MARRIED TO THE VENGEFUL BILLIONAIRE - CHAPTER 9&10
Camila slowly turned to him.
“Am I not allowed to quit anymore?” she asked, her eyes full of surprise.
“Your father did not tell me you’re a quitter. How can you quit after one day of working?” Alejandro faked a confused look.
“I h@?? you!” Camila gritted her teeth and turned back to the sketch room, but Alejandro’s voice stopped her.
“Call it a day, Sandra,” he ordered.
Sandra looked pained. She still wanted to punish Camila some more, but she dared not disobey Alejandro.
“Yes, Mr. Ruiz,” she gave a respectful bow. “Good night, Mrs. Ruiz. Remember to come early tomorrow,” she gave Camila a sweet smile, but Camila did not buy it.
“I will take my leave now, Mr. Ruiz,” Sandra greeted Alejandro goodbye before walking away from the office.
“Are you hungry?” Alejandro then asked Camila.
She stared at him but did not reply.
“Get prepared and meet me at the car outside. We are going to have dinner at a restaurant, and I don’t want you to waste my time,” Alejandro rolled his eyes and walked out.
Camila stared at his retreating figure. She felt like removing her heels and throwing them at him, but she knew better. She angrily packed her bags and followed him.
“Diego, shift my remaining appointments to tomorrow. I won’t be available,” Alejandro ordered Diego when he got to his office.
“Why, sir? Do you have any plans with madam?” Diego asked, but seeing the serious look on Alejandro’s face, he quickly apologized. How could he forget his boss is not the type that jokes.
“I will take care of the rest. Do you need me to call your driver?” Diego then asked.
“I’m good,” Alejandro replied. He took his phone and car keys from the table before leaving. Camila rolled her eyes as she followed him.
👥 “Good night, Mr. Ruiz!”
👥 “Have a lovely evening, Mr. Ruiz!”
👥 “Enjoy your night, Mr. and Mrs. Ruiz!”
👥 “See you tomorrow, Mr. Ruiz!”
👥 “His wife is so beautiful!”
His employees greeted them as they left the building. Alejandro had one hand in his pocket as he used the remote key to open his car. He stepped in while Camila stood outside looking confused.
“Do you think I will get the car door for you?” he asked, looking at her in disgust.
This was the first time Camila opened the car door by herself. She usually had bodyguards to do this for her. She sighed and opened the car, took the front seat, and did her seatbelt. Then Alejandro started the drive.
He didn’t tell her where he was taking her, and she didn’t ask as she guessed they would be going to a restaurant for dinner. But to her surprise, they stopped at a strip club.
“What is this, Alejandro?” Camila’s eyes darkened in confusion.
Alejandro replied with a smirk as he got down. Camila refused to step out of the car.
“I thought you were taking us to a restaurant for dinner?” Camila asked, confused.
“If you delay one more minute, then your punishment increases. Get out of the car,” he ordered, looking serious, and Camila didn’t disobey him anymore.
She got down, and Alejandro held her hand, leading her inside. The clubhouse had pole dancers dressed half-naked, waiters in segzy costumes, and men smoking and drinking.
Alejandro took Camila upstairs until they got to a door. When Alejandro opened it, Camila met a more advanced side of the clubhouse. The strippers were dressed more segzily than the ones outside, and the waitresses were wearing bras and g-string P@?tî??.
“Alejandro,” a man walked towards them, looking confused. “I never thought I’d see you here again since you decided to get married,” his eyes moved to Camila.
“Your wife is such a goddess. Hi, beauty, my name is Fernando, and you?” he stretched his hand to greet Camila.
Camila accepted his hand. “I’m Camila,” she replied.
“Beautiful name for a beautiful lady,” Fernando kissed her knuckles, and Alejandro angrily pulled Camila to his side, giving Fernando a warning look.
“Chill, man. I’m not going far with your wife. I like women, but I respect the bro code,” Fernando winked at Camila. He was one of Alejandro’s friends and also the owner of this strip club.
Alejandro took Camila to a chair and made her sit on his lap. He hugged her tightly so she wouldn’t move.
“Have you ever been to this place before?” he whispered in her ear.
Camila was trying to distract herself from the naked strippers and how they allowed men to touch their bodies. She shook her head as she watched Fernando smoking and $h00ting dollars from a gun on a stripper who was twerking her big @zz.
“Can you dance like them?” he asked.
“Don’t tell me you want me to do one of these,” Camila’s eyes widened.
“I did warn you never to break my rules, didn’t I?” he whispered in her ear again.
“I’m not doing this, Alejandro. You said we were going to have dinner,” Camila frowned.
“No, I asked if you were hungry, but I never said it was for food,” Alejandro smirked. A waitress walked towards them with a tray of clothes. She dropped it on the table in front of them and left.
“Try it out so I can see how hot you look,” Alejandro ordered.
“No,” Camila shook her head.
“You will do as I say because I own you,” Alejandro leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs comfortably.
“You don’t own me,” Camila gritted her teeth.
“Then I think you should go through our marriage contract again. If I drop you, then your family goes bankrupt. All of you would be miserable, and I don’t think your sister would be able to afford school. Is that what you want?” Alejandro asked casually.
