Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 25
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Camila looked stunned as she moved closer. She took a moment to touch the flowers gently, making sure they weren’t fake and wouldnβt explode any second now. But they were real.
She picked up the ruby chocolate, her favorite, and looked at it with mixed emotions as she was suddenly taken back to eight years ago. Ruby chocolate had always been her favorite, but her family had expected her to be perfect, limiting her from eating it. Alejandro had worked twice as hard just to get it for her back then.
“Do you want me to get you bigger flowers or another flavor of chocolate? You can tell me,” Camila turned back to the familiar voice. Alejandro was standing behind her, looking like he had just gotten back from work.
“Why?” was all Camila could manage to ask.
“You don’t want it?” He looked worried.
“Why are you giving me gifts, Alejandro?” Camila repeated, noticing his breath hitch. He was struggling to apologize, and she knew it.
“Don’t push it. Can you not make things hard for me and just accept my gift?” He groaned.
“I will accept them if you tell me why you want me to have them. Or maybe it’s another attempt to hurt me again.” Camila narrowed her eyes.
Alejandro’s jaw tightened. “Is that all you think of me?”
“Well, you didn’t leave me a choice to begin with,” she replied, her eyes teary.
“I’m a monster, if that’s what you need to hear to feel better,” Alejandro angrily began to walk away.
“You’re such an asshole!” Camila shouted after him as he left, but he never turned back. She turned to the flowers and chocolate on the bed.
“Why is he so difficult?” she muttered, pouting her lips. She couldnβt resist tasting the chocolate.
“Delicious,” she smiled, taking another piece but unknown to her, Alejandro was secretly watching.
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BRETT’S APARTMENTβ
“Goodnight, Mom,” he greeted before entering his room and locking his door. However, he froze at the sight of the person comfortably sitting on his bed.
“How did you get in here?” he asked, his eyes moving to the open window. He couldnβt help but slap his forehead, scolding himself silently for always forgetting to lock it.
“Leave,” Brett said tiredly.
“And if I don’t want to?”
“Then you should consider what people would think if they found out the leader of Cyber Boy is sneaking into the low-life scholarship room in the middle of the night through his window,” Brett threatened.
“You wouldnβt do that,” Elijah smirked, standing up from the bed and moving towards him.
“Keep taking steps closer and watch me,” Brett said, picking up his phone.
Elijah, however, kept advancing towards him.
“I’m warning you, I don’t care about anything anymore. I just want you to leave,” Brett pointed his phone at him like it was a weapon.
“You haven’t changed one bit, Brett. You’re so adorable,” Elijah smiled and got closer. He grabbed Brett by the shoulders and pinned him to the wall.
“You don’t want me to leave,” he whispered in Brett’s ear.
“I do,” Brett’s voice was cracking.
“You don’t,” Elijah tasted his neck, his lips trailing upwards until they met Brett’s. “Stop me if you don’t want this,” he said before locking their lips together.
Brett gave in to the kiss. It had been so long since he’d done this, and he couldn’t lie; he missed it. Going undercover with the boy all the girls wanted and doing stuff like this in private.
“I miss you, Brett. I didn’t like it when I saw you with Isabella today,” Elijah whispered against his lips as he worked the buttons of Brett’s shirt.
“But you left me first for her,” Brett replied, also taking off Elijah’s clothes.
Elijah responded by leading Brett to the bed. After some minutes, they were naked, covered in blankets, and trying to catch their breath.
“You shouldn’t have come here,” Brett mumbled.
“I just can’t help it,” Elijah replied.
“But you know we can’t work. My mom won’t accept me, your parents won’t accept you, the world won’t accept us, especially you. And if I told you I’m willing to risk it, then can you risk telling everyone that you’re gay?” Brett asked, and Elijah clenched his jaw, not saying anything.
“You’re such a coward. This shouldn’t have happened,” Brett sighed, standing up from the bed and pulling on his boxers.
“Leave my room, Elijah,” he pointed to the window. “And don’t ever come back,” he added.
“Brett…” Elijah dragged his name with pleading eyes.
“Just go away,” Brett yelled this time, and Elijah stood up, putting on his clothes as he prepared to leave.
“Elijah,” Brett called before he could climb out the window, making him pause. “You can go ahead and date lots of girls, brunette, blonde, brown hair, or black hair. Kiss them and sleep with them, fill your head with lies, but it won’t change who you are,” he uttered with a grimace expression.
Elijah did not respond. He exited through the window, and Brett angrily locked it. He punched the wall in frustration, his eyes red from the tears threatening to fall.
“How can I let myself be carried away again,” he gripped his hair painfully, regretting everything that just happened.
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TO Be Continued