Camila/You Bad Romance

Ring

Y/n pov

"So you say a ring size 6 you say" the ring tailor asked.

"Yes sir" I followed him and stopped at the counter when he went behind it.

"So here are some of our most expensive wedding rings.

I browsed the rings which were beautiful, however they didn't seem like Camila.

"These rings are a sight to see, but I was wondering if I can have a custom one made, I feel she would appreciate it more"

"Of course" he pulled out a notepad and pen.

He began to ask me simple questions about her and in the next 5 minutes he showed me this beautiful piece.

"It's plainly a sketch for right now, which would look more gorgeous when made. Is there any changes you want to suggest?"

"Just one, can we instead of having it ruby sized could it be princess?" I asked.

"Of course you can" he went back to his notepad. "How does this look"

"I think she'll love it, I really appreciate you man"

We talked for some more about the diamonds I wanted in it and payment. I can say this was a good visit here. Now I have to head off to Angels office. I can't see Camila today because she already has plans with friends so there's that. A lonely day.

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"Hello Ms. Adelaide" I greeted her. "Angel is expecting me, is he in there?"

"Yeah you're all good"

"Thanks" I gave her a nod then went in my way.

"Hey Y/n, sit please" I sat down.

"What's up man?"

"This um thing with Camila, could you please stop going out in public with her. You're happy I know, I'm happy for that, but you have to be careful."

"You really couldn't of told me this on the phone" I asked laughing.

"Please Y/n, Camila is a bright, smart young woman, do not mess her up, please do what's best for her."

"I am what's best for her, Angel, she's the best for me, bro I'm really in love with her"

"Look-"

"No Angel I'm seriously in love with her, I'm thinking about coming clean to her" Angel looked at me like he didn't know who I was.

"No you're not" he got out his chair and poured himself some Bourbon in his glass. "What you think she's going to still want to be with you, what if she tells"

"She uh knows about Michael" I whispered.

"What!"

"I found some messages on her phone, the other day when she was at my house. Angel she knows, and Michael wanted her to get evidence to go against me, but she declined everything, she told him she doesn't believe him"

"Oh boy" he leaned his body on his desk rubbing his forehead. "What are we going to do?"

He chugged the rest of his drink.

"I'm not going to control you and your decisions, but you need to be smarter. I know you are way smarter, I bailed you out of enough things as of now, I really don't want us to go through the same cycles".

"Yeah I understand"

"Plus what would we do when your own girlfriend sends you to jail"

I looked at him.