Chapter 12

Camila

"You've been staring at your phone since we sat down, is there something wrong?" Elijah asks picking up the glass of lemonade.

"Sorry, I'm expecting a very important message, but I guess I have to be a little bit more patient"I say locking my phone and putting it inside my bag.

Elijah leaned back into his chair and looked me over, I leaned back and matched his gaze. He convinced me to go to lunch with him, I refused to go right after breakfast was over but he persuaded me and so did Emilio, it was something in the way he started to care and wanted to spend time with me these days.

"I'm sure it will come up soon, in the mean time, you never finished telling me about yourself"he says motioning a hand over the table toward me.

"What could you possibly want to know?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Whatever you let me, I won't force you"he replied shrugging his shoulders.

I pursed my lips and admired his attire, at least he wasn't wearing a business suit. I've gotten used him not wearing one in the past times, he rarely wore his suits around me. Unless he just got off work or was just leaving, and I rarely see him leaving for work. I usually see him at breakfast and then after that I don't see him until 3:00 p.m, precisely then and no later.

"Intelligence is clearly a rare cell in your family bloodline"I say softly, mostly to myself.

Elijah raised an eyebrow in question, oh, so he heard me. It wasn't a hard wall to pass through, either he was tryin to figure something out about me or something about my family. If that was it, he was truly intelligent, he used his words wisely, unfortunately I was that dumb.

A man who was practically bound to you legally, and not willingly, he surely wanted something, if he wasn't the one up to no good, then it was his father. Eric really never stopped until he could have power, it was sad though, but I guess I can play along.

"So I can't be infatuated by you to want to know more?" Elijah asks and I let out an impressive laugh.

"Something funny?" he asks putting his glass down.

"No, it's just that....never mind, I'm sure you're not that infatuated by me Camorra, if anything, you should be infatuated in my sister, she's quite the catch"I suggest with another laugh.

"That bobble headed Barbie, I see the way she watches me, I'd be damned if I get caught up in that dream house"he says looking scared for a second, he then shuddered and shook his head to rid his thoughts.

I watch his body language, he really didn't like that idea, no one would. Quinn is probably 80% plastic by now, she's been getting works done since she was just sixteen, I don't see why she'd stop at twenty.

"I also know it wasn't that night in Tuscany"I say raising my eyes from my glass to look at him.

His eyes met mine and he smiled softly. Ah, he was better at this than I thought. Truly had his work cut out for him, that's for sure.

"Thought we vowed to never speak of that night?" Elijah asks looking down at his plate then up at me, catching my gaze.

"It was rather ravishing wasn't it?" I ask with a sly smile stretching across my face.

Elijah's eyes watched me, he was unsure of his next move and he was confused with my sudden coyness. As I said, I was far too educated for my own good, I knew when someone was after something and how they'd play around until they finally had it.

"Camila"Elijah says in an unsure tone, his head tilted slightly to watch my next move.

"Elijah"I retort in the same manner, but cocking an eyebrow, challenging him.

We stayed like that, just playing with our eyes, if he wanted to play with catnip, I'd allow it, my grandfather taught me very well.

"How close would you let me?" he asks softly, leaning over the table a little bit.

I leaned toward him, letting me eyes drop to his lips and then followed up to his eyes, he suddenly became disoriented. Smirking, I held his gaze, as best as I could, his blue eyes dancing with evident confusion and he was still unsure.

"As far as you want"I whisper in his ear, I heard his breath hitch and I smile, maybe he's not so bad. But you should never try to outsmart a 19 year old girl, who's only mission is to get out of her hell hole, and by any means, I will.

I played with my pendant as I skipped through my planner. My eyes skimming over each and every page, catching every detail and note, it was an easy task. Josh and Mira should be back by tomorrow with the rest of the information for me to help them, it was nice having friends I could help out whenever they needed me.

Beijing was where they both worked on multiple projects for Clair Enterprises, a very successful business, Clair having built three company's in the last few years and was actually my Dad's rival business.

Him and Luca really hated the Clair Industrial Facilities, they've been trying to get a partnership with the CEO for two years now and no answer. I wouldn't even glance at them if I was in the world of business either, they were cheats and never played fair, still considered being cheats.

"Sup, gorgeous?" Emilio asks walking into my open door bedroom.

"By all means, you see Enter in neon lights out there"I say craning my neck as if to look for a sign.

Emilio plopped down on my bed and I closed my planner, last thing I needed was him snooping around in my business.

"Watcha watching?" he asked scrolling down my iPad.

"Nothing, at this moment"I say watching his every finger movement.

I didn't want him to accidentally click on something and then I would have to explain to his small mind what it was. I had my own little trick and assignments I didn't want anyone to accidentally come across to.

"Good, because my brother said to tell you to get dressed, he's taking you on a dinner date"Emilio says getting up from the bed and walking to my closet.

He stood there, only wearing a T-shirt and jeans, I guess he was gonna go partying tonight, he goes out almost every night.

"Is there any unseen lasers I should be worried about?" Emilio asks turning his body to look at me.

"And why would you think that?" I ask getting up to turn the light on inside the closet.

The lights came on and the 8 feet long walk in closet was not illuminated, displaying my many outfits and shoes, bags, jewelry and everything else a rich girl is supposed to have inside her closet.

"Because you're always so calm and collected, always speaking in monotones, you speak very intelligently, so you must be some sort of secret agent"Emilio says walking into my closet and finding the dress racks.

"Excuse me for being well educated and only speaking when I feel the need"I retort crossing my arms over my chest.

I watch him go through my clothes before he settled on a red floral romper and some brown wedges. He had a nice taste, he walked to my handbags and settled on a nice brown small MK purse, big enough to hide a chocolate bar or two, big enough to carry a gun and of course, my phone can fit.

"Where's he taking me?" I ask watching Emilio walk to me, he placed the clothes in my hands and pushed me toward the bathroom.

"He's your husband, I don't know"he says shoving me inside the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

"I don't like you!" I call out hoping he heard me.

"I don't care!" he answers knocking on the door.

Elijah better not try anything with me, I will only play his game until he confesses to being up to something, I will not fall into his arms, with a massive crush on him. I had a very strong immune system, I could withstand anything thrown to me, let's hope I was strong to withstand a blue eyed man that wanted to drag me down further than I already was.