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Chapter 5

I'm afraid, I know I shouldn't be, but I am. Could Marcio try something because he thinks I was cheating on him? I hope not.

Cam looks at me sideways every minute, he must be thinking a whirlwind of things, but I don't want to talk about my personal life with him. It's none of Cam's business, and it's a bit annoying talking about our lives to our boss. Yes, my boss, handsome and intimidating.

After half an hour in silence, we arrive at the beautiful, chic restaurant. He opens the car door for me and then guides me to the entrance. As we enter, I look around and see many people watching us. I hate being the centre of attention, even more in a place like this, but I have to try to stay calm.

We sit down at the table he reserved and he orders the best wine in the restaurant. He looks at me, smiling crookedly. The smile that makes me dizzy and lost in thought.

  • Is that really all right, Caroline? Don't you want to talk about it?

I looked at him, admiring his beauty. There's no denying that he's gorgeous, and those eyes? Wow, they're penetrating eyes.

  • Yes, I'm fine. I'm curious to know how my work is going to be, if you don't mind.

I change the subject in a polite way. I look away and fix my hair, which is loose. I cross my legs and look back at him, who is watching me intently.

  • Sure, well... you will work for me from seven to seven. With an hour and a half lunch. I suggest you have lunch at my company. There is a restaurant there and I can guarantee you it will be to your liking. On Saturdays, your working hours will be from seven to eleven. Sunday is your day off. Any questions?

I sigh and say embarrassed.

  • No questions at all. I mean, actually there is one thing. I forgot to mention on my resume that I'm in medical school and have classes during the week from six to ten at night. I can't be late for college. So, would it be possible for me to be released at five in the afternoon? If need be, I will arrive at six o'clock sharp at your company.

Cam looks at me, thoughtful. His gaze is serious and I am even afraid of what he might say to me. Thank God the wine arrives and the waiter serves us.

Cam doesn't even ask what I want and instead orders an Italian dish: capeletti in béchamel sauce.

He looks at me, after we are alone again.

  • Well, I only ask you to be on time, Caroline, because I hate being late.

  • I won't be late, Sir, I promise.

  • I hope you don't mind my ordering our food. I just remembered I have an appointment in half an hour.

  • I completely understand, you have appointments, of course.

I speak too fast, Cam is angry, I know he is. But I simply forgot to mention college, how dumb I am sometimes.

After the food arrives, I eat some of the Italian dish I take a glass of wine and wipe my mouth after eating.

Cam eats some and says he will expedite the payment of the bill. I sit there, waiting for him to return, when I feel someone watching me. Geez, have I been watching too much suspense lately? It can't be.

I look at the window beside me and see Márcio with a cap, watching me standing in front of the window. I fall off my chair, so scared I am, and start shaking on the floor. My ass hurts and my dress is all crumpled. "My God, how long am I going to be afraid of this guy? Why is my ex acting like this? Stalking me?"

When I decide to stand up, Cam bends down in front of me and takes me by the waist, lifting me up. He is very close. I smell his delicious scent and close my eyes, wanting to take in more of that smell so I don't forget, until he takes me out of my thoughts.

  • Caroline, are you hurt?

I open my eyes and see that he is still very close, worried. How beautiful he is, my God. His hand is still on my waist and it feels so good to feel his touch. I reply, shaking my head, stopping myself from thinking rubbish.

  • Hello, I'm sorry, I'm so clumsy. I'm really sorry.

Cam takes his hands off my waist and speaks:

  • It's okay. Then let's go.

He guides me back to the exit and I look back for Marcio, but he is no longer there. Have I really seen him or is it just something in my head? "I'm not crazy," I tell myself.

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