SEDUCING MY EX-BOYFRIEND'S UNCLE

Camila was excited. It was very rare for her to feel that emotion. She didn't believe that she could hang on this long, but she did it. She stayed with Alex for so long. It was their second anniversary. She had been in one relationship for two years. She felt so giddy, almost like she had won the lottery. Before Alex, the longest relationship she had been in lasted three months. Camila had written herself off as hopeless and that there was nothing that she could do to save herself. She couldn't ever be in a relationship. She had diagnosed herself with commitment issues. That was all before she met Alex. Camila couldn't help but sigh as she thought of her boyfriend. Alex was perfect. Well, that was going too far, but he was very close to it. He wasn't too clingy, yet he treasured her. He didn't demand too much from her. He didn't outright ignore her. It was the perfect balance for her. Camila couldn't stand guys who couldn't get enough of their girlfriends or girls who kept yapping about the men they were with. Alex was the ying to her yang, he understood her when she said she believed that two people in a relationship should still be very much separate, that there were some lines that shouldn't be crossed. They had the perfect balance, the perfect relationship. "What are you thinking about that you are all starry-eyed?" Her friend and her roommate, Ava, asked her. Camila had forgotten where she was, in the living room of the flat that she shared with her two roommates, Ava and Brielle, not in her room where she could get a little bit of privacy. Camila sighed and stood up from the comfortable sofa. "I should get going." "Of course you should. Your boyfriend isn't going to surprise himself," Briella chipped in, and Camila rolled her eyes. She already had a surprise planned. She was going to see Alex in his condo which was just outside the city. They usually had a planned visit twice a month, where she would stay the weekend, and they would have a swell time together. For their anniversary, she should go see him, but she told him that she would be busy attending interviews for the internship she was about to begin. She would go to his place and make him dinner, prime the place up, and wait for him to get home. After which they would have the best night of their lives. Camila had it all planned out. It was perfect. She smiled to herself and picked up her overnight bag and then her small purse from the end of the chair. "I will see you guys on Monday," Camila said, the blush that she had from when she was thinking of Alex still staining her cheeks. "Get laid, Cams. We are rooting for you!" Ava, the more enthusiastic out of her friends shouted, and Camila laughed. "Enjoy your weekend dear, and don't worry about anything, the house will be fine without you. Now go and have fun," Brielle said and lightly pushed Camila out of the house. "I am going, I am going. No need to escort me out," she said as she left. Camila took the elevator to the basement where her car was parked. It was a white SUV, a gift from her parents on her twenty-third birthday, which was just a few weeks ago. She started the car and began to drive out of the city, to her boyfriend's place. As Camila drove, she toyed with the idea of calling Alex just to ask him where he was, but shook the idea off. They already spoke that morning. She would reveal her plans too soon if she asked after him too much. Alex usually went to work around ten am. He worked for his grandfather's company, Right Enterprises. They owned an airline, a clothing line, a hotel, a pharmaceutical company, and a school. The Romanos had made a name for themselves over the years. Alexander was one of them. He was a pharmacist himself and worked in the research facility of his grandfather's pharmaceutical company. He was what many would call a nerd, and for someone like Camila, who studied business administration and was not very nerd-like, they were quite different. Yet, down to the core, they were very similar. Camila and Alex were organised people who believed in plans and order. This surprise was out of character for Camila, but she enjoyed doing things that were out of character once in a while. "Ooh, I am so excited," she gushed as she pulled over in front of her boyfriend's house. She already had everything that she needed for the perfect surprise and weekend with her boyfriend. Camila got out of the car and picked up her overnight bag. She blushed as she touched the bag. She was imagining herself in the blood-red lingerie that Ava had convinced her to buy for the event. She had her personal key to the house. That came in handy. She wouldn't have been able to pull it off. Camila remembered how she had protested when Alex first gave her the key, about how there was absolutely no need for it. Now look at her, sneaking into his house to surprise him so they could celebrate their second dating anniversary. She opened the door and stepped into the house. As she expected, Alex wasn't home. The place was a mess. Camila was shocked at the disorderliness all around. There were clothes strewn over the couch. The books on the table were scattered. There was a weird smell coming from the kitchen. Camila rubbed the furrow on her forehead. The place was always perfect when she came around. Maybe he was in a hurry, she told herself. The mess put a damper on her plans. She wouldn't be able to do anything until the place was at least liveable. Camila began to clean then, and she began with the kitchen, washed all the used pots, pans, and plates, and cleaned the counters. Then, she began to clean up the living room. She removed the clothes from the chair, took the books back to the library, before she finally got to the bedroom. It was not a surprise to find that it was a mess, too. Camila sighed then. She was grateful that she thought to come in the morning. It would have been so chaotic if she had come later in the afternoon. She wouldn't have found the chance to do all of this cleaning. She worked on the bedroom also. She was shocked to see unusual clothing that certainly didn't belong to her boyfriend. Camila tried to calm herself down. It was best in these kinds of situations not to rush into a conclusion, even if the conclusions seemed apparent and there were no other logical explanations. Camila tried to be calm, as calm as any woman could be when there was a black thong that obviously didn't belong to her in her boyfriend's bedroom. Camila dumped the thong in the wastebasket because she wasn't sure what to do with it and continued cleaning, not because she was still feeling like surprising Alex and telling him that she loved him, but because it was the only thing that she could do to distract herself and not call his phone and scream at him to come back home. When she was done, she was still not calm. Camila paced the house like a tigress as she waited for Alex to get home. Finally, after it seemed like she had waited forever, she heard the screech of tyres as his car rolled into the parking lot. Camila moved to the kitchen window. Maybe she should be more receptive. He still didn't know that she was there. After she dropped her bag, she moved her car a bit far from his place. It was all part of the plan. Camila was still thinking about how she was going to handle the situation when she noticed that Alex, in fact, wasn't alone in the car. He was wasting too much time without coming down. From her angle, she could barely see much, but she managed to see that two people were leaning into each other. Do not overreact, Camila, she told herself, but that was useless. After what seemed like forever, Alex opened the door and stepped out of his car in all his Italian-American glory. He looked as hot as the first time they met, tall, black hair, sweet innocent smile. What Camila was feeling was much different from what she felt the first time they met. This time, it was something close to murder. The second car door opened, and someone else stepped out. It was a female with a familiar shade of blonde hair, the shade on her head, the type that ran in her family. With what seemed like practised finesse, the blonde walked over to her boyfriend of two years and latched her lips to his. The man that Camila thought she loved, held her tightly close and kissed her with equal fervour. Camila could literally feel her heart break.