All about you

chapter 12

Damon

When I love, I love hardcore, and when I hate, I hate to the extreme. That's one thing my father know about me, and yet he went ahead to threaten my relationship with Camilla. Although he didn't get the words out directly but I read in between the lines at every statement directed towards me, and I very well read in between the lines when he said_ I heard about your new lover_ if he was actually close to me when he made that statement, I would have strangled him to death with my bare hands and still sleep as a happy man with my woman next to me at night.

I never shared a special bond with my father, as a matter of fact, I was a pain in his ass as he was in mine, we fight each other at any given opportunity when he was still in power, and now that I have it in my possession after he made a mistake that cost us most of our men, I never have him the chance to challenge me until now.

I told the cook to prepare dinner for Camilla since she didn't have anything to eat at Vincent's. I sat down on a stool next to a well stocked bar, a glass of whiskey entertaining me as I replied my mails.

Soft footsteps coming from the stairs stole my attention from my phone. Camilla, freshly showered is dressed in my t-shirt which stopped above her knees, her hair is thrown up in a messy bun that may come lose at any slightest opportunity.

She circled the bar to join me, instead of allowing her pull out a stool like she's planning to do, I pulled her onto my laps. I kissed the crook of her neck and inhaled "you smell like me." I pointed out.

"That's because I used your showering gel and shampoo."

"In as much as I love the sound of that, I think I love inhaling your shampoo instead of mind. It helps remind me of your presence."

She crossed her hand behind my neck "are you saying that I'm not entertaining enough? That you need my shampoo to remind you of my presence?"

If not for the playful glint in her eyes, I would have confused her tone for a serious one. She reached forward to pick up my glass, but I shifted it further away from her. "I think you've had enough alcohol in your system tonight, I think it's time you put in an actual food in there."

She scrunched up her nose as if the idea of food is repulsing. "I'm not even hungry." She tried to tuck back the few strands of hair that came loose from the bun, but she ended up losing everything. Biting back a curse, she tried to repack the hair but I stopped her.

"I love your hair down." As if to prove my words, my hand crept into her damp hair and I massaged it slowly. I placed my forehead on her shoulder, then laid a kiss just above her collar bone "do you want to tell me what really happened tonight at Vincent's?"

I felt her body suddenly tense which made me more worried. She eased back a little bit so she can be able to look me in the face. "How about you tell me what that phone conversation is all about and I'll tell you what happened at Vincent's?"

I chuckled quietly, slightly amused by her bargaining ability. If you coach this young lady very well, she'll do well in the boardroom but the problem is that she is bargaining with the wrong person. Had it been any other person, I would have taken the as an insult, and I must tell you, I find take lightly to insults.

"I'm waiting," she reminded me, bouncing impatiently on my laps.

I placed my both hands on her waist to stop her from bouncing, I'm not sure if she understands the aftermath of that action of hers, although if she repeats it again, she'll have the outcome poking her panties. "That call was actually from my father."

"Your father?" She asked with a surprised expression, her mouth slightly parted.

"Yes. You know the one whose sperm brought me into this world after a s****l intercourse with my mother." I replied, taunting her. Her cheek turned pink and she looked away. I couldn't help but place a kiss on the tip of her nose. "te ves linda cuando te sonrojas" ( you look cute when you blush) I can believe something that isn't even close to being crude is making her blush.

"Are you ever going to tell me what those words really means?"

I tucked some of her hair behind her ear "I said you look cute when you blush." That even made her blush the more, a reflex action that made me release a short laughter. "can you now tell me what happened at Vincent's?"

She tsked "the deal was you tell me what the phone call was all about then I'll tell you what really happened in return. You only told me who called not why the person called."

I looked at her with awe and admiration. Most times people fall straight right into my trap, they just spill out what I want to hear thinking that I've already told them what they want to hear, but this damsel seated on my laps was able to tell. "I'm impressed cariño, very much impressed. My dad called me regards to the family business. It's kind of passing through some stuffs, and my presence is needed to fix it." I told her the truth in some sense, I just left the basic information out.

She actually pitied me "I'm so sorry. I'm sure things will get sorted out." She ran her fingers through my hair "when are you leaving for Spain?"

"That's not how it's done cariño, you get to ask just one question, unless I'm allowed to ask another one in return for answering that one."

She looked at me as if I murdered her cat "that's not fair!" She scolded "that question is a basic question every girlfriend is permitted to ask."

