Monsters in My Room II

I hurriedly roll onto the ground dodging down behind my bed and away from the window.

After that, I look around and see the door. I get closer, but when I realize I'm still in the window's view, I fall to the ground and walk to the door.

I sprint toward the massive black double doors as soon as I reach the door and crawl down the hall. "Alejandro..." I knock impatiently after calling wearily.

He doesn't respond, so I try again, this time pounding harder as I watch my bedroom door with nervousness.

"Alejandro!" Consider the possibility that they just got in my room and acknowledged I was over here.

I freeze at the sound of footsteps coming from behind me before I can open the door to his bedroom because the thought scares me. It wasn't just me. Then my name was mentioned.

I shout and spin around just to see Alejandro's huge natural structure, gazing back at me, flinching as he holds his ear.

"Cazzo." I stop talking when I realize it's just Alejandro and raise a hand to cover my pounding heart as I close my mouth.

"What the f*** is happening?" My wide eyes eat up to his that are wrinkled as he fixes and covers a hand in the pocket of his pants, his stance relaxed - a total difference to mine.

Before falling into his arms, I frantically shake my head. "You terrified me." I say that his chest muffles my voice. I couldn't make out the scent of his perfume or anything else.

I don't care that he keeps his arms at his sides to show that the action takes him by surprise. I step back and look up into his eyes as the sudden sense of safety and relief overwhelms me.

" I believe somebody's in my room." And that is all that is required to instantly harden his laid-back demeanor. He goes unbending, his shoulders fixing like he's fully on guard.

Alejandro quickly opens the door to his bedroom, places his hand on my back, and leads me inside. Take refuge in my bathroom.

His free hand goes after something despite his good faith, as he goes to stroll towards my room.

"Wait! What if it's a trap designed for you? As I grab his forearm and prevent him from leaving, I frantically say.

He sends me a confounded at this point fretful look behind him.

"I swear I could have heard tapping and noises coming from outside the window. Imagine a scenario where they believed me should come to you so you could return in there and they could get their hands on-" Alejandro stops and turns toward me, sighing as his shoulders drop.

"Are you serious"? I flicker at him, totally serious and he turns towards me, looking not exactly dazzled.

"Did anyone from inside see or hear you?" As he takes out his phone from his pocket, I open my mouth to speak.

"Well... no." I can make out various live security feeds as I glance over his shoulder to see what he's doing.

He then squeezes the extension of his nose as his jaw fixes and he tucks what I assume is his firearm despite his good faith.

"The storm was all that made those noises. Hit the sack." He tiredly pushes past me and into his room, murmuring.

"No!" As I walk in behind him, I scream in a frantic scream while shaking my head. He turns towards me with a raised forehead, his face criticizing and letting me know he was not the sort of man I could shout no to.

I speak more softly. "I mean could I at any point stay in bed here? Lay with you?" I ask anxiously, clenching down on my lower lip. "Ethan's not here and I would rather not return to my room until the tempest stops."

Although it was a stretch, I was certain that I would not be able to fall asleep on my own at this point because no one else was in the house to stay with me. His foreheads raise much higher.

"Lay with me?" I hesitately nod when he asks. "In my room?" I give him another nod, recognizing his perplexity.

As he moves further into his room and begins to remove his blazer, he gives a light head shake and laughs under his breath.

"Do you realize how strange that is?" I can clearly see the judgment on his face as he turns.

"You're a developed young lady. Are you saying that you can't go to sleep on your own? In the entirety of your 19 years?" He was acting as though it were absurd and borderline insulting, and the sudden judgment in his voice broke my heart.

Shamefully, I turn to the ground and begin fiddling with my fingers. "No. Mamá was consistently there."

"You don't have to be so mean," I whisper as I raise my head to look at him, slightly hurt. "A simple "no" would have been sufficient". I mutter, scouring at my drained eyes actually grimacing at him.

It wasn't my shortcoming mamá never got to invest energy with me, and just when I was sleeping did she return home.

I got use to dozing close to her since she generally made a propensity to be close to me.

Infact, mamá could not have possibly expected to make a propensity for dozing close to me around evening time in the event that she wasn't generally away during the day, working for Alejandro and his mafia.

I turn around and leave the room on my heels. However, similarly as I get to the entryway his voice stops me.

"Pause, Camila." I turn around when I hear him sigh. My frown only grows wider as he looks at my face as if he's looking for a sign of lying.

"Is it true that your mother slept next to you?" "Nearly every evening." I murmur, turning away from him as a miserable grin takes up my elements.

A snapshot of quietness passes between us before he talks, overwhelming me."If that's the case, you and I can sleep here".

He mutters Al little hesitantly as he sends me an abnormal look. "Are you certain? I do not want to make you feel uneasy".

Since he had made me feel ashamed for sleeping next to mamá, I still wasn't sure if I wanted to sleep next to him, so I say this honestly. He shakes his head as though he has finally accepted it.

"Nonsense. Ethan would do likewise as it's just considered common I do as well." I find myself smiling, not sure if he is trying to reason with me or himself.

After that, he disappears into the closet, reappearing shortly thereafter in a fitted white t-shirt and navy blue pajamas before entering his bathroom.

My lips are pursed. Alejandro didn't seem like the sort to wear a pajama set to bed. In fact, one night when I stumbled to the kitchen for a cup of water, I briefly recall seeing him wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants.

Was he obfuscating me? Alejandro was turning off the lights before I could even consider it, leaving only the fireplace's glowing light.

As he moves around the room, I keep an eye on his back. His shirt gripped to his casing, from his wide shoulders to the edges of muscle down his back that flexed as he moves towards his bed.

"Why do you continue to stand there?" He takes a moment to look at me and then looks at me with a smile on his face.

"Have at it." Before realizing that I had not yet moved from my position, I take a nervous swallow, the low command shaking me to my core. I curse myself for not wearing a nightie that was cuter or shorter as I straighten the sides of it.

This was the most unobtrusive one I had. I shake the pound insane contemplations from my head and slip into the opposite side, rearranging towards the focal point of the monster bed.

I stop a couple crawls from where he's laying with areas of strength for a crossed behind his head, his watch dismissed on the end table.

He was so attractive, he didn't have to attempt. I needed just to feel areas of strength for him around me. And all of a sudden, there was too much distance between us.

"How were you today?" With my hands resting under my head and my body curled in his direction, I ask in a soft glance up at him. He closes his eyes, but his lips are tipped up at the corners.

"Did you come here to sleep, or did you come here to meet new people because you had a hard time concentrating all day?" My heart is still racing, but for a different reason, and I smile sheepishly.

"Sorry." My stomach was bursting with butterflies as I murmured, concealing my blush in the pillow. His voice was so deep and husky because it was tinged with sleep.