If Love Was Forced

Chapter 3: Partying The Upper East Side Way

"Wait What?!" I shouted at Gretchen.

"I thought, he was another one of your suitors so I made him wait, so I could trick him into leaving. He's been waiting for one hour now." She blurted out quickly and I glared at her, I grabbed a pillow from the couch next to the dining table and tip-toed to the foyer covering my cleavage, I took a glance and I swear my jaw dropped as soon as I saw that hot piece of meat, dressed in a black shirt and sweat pants, while wearing shades.

Before he could even see me, or before I embarrass myself I quickly ran back to the dining room, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" I practically shouted and whispered if that was a thing, Gretchen couldn't hold back her laughter.

"Is this funny?! My future husband is in my foyer, in my house and you didn't tell me?!" I asked panicked, Gretchen quickly walked up to place her hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, Mama, let's get you glammed up."

"I hate you." I rolled my eyes at her as we walked up the stairs, "I love you, too, now let's not keep a handsome piece of cake waiting." I laughed at her statement.

We went inside the room and I picked out a spaghetti-strapped white top, and a matching white maxi skirt paired with my Air Force 1s. "Is it just me or are you getting hotter and hotter every day?" Gretchen asked as she stared at me doing my makeup. "Don't worry, if I were another gender I swear I'd be with you too." I joked and she laughed.

I finally finished my makeup, I grabbed my phone and was about to leave the room but, "Hold up! Perfume!" She said and sprayed it around me and on top of my head making me twirl. "Go baby girl!" She said and I smiled and hugged her.

I pulled away and walked over to the main grand staircase which led to the foyer. Well of course as I expected he was gone, "Pathetic." I rolled my eyes as I strode down the stairs,

"Who's pathetic?" A seductive deep voice boomed beside me, creating an echo through the foyer. I looked behind me, petrified, and my eyes laid on him, Alejandro Huxley leaning at the doorway, well it is true, he is damn fine, with muscles and silky black locks, with that height.

"You. You're pathetic." I said to him, fully facing him, I could feel him stare at my body. Look at all you want. "Me? Really? So you gonna act as if you weren't flattered when you saw me, just a few seconds ago? Don't deny it, Camila, I saw that glimmer in your blue eyes." He responded, well this guy was full of himself. "Excuse me? Don't act so high and mighty. I don't like you." I said, emphasizing the last sentence, he chuckled, his dimples showing. This guy's ego is as big as the Eiffel Tower.

"Be honest, I know you love the agreement and love the fact that you're marrying me." He said stepping forward and approaching me, I was stuck in my steps, fuming with anger as he stepped closer and closer leaving us inches apart from each other.

GET ALOUD OF THIS GUY, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?

"I've hated you since the day I knew you, and trust me If it weren't for my parents. I would never marry you even if I was given the chance to." I said to him, staring at his eyes who seemed yet unbothered by my attitude. I wasn't affected at all, he's just like who I expected him to be, an egotistical jerk, who thinks they have a big dick.

"I don't have time for your pettiness Princepessa, I came here because Mama, wants me to take you out to the farm to spend a day with me." He said, stepping away, and placing his hands in his pocket, his muscles were showing, through his black shirt. Thank, God, I made plans today.

"I have a busy schedule, and also don't call me, Princepessa, Stronzo," I said mimicking his Italian accent, and flipped my hair, to his face, facing away, walking to the garden. I could feel his footsteps following me. "It's Saturday." He says and I looked at him and raised my eyebrows, what do you think of me a dweeb? Who doesn't have any friends? I'm Camila Romano for God's sake.