, when I first found out that I would be married off to Elijah. It wasn't a planned night, but it did end fairly. Josh and Mira had to take me back to Josh's place just so I could sleep off everything and then they made sure to take me home in the morning. That was the first time I had ever let myself go lik
Camila "You've been staring at your phone since we sat down, is there something wrong?" Elijah asks picking up the glass of lemonade. "Sorry, I'm expecting a very important message, but I guess I have to be a little bit more patient"I say locking my phone and putting it inside my bag. Elijah leaned back into his chair and looked me over, I leaned back and matched his gaze. He convinced me to go to lunch with him, I refused to go right after breakfast was over but he persuaded me and so did Emilio, it was something in the way he started to care and wanted to spend time with me these days. "I'm sure it will come up soon, in the mean time, you never finished telling me about yourself"he says m
Elijah "You don't strike me as a very idiotic person"Camila says while bringing the fork up to her lips. Her eyes weighing into mine, she spoke with so much confidence and her sentences were always structured, no matter the sarcasm or the backlash. "Is that so?" I ask now intrigued in whatever she had to say. "Charming, I'd admit, but idiotic, no"she says shaking her head vigorously. After our lunch yesterday, I decided to take her out to dinner. There was something about the way she talked yesterday, Camila always spoke in smart syllables and smart sentences, but never had I witnessed her being coy.
CamilaThe sound of my phone ringing woke me up from my sleep. I stretched over to get it and felt someone stir behind me.I turned my head to look at the mysterious cunt and I have to cover my mouth as I gasped. Elijah was asleep next to me, the moonlight peaking through the drapes and displaying a very appealing look over his face and shirtless body.I tried to remember how he even got in here but I couldn't so I just forgot about it and answered my phone."Mira, it's two in the morning"I say rubbing my eyes and yawning."I know, but it couldn't wait!" Mira exclaimed and I hear her jumping up and down frantically.
Camila"Why are we in London?" Elijah asks as we stood waiting for Josh to come and pick us up."Funny how you wait until we landed and are now awaiting a car, to ask me why"I say laughing lightly.He looked at me with fearful eyes but soon blinked away all his words and thoughts."I see my mistake, but you practically demanded me to come with you, you made me call my pilot, on his day off"Elijah says in a tone that made me give a questionable look."I'll make it up to you"I shrugged just as the black limo pulled up to the curb.The driver exited the car to open the door and once we got inside
CamilaQuinn's voice was the first thing I heard once I stepped foot inside the house. She ran passed me and into the arms of Elijah."Home was so boring without you!" Quinn exclaimed throwing her arms around him and suffocating the poor man.Her skirt was short, no surprise and she wore a lace top, enough to have his skin in contact with hers, only problem, he was wearing a shirt. She will soon get what her pretty little heart desires, soon enough."I'm sure"Elijah replied pushing her off, not enough, because she still clung to him.Quinn's arms laced Elijah's bicep as she grinned up at him, her makeup was well for the occasion. I wonder how l
Camila's P.O.V"Something smells delicious!" Quinn beamed, striding into the kitchen.She stopped, one of her eyes twitching as she looked at me and Elijah. I wa seated on his lap, playing in his hair as we flirted with each other.It happened unintentionally, Chef was making us breakfast and I wanted to help him, but Elijah stopped me by pulling me on his lap and trapping me down. Then we started to sweet talk each other, turning our conversation into a harmless, flirty one. We flirt with each other regularly, but I've never sat on his lap in any of those occasions."Yes, breakfast" Emilio says peaking at her from next to us.We really forgot that he was in here, he was just sitting there as quiet as a lamb. He woke up with a hangover from his clubbing last night, he really looked miserable for the first time."What're you doing?" Quinn asks, glaring at me as she finally moved from her spot and walked to
Camila's P.O.VI was seated in the kitchen while Chef prepared my lunch. Emilio was out and so was Quinn, I haven't seen our parents in two days, while Elijah was busy in his meeting. It has been over three hours since he's been inside his office."Chef, I need your opinion" I say tapping the island with my fingernails.Speaking of nails, I need to get a manicure soon and probably a pedicure, yeah, both will do, I really needed it."Sure, what's up?" Chef asks stopping his work, he turned to me and threw the hand towel over his shoulder then placed both hands on the island top."Do you think I'm being too unfair, playing along with this sick game?" I ask with a pout, I lean toward him and he thought about my question."Will you get something out of it?" he asks looking down at me."Yes" I nodded."Then no, do what you gotta do" he replied leaning up and turning to his stove.I smile then turned back to m