The mafia's sweet seductress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Camila's POV I wasn't a morning person and yet I naturally woke up early most days - only to will myself to fall right back asleep.It was a cycle. And today is no different as my eyes flutter open and I shift in an attempt to get comfortable, only to realize Alejandro's spooning me, with a large hand still rested against my bare stomach. I contemplate moving away from him for I was still upset about yesterday, but I hesitate. Alejandro was currently in my bed, holding me against him, his evened breathing in my ear, and his strong body behind me. He was a jerk for leaving me alone, but I was also there to help him push his agenda, I wasn't necessarily his date nor did he care about me like that. Not yet at least. With a small sigh, I shift around to get a good look at him and his face. His extremely handsome face. His eyes are shut, his thick dark lashes lay against his the skin of his under eyes. His lips, parted as soft snores breeze through them and his face slightly tilted

Camila's POV Greta reaches us and her eyes connect with mine flashing with recognition before she places a hand on her hip glaring at us. "Shouldn't you be looking over the pool, Pool Boy?" She snaps at Mason. Mason and I glance towards the pool. The empty pool that's never in use, before we both look back at her. She's tapping her foot impatiently and I can see Mason wants to roll his eyes but he doesn't. After all he is still working - for her father I might add. He gives her a tight smile. "Just helping out one of the guests." Greta rolls here eyes, "Anyways I need you to clear out the pool for the next hour, I'm having a special guest." She mutters picking at her fingernails. Mason's jaw ticks as he glances towards the bodyguard stood off to the side. "Can't do that. You didn't book the space in advance, I'm not kicking all these people out."Greta huffs out in frustration stomping her foot. "My father would be very displeased with the service here." She sneers as she start

Camila's POV He stands all the suddenly, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me up off the ground. My hands instinctively settle on his shoulders as my feet lift off the floor, while I can do nothing but yelp. "Ah-What are you doing."He chuckles as he begins to twirl me around, "I need to change." He groans against my stomach. "Help me get ready for bed." His face is still buried into my belly and his voice is nothing but a low hum against it. I merely shriek in surprise at the sudden burst of energy. But I don't tell him to stop, nor do I tell him that he wasn't making any sense for it felt too good to hear him laugh. I close my eyes but then shriek as I feel him throw me back and I open my eyes just as I fall onto his bed as I look up to see him charging towards me. I giggle as he jumps on top of me playfully before burying his head against my stomach and resting it there. My giggling stops as butterflies take over at his close proximity and the way he feels comfortab

Camila's POV I wake the next morning with a headache and you bet your ass I'm not one that's discrete about when I'm in pain. I will no doubt be making it everyone's problem. But I do know that I don't want to bring up why I have a headache so bad that the side of my head feels tender. I mean what could I say?I fell off of Alejandro's bed, twice after he tried jumping me like a wolf in heat. Yeah, absolutely not. "What's wrong?" Ethan instantly asks, the minute he looks up to see me taking my seat next to him for breakfast. He eyes my robe clad body - no doubt wondering why I'm not dressed for school. I don't even spare him a glance as I sit in my seat, groggily thanking Divy - one of the staff, as she slides a few painkillers onto my plate. "I don't feel well." I mumble and Ethan frowns, but before he can say anything a light grip is placed on my chin tilting my head in the opposite direction and I come face to face with Alejandro. His brows furrow as he frowns. "Let me see.

Camila's POV I glance between him and his outstretched arm and after a moment of hesitation, I don't pass up the invitation.I tentatively crawl into his lap as he wraps his arms around me, allowing me to bury my face into his chest and I inhale his intoxicating yet calming scent.I can tell it takes him by surprise, but he doesn't push me away. He merely shifts before slowly, almost hesitantly wrapping an arm around me.His hand finds it's way to the back of my head and he begins to absentmindedly smooth down my hair. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. The only thing I care about is making sure your talent is recognized." He mumbles in my ear as I sniffle and lift my head slightly to look up at him. "I'm not dumb." I say firmly, angry tears escaping my eyes as I look up at him, my insecurity practically on display for him to dissect and manipulate. "Dumb?" He raises a brow at me, his hand coming up to wipes my tears. "Would a dumb person be able to learn any instrument in the spa