Adjusting his tie, Evan looked at the bed where Daniella was peacefully sleeping. She had her arms stretched while her lips were slightly parted, giving a way to the drool flowing from her side lips.
He smiled and bent over, his hand went to her hair and caressed it a bit before placing a light kiss on her forehead.
As he leaned back, Daniella's phone buzzed. He looked at it and found an email from Scott with the subject 'Aaron Wesley.'
His eyebrows furrowed, starting to wonder who he was.
Despite the curiosity, Evan put the phone back and left the bedroom. His feet brought him to the kitchen where he found Camille cooking.
He rose a brow, it's eight in the morning but she's in the kitchen with an apron on.
"Good Morning," Camille greeted him with a bright smile.
"Morning," he pursed his lips and opened the refrigerator to get water but instead of water, he found different types of dead animals inside, there was a pig head which was staring at him with his open dead eyes.
He gulped hard and shut the door with a bang.
He held his breath, the smell was so awful that he felt as if he wanted to puke.
"Camille, when is your apartment's renovation will be finished?" he asked.
Camille laid two plates on the table together with the breakfast she made.
"I am not sure, I'll call my manager to check. Let's eat."
Camille sat down on the chair and patted the one next to her, "Your girlfriend is such a bitch," she blurted, "but you are my friend Evan that's why I am trying to understand her," she sighed and picked up her fork.
"She's only bitch to you, Camille," he said frankly, sitting down in the chair next to her.
"No, I heard how she talked to her friends, it was awful!"
Evan chuckled upon hearing it, "she's bossy and adorable."
Seeing the smile and proud look on Evan's face, Camille's hand froze in the air.
"Why are you with her?" she asked.
Picking up the bread, Evan met Camille's eyes, "you should ask her why she's with me," he took a bite and chewed it slowly.
Camille lowered her sight to her plate, her hand holding a fork played with the scrambled egg she made.
"she's gorgeous, s.e.xy and smart," Evan said and took a sip of the coffee she made, "and she's funny."
Camille blinked, never once she heard him called someone the way he described Daniella.
But it seemed like he was not satisfied, he swung his body a little to face her and placed an elbow on the table.
"And she makes this pout with her lower lips," saying that, Evan imitated Daniella by pouting his lower lips, "and puff her cheeks like this," he continued blowing both of his cheeks with air.
Camille faked a smile, she had never thought that she would see Evan with that kind of expression, he looked like an a.d.u.l.t imitating a child throwing a tantrum and thinking that he made it for Daniella has made every blood in her body to boil.
'What's so special about her?' she asked herself, her hand loosened its grip to the fork and blinked her eyes to suppress herself from exploding.
"She's really adorable," and he chuckled like a teenager who's talking about his crush.
She's about to speak when Daniella's voice roared in the villa.
"BABE! ARE YOU GONE?"
Camille heard Evan laughing, "and she shouts like we are living in the jungle," he said to her before getting up.
She watched as he walked towards the door but before Evan could step out, Daniella's body emerged from the living room.
Camille looked aside, refusing to watch Daniella as she jumped on Evan's but she was able to get a glance on where she wrapped her legs around his waist while her hands sn.a.k.e.d around his neck.
It looked childish in her eyes, but for a moment she wished to be her.
'No, that woman is small and fat!' she said to herself.
Since she arrived at the villa, she noticed how Daniella's body grew, mostly her stomach due to fats, but she never once heard Evan complained about it rather, she witnessed how much Evan urged Daniella to eat while they were dining.
While her, she needed to wake up an hour before them to jog around and prepare herself to look beautiful and elegant, yet the only person who noticed her look was Selena.
"Can you stay?"
She heard Daniella talking like a kid to Evan.
"I'll have a meeting with Ms. Marcus at ten," Evan replied.
Camille smiled secretly, she knew how workaholic Evan was, even before, he always chose work before anything else, not even his niece or family.
"I heard her boss just canceled the meeting."
"Really?" Evan replied.
Camille narrowed her eyes, wondering what's happening with those two who were still by the kitchen door with Daniella hanging like a monkey on Evans'.
"Yeah so go upstairs and take off your clothes."
Evan lowered Daniella to the ground and obediently went upstairs.
After Evan left, Daniella stayed in the kitchen where Camille was sitting, she sat on the chair next to her with half bread eaten and grabbed it.
While chewing the bread, Daniella stared into Camille's eyes and as she read her mind, a triumph smile formed on her lips.
"How much do you make for being a model? Maybe I can hire you to be our chef," she said as she picked up Evan's leftover coffee and drank it finished.
"Evan likes his coffee with cream by the way," she said and got up.
Camille smirked, "no, he always had his coffee in black," she insisted.
Daniella puckered her lip, "I think I know more than you Camille," she sneered, "you're pretty, you shouldn't push yourself to a man that doesn't want you around," saying that, Daniella got up, "can you clean up? I have a n.a.k.e.d boyfriend waiting for me upstairs."
Even though Daniella has left a few minutes ago, Camille stayed sitting on her chair with her hands clenching the plate tightly.
"You bitch! I can't wait until Evan gets tired of you!"