He Told Me I Wasn't Fine

Chapter 4-Are you drunk?

Recap from Chapter 3

Camille's P.O.V.

Amadeo turned me so that I was facing his five sons, "On the count of five I am going to remove your blind fold. Keep your eyes closed."

"Uno, due, tre, quattro, cinque. Aprite gli occhi figlia!"

(One, two , three, four, five. Open your eyes daughter!)

I opened my eyes to see five hot Italians in front of me. I blinked twice, "What the %$#>?/,.';"

Chapter 4-Are you drunk?

Camille's P.O.V.

I opened my eyes to see five hot Italians in front of me. I blinked twice and tilted my head, "What the, what da fuck? Are you drunk?"

Instead of five guys, the office was packed with a bunch of smexy dudes, way more than five. It was like I was looking at a picture of Abercrombie and Fitch models, all creepily staring at me and not moving. Amadeo put his hand over my mouth and flicked my shoulder,

"No no figlia! Solo parole gentili dalla bocca!"

(No no daughter! Only kind words from your mouth!)

Something clicked in my head as I mumbled against his hand, "Hey! That's what- oh hell no!"
And before I new it, two oh-so-lovely people were smirking at me, "Hello sweet heart!" "Miss me baby? I know I did."

Not only did I glare but I punched both Lamberto and T in the nose. Stupid jerks are related to Mr. Owner!

Blood started pouring out and the other dudes I almost forgot about let out a heavenly chuckle.

I almost fell weak at my knees hearing them and seeing their crystal white smile. So many hot dudes! So many choices!

Amadeo sat me down in his office chair while he ran his fingers through his hair, "Seriously? I just had the carpet cleaned!" I let out a sheepish smile, "Oops. My bad."

The twins just glared at me while Amadeo paced the room. I used my time wisely to not-so-secretly check out all the guys. I counted a total of nine guys in this room. Where is the girl power here?

All of the guys looked similar to the twins with deep tans, almost a Greek skin tone, brown or black hair, and all eye colors. Every one of them were ripped and seemed tall, even sitting down. The faint smell of their cologne lingered in the air around me. I can imagine cuddling into their chest, sitting by a fire, him drawing lines across my back. Then he could kiss my forehead as I drift off to sleep to the crackling fire and the simple beat of his heart. He notices I'm asleep, but I'm partially awake. I feel him pick up my body as he carries me to bed where I have a lovely slumber filled with the scent of roses and his love. I was in-

"Yo shorty! Take a picture, you're drooling." Someone snapped their fingers, pulling me out of my trance. I snapped my head up to see T giving me the 'are you serious' look. I put a hand on my heart, "Hey I'm not the one who's nose is droolin red shit!"

He gasped and stood in front of me, "You did not just go there!" I stood up reaching his chest, "Oh yes I did!" T squinted his eyes at me, "You wanna go?" I nodded, "Yeah I took you out the other day after running three miles!" He scoffed and looked me down, "You're in a dress!" I put my hand on my hip, "I'm wearing spandex you dumb ass!" T towered over me and deepened his voice, "What did you call me?"

I smiled and looked up at him, he wasn't scaring me, "I called you a ugly, stupid, a butt-head, egolistical, and orange BOY!" I poked my finger into his chest and he went to punch my face but I caught his wrist. I grabbed his hand, turned around, and flipped him onto the floor so he was groaning.