Chapter 18: Chapter Eighteen
Michael's POV :)
I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss !Camila's luscious soft lips on mine...I thought about it till I drifted off to dream world and had dreams about her...us...doing hot things and I felt good and bad about it. Bad that those dreams were tormenting and my hunger for her only heightened when I haven't got a taste. Good that I simply felt good at those dream times. Funny enough, I didn't turn into a whore when I actually met her. This girl ticked a switch in me... a craving I had never had as it has always been easy to lay with girls.
That evening, when I got to her hotel to pick her up for the dinner with dad, from the moment I saw her face I knew something was up. She didn't look up at me with that bright enthusiastic face of hers rather she looked sad or maybe bored. I asked her what was up and she said nothing was when there definitely was. Throughout the ride she was awfully quiet making me uncomfortable. She even turned on the music really loud and though my ear drums cried i let her and it hurt that we weren't close enough for her to tell me what was going on. I couldn't possibly guess. She lowered the windows too and her lovely hair got really messy. She poked her hand out enjoying the feel of the wind and I kept casting side glances her way. I turned off the music when I couldn't take it much longer and she looked at me with sad questioning eyes. I took that opportunity to wind up the windows too and told her about my drafted story of how we met. The usual Camila would throw a good sarcastic comment but she was just so quiet and nodded.
I left out telling her about dads heart bag and wanted her reaction to it to be natural. We got into the house and by the way she stared I was sure she found the interior interesting as keen interest danced in her eyes as she stared as dads mysterious and deep paintings. He had told me stories about some of them when I was young which I had forgotten about as so was never really interested in paintings. We got to the parlor where dad slept on his rocking chair and coincidentally she spotted bag. Her eye sight must be really sharp to have noticed it so quick.
When dad asked me to go out I waited out the door, within earshot so I could burst in and save her if he asked any uncomfortable questions that could jeopardize our plan. Dinner went well and dad retired for the night. I really wanted to ask her to stay the night but how could I when she looked so down. She said she had lady problems which must be period cramps and I had that stuff hurts a lot for a lot of women and can also cause mood swings. I could understand her when she said her parents drained her cause I'm sure when things was good they were all happy and enjoyed themselves. So when the disaster struck them they must have lost their happy vibe and seeped into depression. Being around people with a certain kind of vibe was really draining and I had experienced that. I wanted her to be her cheerful usual self. I dropped her at the hotel and drove back home.
Reaching home I was really tired that I fell on the bed. And as my eyes went numb, my phone vibrated then blinked from a text but I was too tired to check it. I let sleep carry me in it's embrace.
The next day I slept in for a while as the stress of the week had taken a toll on me. I woke by noon and entered the office in my penthouse to review stock. I had a robot named Tem that assisted in house chores. Tem brought me an iced americano. I had gotten used to having him around at first when Dad got him for me I imagined a scenario of him having a malfunction but the scientist assured dad and I that any little default would power it off. Dad had refused me having help in the house. He wanted me bringing in only people I trusted.
Could this house hold unknown secrets ? I often wondered.
I was seated in my office chair which backed the clear of the city cause of the massive glass window. Typing away on my laptop I felt like standing so I stood up and faced the glass with my coffee in hand, this sight always amazed me.
I desired to call " lil miss shortie "and she picked on the first ring.
"What's up man" Camila asked.
"I'm good girl how's your day going"
"You know I was about napping before my phone started blaring and bingo it was pants dropper"she said.
"Who's that" I wondered. Pant dropper...hmmm...is she perhaps referring to me ?...Geez she is ! I chuckled. I remember when we first met and I boasted about making ladies drop their....
"Never mind " she chuckled. She must be feeling better now.
"I'm still seeing your parents today right?"
"Yeah and they're jolly to see you. We'll meet at a restaurant "
"Okay then I'll get prim and perfect for the dinner"
"Gosh...the perfect prince wants to get more perfect how will the world survive " she mocked. This was the Camila I knew...I liked...the cheerful girl brooding with sarcasm.
"They wouldn't but I'll take pity and be merciful"
"Omg from my hotel room I can see your head turning into a big balloon "
I laughed at her statement, she had lifted my mood. Her company was addictive and I'm sure we'll be good friends like I am with Sharon but the problem is I want her badly...I want a taste just once then our friendship journey can begin.
The evening came and I dressed in a casual suit and styled my hair to go sleek back. I stared at myself in the mirror and yeah I was handsome. One of these days I'd love to get some tattoos and piercings but dad freaking hates that. I had once gotten a temporary tattoo across my arm and for the first time ever dad was legit mad at me, he wouldn't see me nor wanted me near him till it wore off. Charles had gotten a few but dad just ignored that which was kinda strange to me as Charles's tats should bother him more than mine.
I spend some time in my garage deciding what car to drive. My dark Lykan hyper sports car caught my attention and I opted for it. I put in the location and drive to the said restaurant. Arriving there I cross check my appearance on the glass of the window of my car.
Good to go! I winked at my own appearance .
I stepped into the restaurant and it was actually busy. Ladies stared at me as I passed by as usual...I was so used to it. I spotted Camila with her parents and there was a weird vibe around them that I couldn't place.
"Hello" I said and their heads turned in unison.
"Michael you're here" Camila said with a little smile.
"Good evening Mr and Mrs Rodrigo I'm Michael Jenkins " I said and shook hands with her dad.
"Martin Rodrigo " her father replied sternly gritting his teeth.
"Juliana" the mother said and I said hi. I sat next to Camila who was sated directly opposite her parents. Camila must be those kids who are loud outside and when around their parents they are polar opposite. She seemed so uncomfortable and kept taking water and being fussy.
We started a conversation and things went smoothly. They told me details of everything and I chose the most pressing one....their house.
I had my guy at the bank process the paperwork for their house release that night. He hastily did cause of the big tip I'd give him. Booked cleaners to go to their place the next day and get their house ready for them.
After dinner I left them and drove home, glancing back to see gloomy expressions on their faces.
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