Chapter Thirty-Four
CAMILA
It might seem extremely cliché, like the books my grandmother loved to read, but it was a fact that, after sex, it was a wonderful feeling to fall asleep cuddling. Especially if it was after those orgasms.
As much as I had always idealized my first time, I never really expected to feel actual pleasure from it.
But Michael had given me that — not just during the foreplay, but throughout the whole thing.
It had hurt too, that was true, and there was an uncomfortable feeling in the ‘area where things happened,’ but at the same time. .. it was so, so, so good...
I would have been up for more, if it weren't for the fact that the damn sedative from the night before was still having some effect on my body. And, after the exhaustion Michael gave me, I ended up falling asleep.
I woke up a few hours later and realized that he had also fallen asleep.
There in bed, next to me, hugging me and letting me use his chest as a pillow.
That confirmed my suspicion that he had probably spent the night awake, taking care of me, so that I wouldn't wake up scared without knowing where I was and how I had gotten there.
He had protected me, taken care of me and made my first time simply unforgettable. That man was a true gift from heaven in my life.
It was a shame that it wasn't a gift intended specifically for me. As I had assured him, nothing would change.
We were still fake engaged.
I thought I could spend hours there watching him sleep, but the sound of a cell phone ringing woke him up.
I gave him space so he could get up, and I confess that I found it a bit funny to see him looking around the floor, a little lost, probably looking for his pants, since his cell phone had probably been left in his pocket.
Even more interesting to see him do it completely naked.
I made a mental comment that his ass looked even sexier without any fabric covering it, especially when seen from up close.
Finally, he found his cell phone and answered it right after looking at the contact's name on the screen.
“Hi, Janet... Yeah, I was going to call you this morning, but... Sorry, I've been kind of busy here...”
I had been his occupation.
A silly pride took hold of my chest when I thought of this.
I watched as he paced the room, talking to his lawyer on the phone. It was a quick call and in less than five minutes he hung up and turned to me, giving me that beautiful, seductive playboy smile.
“The cell phone woke you up, didn't it? Sorry about that?”
I shook my head negatively.
“I was already awake. I think it's almost night, I need to go home.”
“I'll take you. But there's no need to rush. We only had breakfast and slept almost the whole day. Let's eat something, and... we can also take a shower...”
His malice in that last comment did not go unnoticed by me.
“We can. First me, then you... separately. I know where this shower thing can take us, and I really need to get home today.”
He pouted again with the biggest playboy face, and that completely melted my heart.
My God, I was so in love.
In love with my boss.
Who I was also engaged to, but just for pretend...
I thought about how one day I would tell a crazy story like that to my children.
Michael walked back to the bed and sat down, leaning over me and placing a kiss on my lips. Once again, I felt my heart melt and at the same time filled with hope that things would never be exactly the same again.
“I think you could spend another night here,” he teased. “We’re going to the same company tomorrow, aren’t we?”
“No, we aren’t,” I replied, laughing. “I’m not going to the company, tomorrow is my day off.”
“What do you mean, day off? Who authorized it? They'll say you're getting perks for sleeping with your boss.”
“I had the day off planned long before I went to bed with my boss. We always schedule them all at the beginning of the year. Since my birthday fell on a Saturday, I decided to take the following Monday so I could recover better from my hangover.”
“What hangover were you planning? You told me you always spend your birthdays eating cake at home and watching old TV shows with your grandmother and Waffle.”
“I don't remember mentioning that I wouldn't have any beers to go with it.”
“Mrs. Jenna doesn't drink. And I imagine Waffle doesn't either. Would you get drunk by herself?”
“That's what's left for a spinster virgin whose friends are all married.”
“You're no longer a spinster virgin. Now you're the boss's fiancée.”
He gave me another kiss, and my heart raced at his words. Was this just a joke he was playing based on our fake relationship?
I was afraid to ask about it.
We spent a few more hours together that day. When I got out of my shower—alone, despite the bastard's repeated hints that we should have gone together—he had set out a table of snacks that was a veritable feast.
Combine the effect of the sedative with the morning sex, followed by hours of sleep, and I felt like a starving lion, so I didn't make any fuss about eating very well.
Michael and I talked more about a lot of things and nothing in particular. We talked about trivial things and laughed a lot together, but we didn't touch on any serious topics, like anything related to our future.
Oh, and Apollo approached us again during the meal. I confess that I was starting to get used to his presence.
Michael took me home and this time he agreed to go upstairs, which made my grandmother very happy. But I had to take Waffle out of the room so the sneezing would subside.
As I watched the two of them talk, I felt a sense of peace fill my chest. I had been under the illusion that having sex with Michael would be a path of no return for my heart.
There, as I watched him talk so cutely and innocently to my grandmother, I realized that I didn't even need to take that extra step of intimacy with him.
Because even before that day, my heart had already entered a path of no return. And I was already irremediably in love with my boss.
With the man I was supposed to have nothing more than a fake engagement with.