All Chapters of The mafia's sweet seductress : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Camila's POV And when he sets his pen down, shifting in his chair to get more comfortable I know I have him. His eyes flutter while he lays his head back against the chair, the action only furthering my will to make him feel more relaxed. "That feels nice." He hums, breathing out through his nose."You're very tense." I say quietly. His eyes shut as he throws his head back, resting it on the top ledge of the chair, seeing as his height made the chair look smaller. It works better for me because now I get a full view of his handsome face."I've had a long day." He murmurs, his lips parting as another heavy sigh leaves them, the sound faintly sounding like a cross between a hum and a moan. "Maybe you should sleep." I offer ever so lightly and when I feel his protests coming, I quickly bury my fingers into his hair and start massaging his scalp. I go in a little harder than I should which earns me a low grunt, but he slumps further back into his chair, taking the bait. "I don't know,

Camila's POV "I need to ask something of you." I turn in my seat, adjusting my school skirt as I curiously look up at Alejandro, who had decided to drive me to school today. He pulls up to the curb, his hand on the gear, putting it into park, before turning to look at me and I note just how delicious he look. "I'm listening." I mumble distractedly, my attention moving to the sight of his veiny forearms beneath his folded up sleeves. It's probably why his next words catch me so off guard. "I have a prospective business client I need to please. And I want you to accompany me to the next few event's he will be hosting. The first being a dinner party tomorrow." He explains, his brown eyes set on me.My heart stops. No seriously it stops and all I can do is blink up at him before I force myself to speak. Clearing my throat, I plaster a nonchalant look on my face. "You want me to go with you?" I ask, trying to keep the hope out of my voice. "Like just the two of us?" I had to make sur

Camila's POV My body was anything but kid like and so when my dress finally arrived I was delighted to see that it fit perfectly. The only issue being the slight extra cleavage but that was just a given with my larger chest. It was impossible to find something that hugged my figure and wasn't booby. It was Friday meaning it was the day I was to be going to the dinner party with Alejandro and his date - Greta. I make my way down the stairs clutching onto the railing so that my Loubotin's don't get caught in my pale lilac sparkled dress. The thin straps barely held up my breasts but the sweetheart neckline and the off the shoulder look of the top made me feel like a princess. The dress was truly a work of art. It clung to my body like a second skin only flaring out at the skirt a bit due to the high slit that gave a little too much away. But tonight I wanted attention. I stop near the top of the staircase, spotting Alejandro's figure standing by the door but he was preoccupied on

Camila's POV In all honestly there was nothing wrong with having a smaller chest, in fact she looked amazing but the fact that she was trying to make me feel insecure was an issue that I couldn't put aside. She wanted to play dirty so could I. Her smile tightens but before she can reply I turn back into the conversation just as Jacob calls my name. "Do you play?" He smiles nodding behind me.I turn my head towards the music being played in the centre of the room before looking back at him and nodding. "Which do you play?" The question comes from Arnold who's narrowing his eyes at me as if he doesn't believe it. I chuckle awkwardly, "All three actually." Piano was the first of many instruments I learned. It was my gateway drug to the whole world of music. I rarely ever spoke about my talent for music outside of the music department at the school and save for mamá no ones ever really paid any mind to it. "You do?" Comes Alejandro surprised voice and I turn my head to see him blin

Camila's POV It had felt like a lifetime had passed since i'd been in the bathroom. My stomach was emptied four hurls ago and now my body has resorted to dry heaving anything and everything. I desperately tried to call for help but the moment I moved away, I would come running back, spilling the contents of my stomach at twice the pace of before. I was hurting. I was alone. And all I wanted was for someone to come looking for me. All I wanted was for someone to care. The night had taken a turn for the worse. No one had come looking for me, my dress was completely ruined, my mascara was running all over my face as tears of pain, frustration and hurt ran down my face and the sheer and utter physical pain coming from my stomach wasn't helping. It's only when I'm nearly passed out against the toilet seat that I make out the sound of the door opening and a loud sigh of relief. "There you are." Comes Alejandro's voice and my eyes flutter open as I watch his expression slowly shift to