The Billionaire’s One Night Stand

CHAPTER4

There were days when all Camilla wanted to do was rest, most of those days she bolstered herself with some form of a pep talk on how much she needed the money and how it would suck to be broke– her brain took it from there.

Today though, she couldn't seem to get her brain to cooperate, the organ was in on the sleep action and it was in way too deep. Right now she was half asleep while her aunt Kira droned on about something.

"Girl are you listening to me" her aunt growled menacingly or tried as much as she could too, a woman of her height had a hard time being menacing but Camilla let her think that she was so the peace was always maintained.

" I'm sorry Aunty, what were you saying"

" I'm saying that you need to consider getting a job elsewhere, that bar ain't working out for you" she sniffed and Camilla smiled.

" And I will, once I get my diploma I'll be more qualified and will have more options."

" Dear child, I know that this is not easy."

" Your papa wasn't real smart and got himself involved with my sister, now I love Clarissa but she ain't the sharpest tool in the shed" Aunt Kira murmured.

" Aunty" she exclaimed, although the woman wasn't lying

" What I ain't lying" she grumbled. Camilla knew that but sometimes, she just preferred to ignore it. Clarissa Jones was a beautiful woman back in her days, she was curvy and cute, her skin like chocolate milk, men had adored her and she knew it.

When she'd caught the eyes of Bryan Bates, she welcomed his attention Bryan was an accountant for a large firm and had money to spend, it had been a luxurious few years for the couple and then dad had been let go, and as the money dwindled, so had Clarissa's affection, until the whole marriage had been nothing more than a stomping ground. She remembered those years before her mother had finally found a man of her status and disappeared. It had broken her father, and she couldn't forgive her mother for that.

" Well you may be right but I don't need to like hearing it " she countered.

" Well alright, it's up to you but I hope you know that I'm there for you" she murmured and Camilla smiled pulling her aunty into a hug.

" I know, and I love you too" she murmured.

" Alright, that's enough. Get to work" she snapped, picking her tea and heading to the living room where she'd likely watch the reruns of her shows, grinning she watched her leave.

The rest of the day was more of the same for her, she leaned on the counters at every small opportunity to sleep, at a point she had probably been asleep for over thirty minutes, and jerked awake stretching

"OK, sleeping beauty. What the hell" Lia huffed, her face wrinkled in worry

" Hey, is Maxim with you" she asked yawning

" No dear, he isn't but I asked about you"

" What about me," she asked playing dumb

" Are we going that route?" Lia asked not amused

" We are cause there's nothing wrong with me " she replied standing, her chest felt full and congested, she rubbed at it frowning at the discomfort

" Camilla, you can't tell me you're ok, you've been weird for over a week now"

" I know but I just feel sleepy, I must be tired" she intoned

" Come on let's get to work" she urged, it took herculean effort to push Lia towards the door and then she paused, her stomach roiled and whatever was in it traveled back up into her throat, she pulled away and dashed towards the toilet and proceeded to empty her stomach. She heard Lia curse and rush into the stall

" You are not ok" she grumbled

" What is going on here " Cleo's voice rang, Camilla heaved

" The i***t girl is sick" Lia replied, pulling her hair out of her face

" Camilla is never sick" Cleo muttered coming to join them, she raised her head from the toilet bowl

" Thanks for the vote of confidence" she moaned leaning against the door

" Both of you shut up" Lia grumbled and she huffed

" Ok so could it be the flu," Cleo asked

" Maybe but I would like her to go for tests" Lia replied, they were content to hold the whole conversation without her so she let them

.

" Alright, you're going to the hospital" Cleo ordered, she nodded unable to muster the strength to speak, soon they were lifting her off the floor, she groaned when her stomach roiled her hands tightening on Cleo's shirt

" What is it" she asked, Camilla didn't have time to answer that question, she pulled away from them and lurched to the toilet throwing up all over again

" She is not well" Lia gritted,

" I can tell" Cleo replied dryly. Camilla ignored them praying that her gut wouldn't dump itself in the toilet.

