Dimelo Papi | Zabdiel De Jesus

Chapter 58: The Last Nice Guy in Miami

Erick

I wake up at 7 a.m with Camila in my arms and it's honestly the best feeling. I have no trouble waking up since I slept really early last night. I want to stay holding Camila like this but I really need to pee so I stand up and walk to her bathroom.

After using the bathroom I gargle some of Camila's mouthwash and then splash water on my face. Damn, my face is fucked up. My lip is busted, a bruise already formed on the bottom of my left eye and chest, my nose is cut just like some parts of my face. I look at my knuckles and see they're bruised and cut, at least I hit Zabdiel.

As much as I've always wanted to fight Zabdiel since I found out how he treated Camila, I didn't want it to come down like this. After all he is like a brother to me.

The fight between us happened so quickly. We were full of anger and we just kept going even when we heard Camila screaming and crying. Zabdiel begged Camila to stay with him but she ignored him and left with me. She's taking this relationship seriously and I love her for that.

I walk out of the bathroom and see Camila awake already. "Buenos días guapo." She says to me.

"Buenos días, hermosa." I say. "No quise despertarte, duérmete Camila."

"Ya no puedo dormir más." She admits. "¿Como seguiste?"

"Bien, de hecho no tengo nada de dolor." I respond. "El único problema es mi cara."

"Pronto se te va quitar, no te preocupes. Ven vamos a la cocina para hacer desayuno para los dos." She says and we go downstairs to the kitchen.

"Que se te antoja?" Camila asks once we're in the kitchen. Tú.

"Lo que sea amor. Tú sabes que me como lo que sea." I respond.

"Entonces voy a hacer un desayuno mexicano rápido por qué nunca te lo he echo." She says and pulls food out of the fridge. I can't help but to admire her even when she's cooking.

When she's finished cooking she places two burritos on my plate and two on hers as well. We go sit on the stools and eat on the marble table that's in her kitchen.

"No le vas a echar salsa a tus burritos de huevo con chorizo?" She asks me while putting some in hers.

I chuckle. "Mami tú sabes que soy muy miedoso para comer comida picante."

"Échale a uno de tus burros." She says.

"Nope." I object.

"En tan solo uno." She pouts and I nod adding a small spoonful of salsa on my burrito.

"Ves no estuvo tan mal." She says and I drink my juice because my tongue is burning. She gives me a small kiss on the lips, surprising me. "Esto fue por valiente."

"¿Y tú familia?" I ask.

"Tan dormidos todos, se durmieron muy tarde anoche y además mi hermano y mis papás están jet lagged." She explains.

Within minutes I devour my two burritos. "Me haces uno más."

"Claro. ¿Te gustaron verdad?"

"Si, mucho. Todo lo que cocinas me gusta. Hasta me puedes servir un vaso de agua y yo encantado de la vida." I tell her.

"Te pasas, baby." She giggles. "Pero a la vez súper lindo."