Dimelo Papi | Zabdiel De Jesus

Chapter 85: Malos Aires

Zabdiel

Mi hermosa Camila está en frente de mi.

God, have I missed her! Not seeing her or my family for weeks has made me feel down. Out of excitement I take her into my arms and I'm now inside her hotel room.

"Viniste! Camila viniste! Me hacías mucha falta!" I say as happy as can be and shower her with kisses all over her face.

"Sí vine mi amor!" Camila says with tears in her eyes.

"No me hagas llorar bebe. Mejor sonreímos porque estamos juntos por fin." I tell her while holding her hands.

The loving way Camila is looking at me quickly changes. She's now looking at me as if I did something.

"¿Pensaste que no me iba a enterar, eh?" She raises her voice. What the hell.

"¿De que hablas?"

"¿Me estas viendo la cara de estupida?" Her voice is now even louder.

"¿De qué carajos hablas?" I didn't want to raise my voice but she made me.

"Tú poniéndome los cuernos con una chamaca aquí y yo como una tonta en Miami enamorada." She says and I can't believe what she's accusing me of.

¿Qué diablos le pasó a esta mujer? Camila can be crazy at times but this is just too much. In what minute did it cross her mind that I'm cheating on her?

"¡Como vas a pensar esto! ¿Estas loca?!" I yell.

Camila and I were just happy a few minutes ago and now we're yelling. It's her fault actually for accusing me of such a thing. I'm offended and angry that she would think of me like that.

"No me grites!" She yells back at my face.

This reminds me of when we would fight like everyday back in November before we got back together.

"¿Para eso viniste hasta acá? Viajaste miles y miles de kilómetros solo para acusarme de algo que no hice?" I ask her honestly.

"Tengo mis razones." She has the audacity to say.

"Cuáles razones! Tú muy bien sabes que no te hiciera algo así, yo te amo!" I say in her face.

"Tú sabes de qué estoy hablando. No te hagas el que no sabe, por favor." She laughs.

"Cuando abriste esa puerta hace minutos me sentí el hombre más feliz del mundo porque te tenía en frente de mi después de semanas de no verte pero ahora..."

"Ahora que!" She challenges me.

"Mejor te fueras quedado en Miami así no tuviera que lidiar contigo." I spit and walk out of the room and slam the door.

Thank god Christopher isn't in the room when I come in so he wouldn't have to deal with me angry. I lay on my bed and evaluate what the fuck went on.

What infuriated me the most was the way she insisted that I was cheating. She knows damn well I would never do that. Why would I need to? I love her too damn much to even think about someone that isn't her. Who put that in her head?