one night?

chapter 28

"You just had to say that one didn't you?" I turned back to meet his face. "You can't take anything with maturity."

"Look who's talking!" He gestured wildly.

"Don't fucking joke with me right now," I exclaimed out of frustration. "I find ridiculous that in some part of your brain you seriously believe you haven't done anything wrong."

"Well," he took a deep breath. "I find it ridiculous that you believe that you haven't done anything wrong."

"Do you see me sleeping with my ex, that broke my heart, anywhere?" I asked with my arms wide open. I had to pull the abuse card.

"That's unfair because now I can't say anything." He whined like a baby.

"It's okay I don't want you to say anything"

"Because it always what you want."

"Oh my fucking god and you keep on going!" I started rummaging my bag for my pijamas so that I could sleep with some sanity. "Every where at every moment you want to compensate for the fact that you shitted all of over the relationship. News flash Charles I'm heartbroken, you made it! Congrats! Call her to celebrate."

"Camila..." He said in an apologetic manner.

"Don't Camila me right now I just want to go to bed." I grabbed the pijamas and went for the bathroom

las guapas

cami
would you still love me if i was murderer?

riya
it can't be that bad

cami
ri believe me
every time he breaths i feel my eyes twitching

riya
oh gosh

cami
where's sofia?
she isn't answering

riya
on a dateeee
cami
why didn't you tell me?!

sofi
guys stfu
thank uu :)

cami
i'll call you later riya
sofi is busy getting busy

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When I finished my night routine I left the bathroom to find Charles sound asleep in the couch. It took me a moment to keep my composure as I mentally gave myself ten seconds to contemplate. But then ten turned to thirty and thirty turned into a minute. I wondered why I couldn't just let it go, why it bothered me so much. I didn't have a concrete answer just scattered thoughts like respect and worth. When the boy moved I stood up and realized my stupidity. Turned off the lights and called it a night.

In the afternoon Mia had planned appearances, something she hadn't done in a long time. We had to be by the beach around two since the lighting would last until four and that gave time to set the scene for the people around us. How cute. In that moment I couldn't help but think how could things be different if I hadn't gotten into this PR mess. Maybe I would have met someone else who made me laugh more than anything and maybe I wouldn't have. I was contemplating every single aspect of my life faster than anyone I had ever met. I would have kept going as I brushed my hair that morning but beach at two called me and a contract forced me to go.

I picked a one of the black swimsuits and packed my camera in my crocheted bag with a book and cute sunglasses. Charles got back from filming for the hotel, changed, and called out for me at the door. In the elevator we said nothing, in the small drive in a golf car we said nothing and in the walk around the beach we said nothing. When we found a nice spot under a palm tree we laid our towels and sat down. We read our books, and I took a picture. People came up to us and I took a picture of Charles with them. In the walk the palms looked cute so I also took a picture. I was a picture-taking machine and it was so frustrating I almost cried. But I didn't because it was time for the photos once the sunset had set.