Monsters in My Room 1

Camila

Ethan was what could be compared to a sumo grappler in his rest.

I was therefore unsurprised when I awoke to find him in bed next to me with his disgusting foot in my face.

I believed that Alejandro should remain and hold me, yet he probably left when Ethan returned.

I vividly pondered what Alejandro did to those men as the events of last night came flooding back to me.

When I realize how unlikely it is that Alejandro, a Don, will spare them, I consider asking, but I decide against it.

For someone in the criminal world, Alejandro was a calm and rational individual; however, this was only because his vile side was kept hidden and only revealed itself when it was necessary to do so.

On weekends, breakfast was served later, giving me enough time to get ready and conceal the minor bruises. I'm also the last person at the table when I enter the room.

As soon as I enter the room, I notice that everyone's eyes are drawn to me.

Large numbers of the men stopped by before to ask me how I was, one unknown one in any event, leaving a little pack of sticky bears in my room - similar ones I realized Marco stowed away from every other person.

I was thankful for their intense concern for me.

Knowing that they were all watching out for me made me feel better.

Strolling towards my standard seat, I come by Ethan giving him a kiss on the cheek before I nonchalantly move towards Alejandro and place a fast one against his cheek, prior to sitting down inbetween them.

My heart feels like it will detonate and when I investigate at Alejandro, who gives no indication of affirmation nor distress. He just eats. Progress.

I remained calm and began to arrange my food on my plate despite my internals going haywire.

"How do you feel?" The voice of Alejandro comes from next to me. "A bit sore." Alejandro gestures, bringing his hand up to rub his jaw as he turns upward from his plate in thought.

"I'll arrange for someone to come and massage you." Could you execute it? He makes me smile.

"Pass. Right now, I don't really want to be touched by a stranger." He gives me a single nod, which I take to mean that he understands. "Of course. You'll talk to me if you need anything, right?" He continues to look at me, the eye contact being oddly intimate, and I respond by nodding and tinting my cheeks.

I turn away first, making a sound as if to speak and switching up the conversation." What is everyone doing right now? Could I be taken to the beach by someone?" I ask looking around the table.

Ethan is quick to make some noise, "The greater part of us are leaving for business this evening and won't be back. Perhaps you could have a companion over as opposed to leaving?" He suggests, and the thought of being alone in this huge house makes my stomach turn.

"So I'm going to be home alone all night?" I say in caution, disposing of my food.

"No." Ethan bites on his food and shakes his head.

"Alejandro is coming back." I turn to look at Alejandro, who is working on his phone.

"Is this accurate? Will you be home this evening?" I question. He takes a moment to pause before returning to his food and nodding.

"I'll be busy all day, but I'll make it back tonight," he said. "Promise?" I ask, fairly, disliking being distant from everyone else in this house.

He only gives me a small nod. "Yes, Principessa,". . . .

"They really took the princess issue seriously, isn't that right?" Mason murmurs as I lead him up to my room subsequent to giving him a little visit.

"Like god. What in the world is rich dad even doing?" My nose scrunches up.

"It's weird as fuck to call him daddy," she advised. "Why? Is it because only you can call him daddy?" He laments. I wiggle his arm.

"Be quiet." "I was unable to regardless of whether I attempted." He answers quickly, pushing me far removed and strolling further into my room.

"He does what, seriously? A portion of the men at the nation club couldn't manage the cost of a negligible part of this." He mutters, looking around.

Mason's employment at the country club is advantageous because it provides him with a lot more than just a paycheck.

It's where he meets ladies, ladies that are hitched to careless financial specialists that look for his organization. My lips are pursed.

"He does imports and products." I make sense of watchfully. I mean I get it's sort of obvious right?

"Remind me to never stop being a friend of yours." As he climbs onto my bed, he says.

Despite rolling my eyes, I sleep next to him in the bed. I mix nearer to him waiting be held by another person, regardless of whether that somebody was Jacob - the kid who despised and sucked at it.

I know why he gives me a strange look when he sends me messages: he doesn't like my sensitive side.

He thought I was excessively penniless. "What's happening with you?" I murmur, drawing nearer."

Something happened the previous evening." Mason sits up on his elbows, and his eyes light up in entertainment as he peers down at me.

"Did sugar daddy pop your cherry once more?" I shake my head with a glare.

I as a rule told Mason everything, except now I should have been cautious with the data I gave him.

To face him, all I have to do is lie on my side and stare at the muscles beneath his white t-shirt.

"Some bad thing." I murmur. Mason lays down next to me and turns to face me despite the quiet and the fact that he usually does not take things seriously.

"Did he contact you without your assent?" He asks his eyes looking through mine.

"No, Alejandro was the one who halted the deterioration." My response is vague. Mason gestures gradually, attempting to sort my words out.

I realize I didn't provide him with a ton of data yet he doesn't pry. "Poo, Cam. Are you ok?" He asks. I give him a good for nothing grin.

"Not actually, can you hold me?" I say because I want someone to keep me safe.

Ethan didn't do that because Alejandro wasn't enough to watch over me last night and he was having trouble sleeping.

I desired to be close to someone I adored. He sighs, but he nods and raises his arms.

"You tiny bitty, enter here. You're fortunate this bed is agreeable and simple to rest on." He says. I grin and hurry into him as he folds his arms over me.

Even though Mason's loud snores are in my ear for the next few minutes, I feel safe and fall asleep. . . .

I was unable to fall asleep on my own once more.

Additionally, as the storm outside worsens, the frustration only grows. I was suspicious and the hints of the weighty stirring and uproarious squeaking past my windows wasn't making things any better. I was terrified.

Furthermore, when my psyche isn't occupied with rushing to make judgment calls, it's meandering.

Contemplating whether Alejandro is home yet, assuming that I'm distant from everyone else in this enormous house, assuming the entryways are completely locked.

How simple it would be for somebody to come get me at this moment.

I sit up suddenly, my look consequently attracting to the clamors coming from the window.

I realized I shouldn't have watched Criminal Personalities before bed.

Might that tapping at any point commotion be somebody attempting to break ready? Could someone be gaining height from the rustling?

Furthermore, here I am moronically thinking it was only the tempest.

What if the storm was just a sick excuse to kidnap me for some unknown purpose? Damnation fucking no.

Not today Satan.