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Chapter Five ~ Marco
I can’t concentrate the rest of the day. All I can think about is Camila with another man and having his baby. Based on her son’s age, that means she met someone shortly after me. I was afraid she thought that night didn’t mean anything to me but it appears as though it didn’t mean anything to her.
“Are you okay?” Ivana asked me in the car when we left the funeral.
“I’m fine.” I answered her tersely, not even turning to answer her.
She didn’t say another word the rest of the ride. At least she was learning early in our relationship to leave me alone when I was in a mood.
I dropped her off at the hotel she’d been staying at since the engagement had been arranged. She left the car quickly, not even saying a word to me. Maybe she would be having second thoughts about this and beg her father to break the engagement. I wouldn’t argue.
I had the car take me to my penthouse. I went upstairs and took off my suit, putting on some athletic shorts and a t-shirt. I made my way to my home gym, turning on the music loud, before getting onto my treadmill. I ran until my legs were jello, trying to forget seeing Camila and her son today.
I wiped the sweat from my brow with my arm and closed my eyes. Camila’s face was all I could see. Fuck!
I turned off the music and went into the kitchen, pouring myself a drink. It was only six o’clock, but I didn’t care. I planned to sit alone in my place tonight and get blasted drunk. Hopefully I’d pass out cold and finally forget about her.
I finished my drink and poured another one, taking it with me to the bathroom. I turned the shower on, making it as hot as it would go. I stripped off my clothes, took another drink, and got in.
As I washed myself, I flashed back to that night with Camila in the closet - the sound of her moans as I fucked her against the door and the way she dug her nails into my skin as she came for me.
My cock got hard and I started stroking myself, bracing one hand on the shower wall, letting the water run over my head. I imagined Camila was with me in the shower, on her knees in front of me. I thought about feeding her my cock and watching as I fucked her mouth before coming all over her tits. I came with a groan, watching my streams of cum wash down the drain.
I finished in the shower but I was no less worked up than I was when I came home. I sent a message to one of my guys to find out where she was staying and had them bring a car. I needed to talk to her.
They took me to her father’s house. I waited in the car while they went to get her. Her father was probably wondering what the fuck I was doing there late at night, but I didn’t give a fuck. He worked for me and I could do what I pleased.
The car door opened and she slid inside. “What the fuck, Marco? You can’t just come to my father’s and demand I talk to you.”
She looked fucking amazing in her leggings and hot pink sweatshirt. Her hair had gotten even longer and she had it piled on top of her head in a messy bun. The hottest thing about her though, was the fire in her green eyes.
“I run this cartel and I can do whatever the fuck I want to do.” I was still a little buzzed from my drinking earlier and very pissed off that she let some other guy knock her up.
She crossed her arms over her chest, pushing up her tits. She narrowed her eyes at me when she caught me staring.
“What do you want?”
I shifted in my seat and ran my hands through my hair, suddenly nervous. “I know we were only together one night, but I thought it would go further.”
“You never called.”
“I know. But you know how things got in the cartel and there was no time to bring you into my world.”
“What the fuck, Marco, my dad works for you - I’m in this world.” She threw her hands up and shook her head. “Although I remember how he was. He didn’t let us go anywhere without him or a bodyguard.” She sighed. “I suppose I get it.”
"But you couldn't wait for me? You had to leave town, meet some guy, and get knocked up by him?"
“Is that what this is about? My son?”
"Yes! Ever since seeing him this afternoon, it kills me to know you're with someone else." I leaned towards her. "You belong to me, Camila."
Her eyes filled with tears and she glanced out of the car window. “I’m not with someone else.”
“Do you make it a habit of sleeping around? But this time you got knocked up,” I sneered at her. If she slept with me and some guy that got her pregnant, how many other guys had she been with after me. I guess I should have figured after she slept with me that first night.
She reached out and slapped me before I had a chance to move. "You asshole!" She was sobbing now. "You come here on the day of my mother's funeral and accuse me of being a slut. Marco Bravo, you are the worst. If you must know, Antonio will be two years old in three months." She got out of the car and bent down to look at me before closing it. "If you haven't figured it out yet, he's your son. Antonio is your son Marco.”
She slammed the door and I was too shocked to speak or go after her.
That little boy I saw earlier today was my child. I had a son. With Camila.
I looked at the house and thought better of going after her. It killed me, but she was too angry with me right now to talk to me. I had to figure out how to get out of marrying Ivana so I could make it right with Camila.
After all, she belonged to me.
