Crush Culture II

Alejandro left me the moment we got home and went somewhere in the manor while he was animatedly speaking Italian on the phone.

Only half of what he was saying I couldn't understand, and I knew it was because I hadn't learned the curse words.

I spent my time trying to get to know the other men in the house in the interim. Marco had struck a chord with me.

Beside being just about seven feet tall, calm, consistently testy, and having a strangely sweet tooth, he didn't talk a lot.

He would only speak to let me know how annoying I was or to politely tell me to shut up. I adored it. He was heavy.

He was just a few centimeters taller than Alejandro and built like a football player, which would explain why he called the gym his second home.

But I liked spending time with him because he didn't walk around like the majority of the other men did. "Marco!" I yell as I search for him in the main floor's hallways.

He moved like a mouse for someone of his size. Tranquil, quick and undetected. "Marco! You are there." Once I spot the man rummaging through the fridge, I say. He rolls his eyes as he turns to face me with a piece of cake in his hand. "When I call for you, you're supposed to yell Polo back. It resembles something charming I made for us." As he turns and begins to walk away, we argue. "Hey." As I follow him, I puff. "Where are you going?- I just found you and thought we could get to know each other-" He abruptly stops, causing me to run into his back. I groan and hold my head in the air, glancing at his dark head's back. He looks back at me before checking his watch. "Time in bed." Before carrying me up the stairs like a potato bag, he throws me over his shoulder and grumbles.

I try to tickle his sides while laughing and swaying like I'm on a roller coaster, but the man's football field won't move.

"Sleep and leave me alone," he tells me as he puts me down in front of my bedroom door. It's late." In that deep, quiet voice, he says.

It is extremely calming, so why doesn't he use it more often? But he opens my bedroom door, pushes me into the room, closes the door behind me, and leaves me alone before I can argue.

Therefore, I reluctantly begin bedtime preparations. I wash, shave, do my skincare and settle on a charming white nightie.

I'm also not drowsy when it's time to go to bed. I discovered that I was unable to easily sleep on my own.

And it had nothing to do with the fact that mama frequently made it a routine to sleep with me in my bed after she had left for the day.

I quickly came to detest sleeping by myself.

I need some kind of milk or tea to get me to sleep, so I get out of bed and don my matching silk robe and fuzzy pink slippers that go to about mid-thigh.

I imagine how it would feel to fall asleep in Alejandro's arms for a moment as I glance at the closed bedroom door.

Would he touch my head? Would he restrain me? Ensure my safety? But then I notice the light on as I glance toward one of the other doors in the hallway and recognize it as his office.

I advance towards the entryway, thumping softly, and when I hear a profound voice order me to enter, I open the entryway and stand in the limit.

Alejandro glances up from his desk, where he appears to be working on paperwork, and I watch with tired eyes.

He's still in his dress shirt just now it's totally creased and the main few buttons are popped off.

It was close to 1 a.m. when I glanced at the clock. I note exactly the way in which late it is and look towards his face seeing eye packs and stress lines on his temple, even his stubble has become out since earlier today.

It was normal data around here that Alejandro was continuously working and seeing him so drained has my heart gripping.

He is far too young and attractive to waste his time working at a desk at one in the morning when he could be lying in a warm bed. most likely cuddling me.

He raises an eyebrow at me after giving me a brief glance up from the papers on his desk.

"Camila, what's going on?" He glances back at his papers and murmurs distractedly. Before moving further into the room, I yawn and rub my eyes. "I was unable to rest." He hums while distracted.

"Could you not also not sleep?" I question, arriving at stop before his work area and looking down at the papers.

I try to read one of the contracts, but there are so many that my attention keeps wandering, which makes me feel dizzy and makes me nauseous.

Before he responds in a soft murmur, he doesn't even glance up at me in my adorable nightie.

"Haven't rested at this point." He makes me smile. Has anyone ever instructed this man to slow down?

"You overtrain yourself, Alejandro." I murmur. While I continue, he pauses and turns to look up at me.

"This is harmful. You know, I once heard of a man who died because he was overstressed by his work. "I say softly, my voice full of worry. I'm ignored as he shakes his head.

"It's late, Camila. Sleep in. You have a few hours to get ready for school. I decide to maintain my composure as his tone becomes more stern.

I move over to where he is and stand next to him. "No. I'll fall asleep when you do." Before he sighs, his hand closes around his pen and his shoulders slightly tighten.

"I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, although I appreciate your concern." "Everyone requires someone to look out for them at the very least."

"I want you to go to bed, Alejandro," I push. I try to pull him up by grabbing onto his forearm, which is writing on the paper.

He only slightly tilts his chair back to face me, but he doesn't move. "Stop." I do not respond to his clipped tone or warning.

I believe that he should nod off and get rest, and when he looks into allowing me to see his red eyes and emptied cheeks, I realize I'm making the best choice.

I move and now find myself wedged in between his desk and chair as I obstinately cross my arms.

In my cute nightie, he finally trails his gaze up my body, but he looks more irritated than anything else.

"I don't make a propensity for rehashing the same thing." His tone softens and his sharp jaw ticks, "Leave. Right now, I'm running out of patience."

He is quiet yet I can tell he's lashing out with the way he's holding the arm of his seat as though preventing him from accomplishing something different.

"And when I say you've had enough, I mean it. Alejandro, go to bed.

You'll probably be able to finish this paperwork tomorrow. or even request assistance from someone else." I think.

Then he snaps, slamming his fist into the table next to my hip, flaring his eyes, and stands up, brushing my front while doing so. "Would just take a moment to listen, dannazione!" He bursts. (Dammit/Damn) At the sudden noise, I lightly flinch, and as he towers over me, his perfectly chiseled face displays frustration and rage, my eyes widen.

I find myself leaning away from him out of pure intimidation, despite my desire to be close to him ninety percent of the time. However, he appears to be not finished. "Open your eyes and stop being such a needy child for a moment. I need to finish some work." His words are like venom, and he leans forward as I lean back, his face hovering over mine and his enraged breaths hitting my skin.

"The last thing I really want is your irritating ass in my ear." He fumes prior to snatching my arm and guiding me away from his work area.

I comply, still in shock and, to be honest, unsure of how to respond. I figured he'd give up and go to sleep.

However, the manner in which he is dragging me toward the door suggests otherwise.

"I was just worried for your prosperity." In an effort not to upset him, I respond softly.

However, I can't seem to suppress my anger at his sudden harshness.

I was unable to deal with being hollered at without having the abrupt desire to cry.

"And I'm not asking you to be. Since you've barged into my life, I'm asking you to get your ass back in your room and stay the hell out of my way for once."

I am forced out of his office when he spits and the door is slammed in my face.

With a held jaw and weighty heart I will myself to quiet down, for I know it's simply fatigue and repressed pressure talking.

However, that does not prevent me from storming into my bedroom and weeping.

It also doesn't stop me from repeating his harsh words the next and third days while Alejandro tries to stay away from me as much as possible.