Carlos quickly wiped away his tears to prevent her from seeing him cry and gave her a peripheral gaze. A quiet gasp escaped her lips. Something was wrong. His eyes are usually cold and sexy, but now they are redish. She wondered if it was her fault for fighting with his wife.
"Uh- Is everythi-"
"What do you want?" He cuts her off. His voice filled with a mix of emotions—anger, frustration, and maybe sadness. She couldn't tell.
"Can l have something to wear." She responded, though she wanted to ask him if everything was okay. She decided to mind her own business. After all, getting worried about him would defeat the whole purpose of her mission. He stood up, closed his safe box, and put it back on his wardrobe. Then, he grabbed some of his expensive shirts and tossed them over to her.
"Thank you." She muttered, collecting the shirts from the floor, fighting the urge to bring them to her nose and inhale their sweet fragrance.
"We'll go shopping for your clothes tomorrow. Now go and sleep." He growled, his voice deep and barely above a whisper.
She turned her back and closed the door, gasping for air. "Whew... that was intense." she said inwardly.
She didn't even realize that she had been holding her breath, but what surprised her the most was why her lips were curling into a smile while looking at his shirts. She vigorously shaked her head sideways. "Take a hold of yourself, Camilla. Remember you're on a mission," a voice inside her cautioned.
She went to her room and slept, her heart filled with anticipation for the next day.
Early in the morning, she woke up to the sound of birds chattering on the trees outside, the morning sun rays finding their way to her through the window. She slowly opened her jade cute eyes and yawned before lazily climbing down the bed and start banging her door. It was still locked. She rolled her eyes, wondering why they treated her like a road-runner chicken that could quake and run away anytime once it got the chance. The guard opened the door for her, and she walked out, with her towel wrapped around her and stared downstairs. She saw Mr Phantom pacing back and forth in the dining room while talking over the phone. He looked fresher and even more handsome than ever, dressed in a blue beach short-sleeved shirt with white dolphin prints, sky-blue shorts that perfectly matched his shirt, white sandals, and dark shades. He glanced up at her, and she felt her heart skip a beat.
"Get ready! We're about to leave."He said and then went back to his phone.
Without wasting any more time, she quickly went back to her room to take a bath. At least it had an inbuilt bathroom and toilet. After that, she wore one of the shirts he gave her that smelled like him, and that's when it hit her—He didn't give her anything to wear except for the shirts.
She walked downstairs, her hands firmly gripping the lower fabric of the shirt so it wouldn't expose her nakedness.
"Mr Grum- " She paused, remembering that he hated that name. " I mean, Mr. Phantom. You only gave me shirts to wear and nothing else."
"We're late. Let's go."He stated, not even sparring a glance at her. She rolled her eyes and followed him.
"I'm going out,"He said to one of his guards. "Don't let anyone in. Not even Valentina. "
"Boss. Are you going out without security?" The guard asked. He shot a glance at him, and the poor guy trembled and saluted. He hissed and got in the car, Camilla getting on the passenger seat. Together, they drove to town, and he parked in front of Carrolina Herrera, one of the most expensive boutiques in the city of Medellìn. He killed off the engine and walked out.
"Get out." He commanded. Camilla shook her head in disagreement. "I can't go out wearing like this."She gestured with her hands to show him that she was only wearing a shirt.
He groaned, walked back, and pulled her out of the car by force, scooping her with his arms in a bridal manner. His arm-muscles contracted as he lifted her up, and Camilla could feel how tough they felt as he walked into the boutique.
Her eyes widened in shock, her mouth making a perfect 'O' shape as she saw how it looked inside. It was just elegant, and everything inside screamed 'expensive'. He laid her on her feet and asked one of the female shop attendees to help her select the clothes she wanted, as he sat down on one of the chairs in the shop and started tapping on his phone.
Camilla browsed through the clothes racks, picking everything she wanted with the help of the attendee.
As she was shopping, Carlos would steal glances at her, finding himself unable to gaze away from her smiling face with cute little dimples and button nose, and whenever she looked back at him, he would look down and pretend like he is busy on his phone. He sighed, not believing that he actually went out shopping with a sex-toy. In most cases, he doesn't really care about his sex toys. Maybe it's because they were all obedient and scared of him, which made him easily get bored of them and chase them away. But she was a different case. Her stubborn nature is what makes her unique. It's like she doesn't grasp the fact that she stays with one of the most dangerous mafia clan leaders of Columbia.
As he kept stealing glances at her, he noticed a silhouette figure of a man, dressed in a black hoodie and denim jeans following her behind. At first, he thought maybe he was just an ordinary customer, but his heart sank when he noticed the outline of a pistol tucked into the man's waistband.
"Shit!" He muttered as he quickly scampered over to Camilla, his eyes not leaving the suspicious man, but they widened in horror as he saw the man reaching for his pistol and pointing it at Camilla, who was busy engrossed in her shopping.
"Camilla! Look out!" He urgently shouted, and the sound of a gunshot thundered through the store as the man pulled the trigger and fled the scene at a breakneck pace.
TBC