Hired (Richard Camacho Fanfic)

Part 6|| hate you already

J U L I E T T E

The next morning was very busy since CNCO's debut party would be tonight. I was glad Richard was stuck in his room and me in mine so I could easily avoid him. What he said had really hurt my feelings, and I definitely wanted to call this off, but I can't. I made a one year contract and I could be sued. So I'll actually have to stay and put up with him.

I was awoken by a swarm of women walking into my room. One worked on my makeup, the other on my hair and two of them on my hands and feet. I could hardly see what any of these were doing since I had to keep my eyes closed most of the time. As I did so I couldn't help but picture what Richard had done with that one girl last night. I know, gross...but I couldn't help it. It boggles my mind how easily he gets these women, and they sleep with him knowing they won't be a serious relationship.

"Juliette, could you stop frowning please? The foundation is creasing." Gina, the makeup artist tells me. I relax my face and give her an apology.

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R I C H A R D

What I had said last night had been very mean, but it's true. I just couldn't help but feel bad when I saw her eyes start to water. She exited my room and I didn't go after her since she said she wouldn't talk to me anyway. So, I just went to go see Joselyn and we did what we always did.

"¿En que piensas?" Joselyn said as I put my clothes on to leave. "You got a frown on your face like something's up."

"Uh, it's um, it's nothing." I shook my thoughts of Juliette away and placed on my black shirt. "I'll come back sometime during the weekend." She pecked my lips and nodded, then I exited the house. I hopped in my black Range Rover Sport, ready to head to the studio.

"Dime a ver," I greet Zabdiel, who's the only one of the boys not mad at me. The others look up to acknowledge my presence and look back down at their papers, humming lowly. Zabdiel hands me my paper, and after Erick I jump inside the recording booth.

"Okay, Richard. You already know," JR, tells me as I put on the headphones. The melody to Noche Involvidable begins to play and I look over the lyrics.

Esta noche no me basta sólo con mirarte,
Muerto por tenerte cerca, muy cerca de mi
Dime dónde estás que un segundo iré a buscarte,
Y después en otra parte, voy hacerte niña muy feliz

"From the top," JR cuts off the music and restarts it. I re sing the verse a few times, and JR gives me a thumbs up after the fourth or fifth time.

"So when do we meet her?" Christopher asked me, I was surprised since he hadn't spoken to me in a while.

"Tonight," I respond, and all of them smirk at each other. They had probably seen a picture of her.

"No es por nada, pero esta cabrona." Zabdiel speaks, giving the boys a look.

"Si, pero es mi fake girlfriend, no las de ustedes." I point out, and they all hold up their hands in defense.

"Pero nadie dijo 'na. Será que te gusta y la quieres solo para ti." Erick laughs, and all the boys join him and nod.

"Either way, no funny shit. I got to go, Oscar is waiting for me for my fitting." I pick up my phone from the table and take my Ray Bans.

"Richard," Joel speaks just as I headed out. "Don't mess this up, brother. She's a nice girl." I give him a nod, and exit the building thinking about what he said.

So turns out there was something good about having her around. The boys and I seem to be talking again, and I'm grateful for that. It was hard to pretend like everything was fine in the concert and interviews, when in real life our brotherhood was hanging by a thread because of my stupid mistake.

Maybe I got lucky with Juliette.