𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 ⇢ richard camacho

ńinë

{♡}

My second night in this mansion and the second time I'm alone. Since Chipotle, Richard has been distant and constantly on his phone. He left about two hours ago without telling me what he was going to do. My brother called me a little while ago, to check up on me and give me some updates on my mother. She's doing worse than before and if that continues I might have to fly back to California soon. Carlos still doesn't agree with me being here but I told him I'm ok.

The evening has come and Caesar joined me for dinner after I asked him. We sat both around the kitchen island with a plate of paella I made. Caesar has good humour and is very handsome if I'm being honest. His blue eyes stand out compared to his tan skin. Mid-laugh I hear the door open and close. Richard walks past the kitchen but when he hears my laugh he stops. He turns to look at Caesar and me, specifically, my hand on Caesar's knee. By accident? Sí. Is it in a flirty way? Tal vez.

"Whoring around again?" I hear him mumble when he turns back around to go up the stairs. That changes my mood completely.

"¿Que dijiste?" I ask challenging, getting off the chair. He stops again and turns around to face me.

"I think you heard me but I can repeat it—"

"Oh no pretty boy, I wouldn't do that if I were you." I say with my hand on hip. He shakes his head and there forms a small smirk on his face as he looks down for a moment. I feel Caesar's eyes darting between Richard and me, not knowing what to do.

"I'm going to a club in a few, you're free to accompany me there."

"Well I'm actually quite busy." Caesar jokes, making me chuckle but stops when Richard sends him a death glare. He looks back at me, lifting one eyebrow as a sign of him waiting for my answer.

"Nah, I think I'll pass. You never know, maybe I'll whore around. No queremos eso, right?" I say as I turn around and grab my plate so I can wash it before placing it in the dishwasher. When I turn around Richard has disappeared, probably walked up the stairs.

"Well that was, something." I say, breaking the silence in the kitchen. "Wanna watch tv?"

"I have to decline that offer because my shift is over in ten minutes and Camacho prefers me to leave immediately after work. I know this residence belongs to you as well but I don't want to cause any more problems." He answers, placing his plate in the dishwasher as well. "I need to talk to the gardener and them I'm gonna head out." He says and leaves the kitchen through the big glass doors, leading to the beautiful garden. I walk over to the big sofa and let my body fall on it while turning on the tv. I'm not feeling very well right now, too much Chipotle earlier. I hear Richard walk down the stairs, open the door and slamming it behind him.

"Adíos a ti también."I sarcastically mumble to myself as I zap to a different channel.

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xx sophia