Luciano

Stupid Girl

Luciano

I don't know why I brought her here. My home. The only place I have ever called home. I felt at peace here. Out of reach from my grandfather and my great grandfather. She walked over to the kitchen as soon as I said "Make yourself at home."

"Can I have another drink?" she asked.

"You want another drink?" she smiled softly at my questioning. She sat up on the kitchen island. Drunk Camila was brave and confident. I walked over to her and got in between her legs. She took a deep breath. I stared at her grey eyes and ran my fingers through her curls.

"You are very dangerous," I whispered. "Wearing things like this." I tugged her shirt at the center of her breast. "It is so easy to pull off." I yanked it forward. Camila licked her lips and bit on her bottom one. I couldn't help it. I lifted the shirt up and as she raised her arms to help me take it off, her hands went for mine. My lips immediately went to her bare breasts. Her head rolled back in pleasure. She moaned softly and then began to run her fingers in my hair.

"Hei-," I stopped what was I doing.

"Camila," I looked at her and caressed her cheek. "I can't." Her face dropped. She was stunned. I picked up her top and handed it to her. "You can stay here. Go upstairs, there's a guest room. Second door to the left." She didn't say anything. She just stayed there on the verge of tears. I grabbed my shirt and headed upstairs. I heard her come upstairs like twenty minutes later. I heard her sobbing. She was trying to hide it. I knew I had hurt and humiliated her but I couldn't go any further. She would scream, cry, and moan someone else's name and I couldn't have that. She didn't know who I was. Her muffled cries were making my heart sink in my chest. I walked over to her room. She was balled up with her knees to her chest. Sitting on the floor by the bed. I walked over to her and picked her up. She softly whimpered but didn't push me away. I put her on the bed and laid next to her.

"I am sorry," I said. "I truly am."

"Why?" she asked. "Am I?"

"You are perfect but I can't," I began. "I am not good for you."

"But,"

"Can we still be friends?" I asked stupidly.

"Friends?" she laughed softly.

"Yeah,"

"Okay," I felt her settle in my chest, and then she fell asleep.

Camila

I was shocked when I turned in bed and felt his hard body still next to me. I didn't dare look at him. I slowly got up off the bed trying to make sure not to wake up Heitor.

"Camila," he spoke. "I have been up for hours."

"Why didn't you get up and leave?" I accused.

"I didn't want to," he said.

"I drank a lot but I remember," I paused. "Everything."

"Good, it's not something I want you easily forgetting," he told me.

"Right," I went to the bathroom to wash my face. "So, can you give me something to change into? I can't go home like this."

"Oh yes, your father will throw a fit," he smirked. Heitor brought me some of his clothes. I took a shower and got dressed.

"I have to hurry home and got to work," Heitor said okay and took me home. Luckily, my father wasn't home but my mother did see me come home. She noticed Heitor walk a few minutes after and she obviously noticed my choice of clothes. I was mortified but she didn't say anything. I ran upstairs to get dressed. My mother was waiting downstairs for me.

"Here," she said as she handed me my bag. "We are going to a charity ball tomorrow."

"Um, okay,"

"Your brother is going and so are his friends, your cousins will be there too," my mother told me. I nodded and headed off to work.

I came home after working an eight-hour shift. I was tired. I sat in the foyer taking off my sneakers and leaving them neatly by the door. A tall wide man came to stand in front of me.

"Hello little girl," I looked up at him. "I am a friend of your fathers. You must be Camila."

"Yes," I said nervously. He tried to touch a loose curl from my face but suddenly Heitor grabbed his wrist. I turned and Demetri and Luciano were standing behind me. They were all staring him down.

"Weren't you just leaving, Dario?" Heitor questioned.

"Yes, of course," he opened the front door and walked out but not before saying. "I hope to see you at the charity ball, Miss Camila."

"Will you get up off the floor?" Luciano yelled. I shot up and stared at him. "Why were you just sitting there? And didn't your parents ever tell you not to talk to strangers?"

"I,"

"Just go to your room, stupid girl," Luciano said. I couldn't help but shed tears from his words. I was hurt and annoyed. I didn't do anything wrong. I looked back at Heitor but he looked angrier than Luciano. What did I do?

The next day, it was awkward. I didn't have school or work and it was getting weird being around Luciano and Heitor. I didn't talk to them much. My father tried to keep us all chatting but none of us wanted to. They both still seemed upset with me. After dinner, I went outside to sit by the pool.

"You shouldn't go tonight," Heitor said.

"Why not?" I asked. "I have been going to events like this since I was seven."

"This one is going to be different," he said. "Stay home."

"No," I quickly stood up. "I won't."

"Camila,"

"Heitor," he quickly got up.

"Don't," he said as he gripped my chin with his fingers. I smacked his hand away.

"I am going, whether you like it or not," I said. "You are not my brother or father."