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The sun was scorching, it had been summer for the past three weeks, and with each day the sun seemed ready to reach new levels of scorching, Raffele wasn't sure why he was here. His phone rang vibrating in the seat next to him, tapping his earphones he said.

" Hello"

" Ah bambino, how close are you to home" his mother's voice filled the speaker and he sighed– this was the reason he was here enduring the unyielding Italian sun.

" Si mama, five minutes" he replied and she hummed.

" Hm hurry then we have guests"

" Of course, but I wasn't aware we were having guests again. You know I leave tomorrow" he asked and she scoffed.

" It's never too late to throw a party, I don't know why you have to go so soon," she asked sullenly.

" I have a business to run" he replied and she huffed. Raffele smiled, he loved his mother but she could be a pain sometimes.

When he'd first decided to take their company abroad, she had been one of the most adamant, and it had taken multiple passionate arguments for her to finally accept it now she made a minimal fuss each time he visited and had to go back.

" You know you don't have to go so early"

" I do need to mama" he offered but she sniffed rudely. It wasn't like he could tell her the real reason he was going back to America, the real reason he was so worked up that even this holiday didn't feel like one. Camilla Bates, the woman who'd rocked his world for one night and then disappeared into thin air the next morning. He'd left her a note– he never left his flings a note and she'd either ignored it or just disappeared without reading it. Raffele couldn't quite help it but he needed to find her and he'd already been gone too long.

"I'm here mama, I'll see you inside," he said and she hummed.

" See you soon", she said before cutting the call.

Parking the car, he placed his sunglasses over his nose and strolled towards the house, he could hear voices too many of them to just be a small dinner, and he sighed in frustration.

Walking into the home his family had owned for years, he strode to his mother, pressing a kiss to her face.

" This is not a small party" he muttered in Italian and she smiled slyly.

" This isn't supposed to be a small party, we're celebrating your engagement" he froze.

" Engagement. What the hell, I never agreed to such" he muttered harshly.

" You didn't have to. You need a wife, AmalisaGallozzi is a good girl" he scoffed he doubted that very much.

" I do not require a wife," he gritted and she frowned

" Do not give me that tone, you go to America and hang around those half-naked girls. I'm not sure what you see in them" she queried

" I have no idea what you want me to say but I can assure you it won't be yes" he stressed at this point he was annoyed, and he didn't like to be annoyed because just like his mother his temper ran hot.

" Beatrice, come dear. Raffaele is here" she called out smiling, he scoffed glancing around the room. He could see her parents talking with his uncle and aunt, and a few of his cousins were drinking wine and talking amongst themselves.

Amalisa Gallozzi was a beautiful woman there was no doubt about that, with short blond hair that gave her a severe look, her eyes were a soft blue but nothing about her interested him, not her figure and not the poise and calm she wore like a facade.

" Salve Signora Orsini, Raffele" she muttered bowing her head softly, his mother offered some sort of platitudes and he ignored them both

" You do not like me very much" Amalisa stated calmly, he realized his mother had disappeared

"It through no fault of your own" he muttered softly and she laughed.

"Oh Raffele, do you think I want to be married to you? " He straightened and she talked.

"I need your family's money, Raffaele and your mother is quite happy to have me" she muttered and he growled his temper flaring.

"You will stay away from my mother and my family, or I will kill you" he growled and stalked before he did something he would regret.

He got into his car jammed the door hard, pressed the accelerator he sped out onto the road. Most of the fury he felt was at his mother and for her, she was lonely and let people close to her, people who would hurt her without a second thought. He sighed and pressed on the brake, stiffening when nothing happened, he pressed it again but the car didn't slow, he could see the incoming car and he wasn't about to cause an accident so he swerved right and straight into a wall. The impact was rough with enough force to bounce his head against the steering wheel, he felt something wet and sticky running down his face and the world went dark.