"One thing you should know about me honey, I don't follow laws made by men." I hope she doesn't read meaning into that statement. "It's your turn to answer your question. What happened at Vincent's?"

She licked her lips nervously, her cheeks flaming up "I know you might think this kind of stupid and bitchy, but it's actually the truth. I_"

"Nothing you say right here is stupid, I want you to do well in remembering that."

"Yeah...well...wait until you hear it. I always feel uneasy when I'm around people who ooze wealth and power. It just feels as if I'm suffocating, so whenever I'm around them, especially within their territory, I tend to look for an escape route."

It's quite normal for people of low class to feel uncomfortable whenever they are around the rich. Although that does not imply to everybody, for example Alexa, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Most people call it inferiority complex. "Are you saying you always feel uneasy anytime you are around me?"

She shook her head in disagreement "I've never felt uncomfortable around you, ever, probably because you don't fluant your wealth."

That's because we aren't in Spain and because I don't want to scare you away. "No offense, but your character contradicts that of someone who suffers from inferiority complex."

Her brows jumped to her hairline "I'm not suffering from inferiority complex, I can put any fucker in their place if they step on me. Mine is..." She took a deep breath "I don't even know how to explain this, but just know that I'm always uneasy when I'm around an environment or people that scream wealth."

This doesn't just make sense. "Why are you uneasy around them? Something must have triggered this, so tell me, how did this start?"

"That's not how it's done Mr Salvador, you get to ask only one question." She got off my laps when the chef walked in. She gave him a wave before trying to escape to my room.

I grabbed her hand before she could make that movement "I'm sure he's here to announce that dinner is served, so where are you running to?"

"I'm sure I told you that I'm not hungry." Retorted with a snarky attitude.

I dismissed the chef with a click of my finger. "I can joke with everything but not your health. I'm not sure what and what you've had today, but one thing I know is that you are yet to eat anything this night, and we are going to rectify that."

"If I should get this constantly, I'll be as fat as a horse before you know it."

"I'm sure I'll love you regardless." I didn't realize that I confessed my feelings to her until I saw how pale she is. I scratched my brows as my mind thought of a way to get out of this. I know she likes being around me and that she cares for me, but saying that she loves me will be pushing it too far. "How about we pretend I didn't really say that?"

She stared at me owishly for sometime before she finally nodded. I led her to the dining room where Jorge displayed his cooking as if it were an art gallery. I watched her pick just little portion of each food before settling down to eat.

I on the other hand picked up a grape. I'm not a fan of eating too much food, I eat half of what a normal person should eat, but the little I take, I make sure it's healthy. "I'll be leaving for Spain next week." I threw it out like this intentionally, I want to know if she'll miss me, and it's easier to read people when they are caught off guard.

She lifted her eyes from the plate before her "that's...quick." she finally dropped her cup and picked up her wine glass "how long do you plan to stay there?"

She's yet to swallow three spoons from the food in her plate, but she's already half way through her wine. I remember ealier at the bar she tried to take my glass and also at Vincent's, she never declined a glass. This can only mean two things. First is that she is an alcoholic or she is an alcoholic on the way to recovery and if it's the latter, she's doing a shitty job at that. "I don't know how long I plan on staying there, it depends on how long it takes me to get the problem fixed."

She nodded once, then stretched her hand to collect the wine glass for a refill but I beat her to it. She scowled at me "what? Now you are regulating my wine intake?"

"I brought you here to eat not for you to consume more wine." I pointed towards the still full plate "eat." I made sure to use that tone that told her it isn't up for debate.

She scoffed in disbelief before shoving the food down her throat at the same time. I watched her almost choke on the food, but I just stared. After wiping the plate clean, she leaned forward to grab the bottle again, but I passed her a glass of water instead. "No more wine for you tonight."

She glared at me as she drank the water, after finishing it's content, she slammed the cup on the table, almost shattering it. "Are you happy your highness?" She asked sarcastically

"Very." I can be loving towards her, but when it's time to take decisions, decisions that can affect her life negatively, I become damn serious.

She stomped towards the stairs and I watched her ass as it swayed with each step she took. I continued watching it until she disappeared down the hallway.

I remained in the kitchen for almost two hours before I went to check on her. Sure enough, she was already fast asleep. I laid a kiss to her forehead before stepping out in search of the truth. If she isn't going to talk to me, then I know somebody who will. I know I cannot force her to talk, but I'm ready to bang Cain's head on the stool if he makes me ask too much or better still if he makes me repeat myself.