Camila’s eyes were already teary.
“I didn’t get married to you just for marriage’s sake. I practically bought you because your father sold you to me. And he hasn’t told you, but I will. He borrowed a huge sum of money from my family to fix his upcoming project before he had an accident. He said he would give me anything, and I said I wanted you. I don’t think your parents told you that,” Alejandro smirked.
Camila shook her head, refusing to believe it. How could her parents sell her? And come to think of it, how did Alejandro come from nowhere and offer to help them from bankruptcy? How had she never thought this through?
“Go and change, Camila. Five minutes is all you get,” Alejandro ordered and called another worker. “Lead her to the dressing room,” he said.
The worker took Camila along, and she could not argue. Camila put on the stripper’s wear and could not look directly in the mirror. She was practically naked. The bra was half-covered, showing half of her present, and the g-string P@?tî?? were not helping.
Camila covered herself as she stepped out of the dressing room. She felt all eyes on her. Alejandro made her come out naked in front of many horny men. She shook her head and stood in front of him. If he thinks this is the best he could do to bring her down, then he needs to try harder.
Alejandro crossed his legs as his eyes admired her body. They darkened; she was hot, too hot, and too perfect. Her @zz was fresh, and her B-__-bs were for his eyes alone. He didn’t like the number of men looking at her. He didn’t think this through, and now he was the one getting affected.
“Go back and change,” he tore his gaze from her body.
“Why?” she asked, her eyes also darkened.
“Not attractive enough,” he simply replied.
Camila gave him the worst look possible before going back to change. She met him standing with his hands in his pants pockets.
“We are leaving,” he said without looking at her as he left.
“Will I be expecting you both here again?” Fernando was asking, but they had both left.
★★★★★★★
In the car, Camila refused to talk to Alejandro despite him asking her what she wanted to eat for dinner.
“I’m not talking to the breeze, am I?” Alejandro was angry.
“What more do you want from me? You already had me naked in front of different men. Do you need me to give you a medal for that too?” Camila looked irritated but did not wait for him before opening the car door and entering the mansion.
The maids greeted her, but she went straight to her room. Alejandro went to his room, changed into his gym clothes, and went to his special gym to ease stress off his body. One major thing he couldn’t get out of his head was Camila’s segzy body. He punched the punching bag so hard and ran as quickly as possible on all the treadmills, but it didn’t stop her as an image from replaying over and over in his head.
She was too segzy. He could have squeezed her B??@š?s and maybe spanked her @zz for walking out on him earlier. He also h@??d questioning himself, admitting to himself that he was wrong. He shouldn’t have asked her to expose herself in front of other men who weren’t him.
He angrily punched the bag one last time before sitting on the floor and finally giving attention to that part of his body he couldn’t ignore. He hadn’t touched her yet, and he was rock hard. He stroked himself, imagining things he would have done to her. He should force his erection into her mouth if she ever talked back at him again and see if she could handle it.
His Com splashed on his singlet. “Camila, you will never disrespect me again,” he said to himself as he tried to calm his breath.
★★★★★★★
NEXT MORNING★
Camila woke up early. The first person she called was her sister. She was supposed to do that yesterday but had been so busy at the office.
After a few rings, Isabella picked up.
“Did I wake you up?” Camila asked.
“Not really,” Isabella replied, but Camila noticed her sister didn’t sound like herself.
“Is everything okay in school?” Camila asked worriedly.
“I’m going through a rough time, sis. The first day of resumption was bad. Alejandro’s sister came as a new student, and she’s stealing all the attention that was meant for me. She framed me, and now I’m going to miss cheerleaders’ practice and the school president voting election,” Isabella exploded but sighed to control her breath.
“I’m sorry about that, Isa. You can try pleading with the principal and maybe making peace with Valeria; you’re both family anyway,” Camila said.
“Over my dead body. I will show that brat why I’m the queen, and she will regret what she did. Bye, sis. I have to prepare for school. Happy married life once again,” Isabella hung up.
Camila scoffed. “There’s nothing to be happy about in this marriage,” she mumbled before getting up from bed to get ready.
•••
In the dining room, Alejandro was reading his new morning magazine. When he heard footsteps, he looked up to see Camila approaching. She was dressed in a black body-con gown that highlighted all her segzy curves. Alejandro couldn’t believe why she looked hot every morning.
She sat opposite him.
“No good morning?” he asked, raising one of his brows.
“I’m not entitled to do that every morning unless you are planning to add more rules again,” she rolled her eyes.
“I love how your mouth runs every morning. Maybe yesterday’s punishment wasn’t enough,” he mumbled.
“If that’s the best you could come up with as punishment, then I’m afraid you need to try harder,” Camila smirked at him. She was not comfortable, but she would not let him win either.
Alejandro curled his lips. He was amused by this woman. The maids came in with breakfast, placing a cup of coffee for Alejandro and toast for Camila.
“That’s all?” Alejandro looked confused.
“Madam said I should only make a cup of coffee for you since that’s what you take every morning to avoid wasting food,” the head maid lowered her head as she reported.
Alejandro slowly turned his gaze to Camila.
💍💍 TBC 💍💍