Chapter 338
“What if Alexander Ramirez finds out about us?” Camila hissed, her voice trembling with anger.
Mike just shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. “Come on. Back when we were together, things got a lot crazier than this. You never worried about the Torres family loser catching on. When did you get so scared p>
“I’m marrying Alexander Ramirez now,” Camila shot back. She grabbed her bag, done with the conversation. “And from now on, unless it’s about the deal, don’t contact me again p>
Mike stepped in close and yanked her collar open, pressing a rough, possessive kiss to her neck. Camila shoved at him, her hands shaking, and only after a couple of tries did she manage to push him away.
He wiped his mouth, his eyes narrowing as he looked her up and down. “You don’t get to make the rules here, Camila. Remember, I know everything about you. Are you sure you want to start giving me orders p>
Camila glared at him, her whole body shaking with anger. She hated that he had this kind of power over her, but for now, there was nothing she could do.
After a moment, she forced herself to calm down, her voice quieter. “This is just business. We both get what we want. When it’s over, we’re done. You don’t owe me and I don’t owe you. Stay out of my life.” Fınd the newest release on
Mike pretended to think it over, lips curling in a mocking smile. “Maybe. I’ll consider it p>
Camila didn’t bother replying. She just shot him one last glare and turned to leave, fixing her collar as she walked toward the door.
She had barely opened it when the door across the hall swung open. Eric Bailey stepped out, and his eyes met hers. For a second, neither of them moved.
Camila felt her face burn, a flush spreading across her cheeks. Eric’s gaze darkened as he took in the scene. “Why are you here?” he asked, his voice low.
She forced a smile, nerves jangling, and tried to sound casual. “Mr. Bailey, I was just talking something over with a friend p>
Eric’s eyes flicked past her, peering into the room behind. Just then, Mike sauntered over, a sly grin on his face.
He stopped right beside Camila, leaned down, and brushed a slow, suggestive kiss against her cheek. “See you around,” he murmured, jušt loud enough for Eric to hear.
Camila went pale, her whole body stiff. She swallowed hard, forcing out a bottle smile. See your she replied, then nodded at Eric and hurried toward the elevator, not
daring to look back. ‘
Mike shot Eric a quick, mocking glance, then disappeared back into the room, shutting the door behind him.
Eric’s face was thunderous, his eyes even darker than before. He turned to look at the elevators, but Camila was already gone.
Down in the underground parking garage, Camila rushed to her car. She got in, hands still shaking, and was about to start the engine when the passenger door flew open.
Eric slid into the seat, his eyes locked on her. “Who was that man?” he demanded.
Camila was already on edge from Mike. Now Eric’s interrogation was the last thing she needed.
“Why are you following me?” she snapped, fed up.
“What’s going on between you two? Camila, are you seriously seeing someone else behind my back?” Eric’s voice was rough with anger.
The fury in his eyes made her shrink
back for a moment. She tried to
steady her voice, but it wavered.
“He’s just a friend. He’s French they
kiss on the cheeks a greeting.
Don’t get the wrong idea p>
“A friend?” Eric’s laugh was cold, his suspicion clear. “Do you think I’m stupid, Camila p>
He pointed at the mark on her neck. “And this? Is that some kind of French custom too p>