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I’m so grateful my brother is taking this seriously.
Ava seems hesitant, her small feet shifting on the floor, before she walks over to where I’m dancing with Camila.
“Do you want me to go with you and see where Gabo and Isa are going to play with you?” Camila asks.
Ava nods, her small hand clutching Camila’s.
We follow them closely behind, just in case Ava wants me around, too.
I had one of the guest rooms turned into a playroom for her. I know we’re leaving soon—hopefully for Chile—but I still wanted her to feel as comfortable as possible here.
When they enter the room, Ava immediately turns back, and the moment she sees me, she dashes toward me.
“Boss Man, all this is mine?”
I smile at her, my chest tightening as her deep brown eyes water with emotion.
“Thank you, Boss Man. You’re the best.”
A lump forms in my throat, and unable to form words, I place a kiss on her head before setting her gently back on the floor.
She rushes to Isa’s side. “I think we can play now.”
Isa giggles and looks at Camila. “She's adorable. Go have fun with your hubby.”
Gabo comes to stand next to me. “We'll try to keep her busy as much as possible. But I can’t make any promises,” he says with a grin.
I pat him on the back as I mouth my thanks. Camila kisses Ava on her cheek, and we leave the three of them in the playroom. I could spend all day and night finally taking care of Camila, but a couple of hours would be a great start.
On our way upstairs, Mrs. Evans says her goodbyes, mentioning she’s spent and wants to be fresh for our trip tomorrow.
After exchanging hugs, thanks, and congratulations, I ask one of my drivers to take her home.
The moment she’s gone, Camila and I hurry to our room.
My body vibrates with need, every muscle coiled tight with anticipation.
Unable to hold back another second, I scoop her up in my arms, carrying her up the stairs two steps at a time—like a man possessed.
She gasps, her arms tightening around my neck. I grin.
I can't wait to unwrap my wedding present.
Chapter 25
Camila Flores
The moment Vicente closes the door, the man is on me—kissing me and trying to get rid of my dress. I laugh nervously at his eagerness to get me naked, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t just as desperate to be with him as he is with me.
Although the confrontation with his parents shook me, I’m glad they left peacefully. I hope we can meet with them soon and smooth things over.
“Is this okay, or I’m going too fast?” he asks between kisses, bringing me back to the moment.
I chuckle. “You’re going fast, but I think this first time is going to be quick and unceremonious."
He bites my neck and immediately sucks at the spot, making it feel better. I breathe through my teeth.
I never knew I would find pleasure in pain, but here we are.