CHAPTER 4
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“Um…that's fine” I felt quite ashamed to have done that to the poor girl. She let go of the duvet and I scooped her in my arms and went to the bathroom.
Mist clogged the bathroom and she seemed to breathe in relief as I dropped her into the tub.
“Thank you” I nodded and picked the bath sponge and lathered it and gently scrubbed her back, she relaxed against the tub, sighing softly.
It felt so natural doing this and the soft sighs that escape her lips was a testament that I was doing well.
“What's your name?” I asked.
“Camille,” she answered.
“American?” I asked.
“Italian, my mum was American, Philadelphia precisely”.
She squealed in surprise when my hand brushed her p***y, and I stopped and raised my brows at her.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked and she shook her head.
“I'm just sensitive there” and I smiled and nodded.
“Should I continue?” And she nodded.
I gently scrubbed in between her legs, my fingers brushed against her c**t and she moaned, and I got hard immediately.
She clasped a hand over her mouth and I chuckled.
I helped her out after I was done, she looked at her dress on the bed and bit her lips.
“I can't wear this” she muttered and I handed her a shirt of mine from the closet, she thanked me and put it on, it was extremely large on her and also covered my marks on her body.
A different ringtone broke the silence and she searched for it, when she picked the call, her tone became hushed.
“I'm fine, I'll be home soon” she answered.
“What? How did that happen?” She asked, her voice changing to a panicked one. The door bell rang and I went to pick the food.
When I returned she was on her feet, she seemed wobbly but she moved around to get something.
“What's wrong?” I asked, watching her panic.
“Um…I.. need to…I need to get home” she stammered.
“Food just arrived” she paused to look at my hand and I saw her gulp before meeting my eyes, her phone rang again and she shook her head.
“I'm so sorry but I can't stay, I need to leave now” she stumbled and I rushed to stop her from falling.
“Call the driver Keisha, my location is on” she said into the phone, she had her clothes and purse in her hands as she made for the door.
“How did this happen Keisha, what of my papa?” I followed her downstairs as she gently went down the stairs.
“I thought it was settled yesterday. Did she have to go on i********:?” She stopped and sulked in her breath.
“I'll be there in a minute” she answered and ended the call.
“Something's up I guess” and she nodded.
“Maybe we can meet some other…” her phone cut her shut again.
“Giuro, papà, non è quello Che pensi”(I swear, papa, it's not what you think) she said In smooth Italian.
“ha iniziato lei per prima papà, io mi stavo solo difendendo” (she started it first papa, I was just defending myself).
“si, papà” (yes papa).
“l'autista è qui papà”(the driver is here papa).
She opened the door and stepped out, outside was a red Rolls Royce parked outside which surprised me, Camille opened the car and got in.
I breathed out sharply and returned upstairs. I took a quick bath and changed into a new set of clothes before searching for my phone.
Not like I expected a call from Beatrice, she never called and she probably hasn't even realised that I wasn't home last night, that's if she was even home herself.
I grabbed my phone, but my eye caught something on the white bedsheets and I frowned as I straightened the material to look closely.
Blood.
Specks of blood stained the white sheet, I searched all over the bed to see if she probably was on her period but nothing else.
The blood had already dried out, which meant it ought to have been yesterday.
She couldn't have been…
My mind paused before I chuckled to myself, she wasn't one, I would have known if she was a virgin.
Another look at the stains on the sheets and what I didn't want to believe seemed to be the most believable right now.
Camille was a virgin.
And it suddenly made sense, why she said I was too huge for her, why she was so sensitive after the first round.
It was probably her first and she kept quiet, I didn't even know what to say at the realisation.
Well, it didn't matter anyways, we would never meet and if we did I'd apologize and we'd move past it.
I called the house keeper and took the food with me and headed to my car.
CAMILLE
“What's this video of you fighting in a restaurant, Camille?” I sighed.
“I didn't fight with her papa, she just made a rude comment and I stood up to her and besides I paid the customers there not to leak the video, I don't know why this is happening” I answered.
“You paid? Camille we own up to mistakes not pay them off, this is so terrible Camille, you're on almost every social media handle” papa said and took a seat.
“I'll sort that out papa, take some rest okay”
“How can I rest when my own daughter is being dragged all over the news?” he asked.
“Camille, you need to understand that you are part of the Barone enterprise, everything you do or say affects the company”.
“And this right here is not a good look on the company, on me, people see you as a replica of me and if you go around behaving like this what do you think they think of me?” I sighed and nodded.
“I'm sorry papa, It won't happen again” he looked away and reached for a glass of water taking a sip.
“Maybe I actually spoil you too much, “ he muttered.
“Why weren't you with Keisha in your apartment when I called?” he asked suddenly.
I…I…had to do some shopping” I stuttered, he ran his sharp eyes over me and looked away.
“Shopping, dressed like that? And without your car?” He asked” I bit my lips as I looked at the oversized shirt I wore and thankfully it covered all the hickeys and hand prints or else papa would be worried about something more than just the shirt.
“Keisha seems to be giving you too much freedom,” he said.
“Come back home for now, we'll see if you're fit to go back to your apartment after this dies down” I nodded and he pressed the telephone to his ear and asked the driver to take me home.
Papa was calm which meant he was angry and angry papa was not nice papa and I wondered how people managed to think I was being spoiled by him.
Yes, he had his days but once he got mad at any of my behaviour I would have to lay low until he was okay.
A body guard followed behind me as we entered the private elevator only my papa used.
I was escorted to the red Rolls Royce outside and I got in, finally relaxing. Aurelio must have been shocked by my sudden leave and I didn't even get a number or anything.
“f**k” I muttered as the car roll out of the car pack.
***
“What did your papa say?” Keisha asked and I sighed.
“I got scolded,” I answered.
“I'm so sorry Cam, it's all my fault” and I smiled at her.
“Papa is just angry at the moment, you know how he gets” I said, nudging Keisha.
“What about the club, where were you and where did you come back from?” Keisha asked and a blushed crept up my cheeks.
“I passed out with a handsome stranger” I said, my voice small.
“Oh my gawd, tell me already” Keisha screamed and I laughed.
Keisha's mouth was wide open when I finished telling her everything.
“You can't be serious” I shrugged and showed her the hickeys on my neck and the fresh hand prints on my thighs.
“Dear goodness” she gasped.
“What got into you? I would never in my wildest dreams think you'd just let a random guy pop your cherry”.
Heat crawled up my throat and I began to fidget with my oversized sweater.
“He isn't random,” I muttered.
“You're defending him, just how good was he that you're defending him” Keisha asked, the look of surprise clouding her face.
I shook my head and smiled falling back into my pillow.
“He's so dreamy Keisha, I wish to meet him again” I said softly, closing my ears to drown Keisha scream.
Days passed by and papa had calmed down a bit not to frown at me at breakfast or dinner.
Aurelio still managed to sneak into my thoughts as many times as possible, God, I didn't go a day without thinking about him and what happened that night.
I wondered if I would ever see him again, or maybe I could look for him but that would look so creepy but regardless I still entertained the thought of him.
I was just so obsessed.
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