Chapter 14: The Kiss

Nicolas Garcia's POV

Shit! shit! shit!

I have to move fast before someone knows her. I have to make sure that she was safe and where else Camila might be safe other than in my hands and my house. After she blacked out, I had scooped her up. I shouted for Luis before he called for my car. He opened the door before we got in and sped off from the bar.

"Is she okay?" Luis asked me in Spanish. I cursed as I felt that her pulse was low. Someone got to her before I can stop them. Damn it!

"I think she will be okay but we need to move fast. Do you called for the doctor?" I asked Luis before he took out a phone and called my family doctor.

Not that I wanted to brag or anything, but with my line of work, we need to keep a doctor around us all the time and I think I never thought that I needed a doctor so much in my house where a woman was concerned.

Where Camila was concerned.

Shit, this was bad. A very bad sign indeed.

"She said that she will be on her way," Luis said as he was looking at me. I was holding Camila closed to my chest.

"Sir, we're here," my driver said as he was pulling up in the foyer of my house, I mean, my mansion.

"Thank you," I said as Luis was going off to hold the door for me before I picked up Camila's bridal style and I went inside the house. I don't think I wanted her to be in the guest rooms, and believe me I have plenty, my feet just brought me to my room, the master bedroom, like it was the most natural thing to do.

I set her down onto the mattress as she was mumbling in her sleep. She looked so peaceful like an angel.

"Leave us," I instructed them before the doctor came rushing in.

"What's the matter?" She asked before I just nodded my chin toward Camila on my bed. In my room. I smiled at that thought but I covered it up with a cough. The doctor looked at me but I just shook my head,

She checked Camila's pulse and she was grimacing. I hoped she was not in grave danger. Then, the doctor checked her lungs and other doctor stuff as I don't know what she was doing. Later on, she just sighed.

"Well?" I asked her as she was collecting her stuff into her bag. I waited and waited until she was ready to tell me the news.

"Luckily, she was not in any danger that you might think she had but she was drunk and was being poisoned," she said coolly

"Poisoned?"

"Well, thank you for your service," I said before I went to take a seat beside Camila. She looked at me for a while as she was trying to tell me something.

"What is it?" I asked her. She cleared her throat.

"What are you planning for her?" She asked. I was quiet.

"It is her, right?" Another silent. She sighed before she went to the door and opened it. She stopped for a while before she looked at me again, I was holding Camila's hand.

"You have to tell her one day," she said.

"And I will do my best until that day come," I said before she went out of the room as she closed the door behind her.

I was sitting by Camila the whole night. I did not get an ounce of sleep as I was looking at Camila. I have been praying to God if there was one. I was never a religious person. When she moved, I think I might convert myself to one of the churches in the city.

"Camila?" I asked her as she was stirring in her sleep. I took her hand as she was gripping me hard. I know that she was coming to but I don't want to risk it. Not anymore. I pledged myself that I will find you and when I did, you will never get away from me again.

"My love, wake up, please," I said as I was kissing her hands and closed my eyes as she was grumbling and gritting her teeth and when I was opening my eyes again, she was staring at me with her yellow eyes shining in the morning light.

Camila Almada's POV

I've just going to say it: Fuck me!

I have been neglecting my rules during that time when I was in the club. I must have been getting older in my time. even though I was only 23 years old and when I heard someone was calling for me, I was waking up to that sound.

"My love, wake up, please,"

That voice alone was familiar and its warmth helped me. I was stirring as I can sense that my body was not moving for a while. I was breathing fine but my eyes were too heavy to open up.

This was the work of a pro. An assassin. Just like me and I think they were after me. I was trying so hard to open my eyes as I can sense that a mouth was kissing my knuckles and before I know it, I was looking at a man's head that was dipping down in front of me. When he backed up again, his light brown eyes were meeting with mine.

I sucked a sharp breath. It was Nicolas Garcia and he was holding my hands. I tried to get rid of his hands from mine but the effort was in vain. I don't have much strength yet to remove my hands, let alone spat back at him.

"Camila, you're awake," he said as he was smiling at me. I did not return the smile.

"Why are you here?"

"Camila—"

"Why am I here? More importantly, where am I?" I asked him through my teeth as he was looking at me. I don't know what was going on but one thing I know, I cannot be with Nicolas Garcia.

Nicolas Garcia was bad news and I have more than enough reasons to be with him, let alone be alone with him in a room.

I gulped.

I looked at Nicolas again as he was drawing breath. He sighed before he released my hands. Thank god for that but then, I wanted him to hold me again.

"You were, you were passed out. I thought you were not breathing so, I brought you to my house," he said as he was rubbing his face together with his hands. He seems…relieved.

"So, we're at your house?" I asked him. He nodded.

"How long I was out?" I asked him again. He looked at me with his chocolate eyes. My insides were turning to jelly. I shook my mind before I was focusing on the matter right now.

"A night. You were not moving and your breathing was shallow. I don't—I don't think that you would make it. You scared me," he said as he was getting up and went to the window. He let the morning ray hit him as he was closing his eyes. He looked so distressed.

Was it because of me?

I cleared my throat before I made my move to get out of bed. I stood up and before I know it, blood went to my brain in a rush and I was staggering back for a moment. Nicolas held me close as I was leaning into his chest. His warmth.

I think I would prefer this any given day.

"You should not be moving. You're still recovering," he whispered that sent shivers to my spine. His huskiness and his cologne were clouding my judgment. I pushed him away as I was holding onto the bedpost.

"Camila—"

"Why do you help me?" I asked him as I was trying to make my voice stern. It did not work as my voice was hoarse after one night of not using it.

"Camila—"

"Answer the fucking question, Garcia," I asked him as I turned to look at him. He looked at me with his hooded eyes. I shook my head as I wanted to get that image out of my mind.

Now was not the time, get it together Almada.

Nicolas was looking at me as if I was prey and he was the predator. I stood my ground as I was looking at him. He was so close as he was battling himself to get the answer out.

"Goddamnit, Garcia—"

"One more fucking curse, I swear I will kiss you," he said as he was looking at me. I was stunned but I narrowed my eyes at him anyway.

"You fucking idiot—" and that was the last thing that came out of my mouth as Nicolas drew me inside his arms, wrapping them around my waist as he was claiming my mouth.

I gasped and he took that opportunity to put his tongue into my mouth as he was battling with my tongue. I gripped his neck before he was pushing me to the floor. God, I missed this. I missed him. I missed our time together and the way that he was roaming my body right now, he did miss me too.