Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 9
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🔸(His Sweet Torture)🔸
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 hate 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 sexy 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 sexily than the ones outside, and the waitresses were wearing bras and g-string panties.
“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 shooting dollars from a gun on a stripper who was twerking her big ass.
“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 panties 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.
TO Be Continued
