The Plutocrats' Lovers

Chapter Twelve

Nicolas Garcia's POV

"Are we there yet?" I asked Luis as he was typing away on his iPad. I cannot understand this generation of technology. I mean, pfft, I was one of them as I was storing all of my business information and deals on a data server that I have bought from an American company, The Kent Tech.

"Could you not do that?" Luis asked me. I arched my eyebrow.

"Do what?"

"That! Your whining was stripping my intelligence by the seconds," he said as he put on his earphones and left me alone to my thoughts. I pouted my lips as I went to look at the streets.

Spain. My tuff, my territory.

My home.

The sun was shining like it has been blessed by God. I was so happy that I was out of that dreadful country called Romania. I was going to give a handful to Kyle after his honeymoon.

"Where are we going, sir?" My driver asked me. I was in a trace that I was looking at the family that was walking outside on the sidewalk. I was smiling, unknowingly to myself before I ordered him to go home first. I needed to look my best before I meet my friend.

I have told her about my predicament of why I wanted to be one of the judges. She agreed in a condition that I will accompany her to a ballet performance later this month. I groaned. But I will do it for the sake of having Camila in my clutches.

I smirked. Camila Almada. You will finally be mine.

After we had made it to the house, or should I say mansion, it was nice to lay on the bed for a while before I moved to shower and get some food into my system. I haven't been well since I get to kiss her. She was the perfection of my body and to know that she could escape...

I shook my head as I was looking at myself in front of the counter. I could not think about anything else or what-ifs right now. I have to get her or I might be losing control again.

"Luis?" I asked for my PA as he was not around. I don't know what was coming onto me but I hoped that they would be okay. I mean, he was probably in his girlfriend's house, the captain of my plane. I groaned. I need to get my employees to stop f*****g each other.

Ignoring my anger to take out of Luis, I went to the walk-in wardrobe and put on my best suit. I will be attending the audition but I will be blending in as I don't think my friend would appreciate it if she knows that I was going to snatch one of the contestants away.

I smirked before I went out of the wardrobe and went to get the keys to my car before I headed to the garage and took one of them for a spin. Tonight's choice: the red Lamborghini.

I went to the driver's seat and got in. I was putting the ignition and I was waiting for the engine to be ready. Then, I sped off as I smiled at the ways that I can make Camila succumb to my demands.

Camila Almada's POV

After I hopped off the bus in Barcelona, I went to the house that was designated for me by Val. I was thankful that it was not outstanding or luxurious. It was normal, almost and I loved it. I went inside as Val already left the key in the flowerpot. I took it and unlocked the door before I went inside.

I put the keys onto the counter that was near the door I don't think that I would be smiling here but I guessed I was surprised, even with myself. I don't think that the house was good enough for my stay but it will do.

There was a living room that was furnished and the kitchen was also furnished, easy for me to do some cooking on my own. I don't want to depend on the credit card alone even though Val settled all my money and trust fund.

"Well, this is nice," I said as I was walking through to the bedroom as I was putting my backpack onto the bed. The bed was a king-sized bed. Its satin bedspread was blood red. I thought it suited me perfectly.

I went into the door that was located on the left side of the room. I opened the door and was amazed by it. It was an en suite bathroom as there was a bathtub/shower and the countertop was so shiny as if it was made by hand.

"I could get used to this," I said as I went back into the bedroom and I went to the other door in the room. It was a walk-in wardrobe and I was so happy that Val had filled the wardrobe with all the dresses, t-shirts, hoodies, pants, jeans, skirts, and so on that, I can fit. It was all in my size.

I smiled as I ran my fingers onto the clothes that were hanging and it was near to my hands. I smiled like I had not for a thousand years. I was so giddy that I went into the bathroom and stripped all of my clothes. I haven't been showered for the last 2 days and I thought I was overdue for one.

I went to fill in the bathtub with water as I turned on the faucet. I put some of the aromatherapy oils into the water as I was stripping my clothes. I was naked when I closed the faucet and submerged myself into the water. It was lukewarm and I thought I could get used to this.

I was scrubbing my body as I was humming a song that was stuck in my head. I know, stupid. But this song was the only one that left my mother's. I was shampooing my hair as I felt the water was getting colder. It was my cue to get out and get ready for my audition. It was in the late evening but I guessed I just have to be there earlier than I should be.

I went out of the tub and rubbed myself dry with a towel, then I went into the closet and chose a hoodie and jeans. I matched it up with combat boots and I was off to the audition.

It was not what I would expect from the last time that I auditioned for Lisa Gonzales' backup dancers. this, I think it was more exclusive than anything else that I have ever done in my life. I mean, a lot of people that were coming were famous people.

"Hey, what did you prepare?"

"I don't know, I think I might go with Bach,"

"Hey, me too!"

"Bach is so overrated, maybe we should do Mozart,"

"Speak for yourself!"

Some of the conversations that I heard or tried to engage in did nothing to boost my confidence. Well, I supposed it did boost my confidence. Or maybe drowned it. I gulped.

"Next!" The announcer called for the next candidate, the one before me. I was tuned out of the audition as I tried to focus on myself right now. I did not register that I was being called several times.

"Camila Almada! Camila Almada!" The announcer called me before I jerked in my seat. I cursed as my resume was on the floor before someone picked it up for me.

"Thank you," I said before I went toward the stage. I was so nervous that I forgot all about manners and maybe being ladylike.

"Hi," I said as I looked into the panel of judges. There was a woman between two men. They were all serious as I was handing them my resume before I stood at the center of the stage.

"Camila Almada?" The woman asked me. I nodded.

"Speak please," she replied.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied as I was afraid that I would get disqualified.

"So, tell me why we should hire you?" She asked as she was staring at me. I did not prepare for anything as I was thinking that I just have to sing to impress them.

"Sorry?" I asked her. She sighed.

"For god's sake, why do you think you're better than the others? Why should we consider you to get a placement in our company?" She asked me. I gulped before I looked at their eyes. Wary like I was never good enough. I took a deep breath as I was closing my eyes before I looked at them.

"Sure, I was not qualified or special enough to be considered as placement in your company," I said honestly as the woman arched her eyebrow at me.

"But, I can assure you that, when you do, I will make sure that your company will be the most sought out in the city or perhaps in the world," I said as I looked at her. Her lips were in a thin line.

"Oh?"

"Yes, I will make sure of that happen in the nearest time if you consider me," I said confidently before I heard someone coughed. But the panels were silent. I shrugged it off.

"Well, let's see then, shall we?" The woman replied before she smiled at me. I smiled and when I opened my mouth, the only remaining memory was my mother singing to me every night.