Chapter 3 Camilla

• Camila POV
• I couldn’t shake off the feeling of Matthew’s fingers on my skin as we drove away from the school. We didn’t speak, the silence between us thick with tension.
• I stared out the window in attempt to distract myself, but I kept having flashes of our little moment.
• Does it mean he has feelings for me? Because clearly he was carried away by the hit of the moment. I screamed inwardly, frustrated. Every time I tried or thought I have figured him out, he comes up with a new and heart wrecking behavior.
• Matthew’s phone buzzed, breaking their silence. He glanced at the screen, then quickly answered the call through the Bluetooth in his ear.
• “Don.” His voice firm.
• I turned to him, curious. I wondered what he’s going to report back to Marco.
• “Yes, I’ve got her.” Matthew said, his eyes flicking to me before returning to the road. “Yes, Don.”
• Immediately, he hanged up the call, he turned on a different direction that is clearly not heading home.
• “Where are we going?” I asked curious.
• Matthew has never diverted on the way when taking me home from school. This is new and strange.
• What’s not strange was Matthew’s lack of response, instead his jaw clenched as if my question has angered him. The silence between us grew thicker, I rolled my eyes and focused my gaze outside the window once again.
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• My eyes went around the classic restaurant we stepped into. The place is dim lit and extravagant with its decor, and colour blending is aesthetically pleasing.
• There were men and women in formal attires having their lunch. I felt out of place as I was just in a casual outfit, but then the feeling immediately disappeared. I have been on more important places and sometimes underdressed too.
• “I have something to take care of, sit here and wait for me.” And he left, that too without waiting for my response.
• I scoffed, stomping my feet on the ground like a kid, and grumpily sat down. I was murmuring to myself, when a waitress approach my table and hands me a menu.
• I mouthed a quick thanks after placing my order, since I’m here waiting, I might as well have something in my stomach.
• I grab the glass in front of me and bring it to my mouth, only to find out that it hasn’t been filled with water. I place it back on the table.
• My food arrived, just in time to stop my stomach from growling. I didn’t waste a second in devouring the entire contents on the table in less than ten minutes.
• Time passes. When I glance at my wristwatch, I realize it’s only been twenty minutes.
• I took my time to observes the people here longer, I noticed that most of them might be here for business luncheon.
• They are not many people here, but they all look professional. I scroll through my phone to kill time.
• I broke away from my phone to take a gulp of water again, and that’s when I saw a man who seems to be in his forties approaching me. Just like the other men here, he’s wearing a formal suit jacket too.
• He takes the seat next to me and that startled me.
• “Hi.” He started, but I didn’t reply instead swallowing the remaining water in my mouth. He eyes me like I’m the most interesting thing in this place. Not a good sign.
• “You look young. I don’t see girls like you around here that often.” I didn’t reply to that, obviously he’s hinting towards something.
• His eyes focused on my handbag.
• “Did your daddy bought that bag for you?” He asks. His voice suddenly turned low.
• My eyebrows shoot up, I stare at the handbag it’s my favorite. An expensive Dior bag, it’s classy and elegant.
• And no, it’s a gift from mom for my birthday, of course I won’t tell him that.
• “Yes, he did.” I simply said, deciding to play along with him.
• “I can give you more.” His eyes glinting with mischief and sinister motive.
• “Oh really?” I forged excitement, smiling widely.
• “Yes, and anything else that you want.” He offers.
• “No, thanks.” I brutally declined, the smile wiping off my face. I thought that would give him a hint, that I’m not interested, but it didn’t.
• “Your daddy,” he started again, “how many are they.” He tilted his head and went to a position that was meant to make him look cool.
• I giggled, out loud.
• How foolish, does he really thinks I follow daddies to afford my lifestyle. If only he knew the men in my life, he would be running the other way.
• “I can be your daddy too.”
• “That’s not possible.” I say.
• “Why?” He squints, there’s humor in his tone. His presence is getting on my nerves now. “I’ve been watching you for a while, and I don’t see your daddy around. He might have left you_”
• “I am her daddy.” Matthew’s icy voice echoes slowly and clearly. I look up to find Matthew glaring at the man. He looks like he wouldn’t hesitate to break the man’s neck if he say anything more.
• “Scram.” Matthew’s voice is so low that even I felt the chills.
• The man doesn’t need to be told twice as he jumps on his feet and ran off, if he had waste another second I’m sure Matthew would have broken a few limbs.
• “We are leaving.” Matthew gripped my arms and dragged me after him.
• “Yes Daddy.” I teased as we left the restaurant.