THE P.A Camila/You

Part 9

Y/N Pov

I have been working for Camila for three months now, two months ago she found out about my additional attribute and if anything her touchy-feely moments and my sexual frustration grew for a few weeks until she embarked on this P.R campaign with Shawn Mendes.

I am not a fan.

Roger sat her down around 6 weeks ago and asked if she would be willing to do it as part of promo for Señorita and also build up promo and buzz around her album. Camila came to me and asked my opinion. I told her I thought it was up to her but what I really wanted to say was - HELL FUCKING NO BITCH.

But I couldn't.

It has been super uncomfortable around Camila since and watching her kiss Shawn has had me jealous as a mother fucker. I would be lying if I said I wasn't.

We came back from Miami a few days ago and tensions escalated on the final day in Miami between between and Camila and I, which resulted in us having an argument at the hotel. We haven't spoken properly since, I just come and do my job. Of course I interact with Camila I have to, but I have made our relationship far more clinical.

I can't let my emotions rule me anymore.

I can't think she is a friend.

Or more than that after the argument.

It didn't seem like a Boss/Employee argument it felt more like a lovers tiff.

For obvious reasons and with what happened.

Flashback to Miami 7 days before

"Yes they will be at that beach, I will text you the directions, yes of course plenty of photographs of in the sea and then when we will be going to Shawn's hotel for photographs in the pool, and I will make sure she is there with her family at his concert tonight, it's all arranged" my voice was monotone on the phone to Roger, Camila's manager.

"Okay bye" I ended the call and sat on the bed. This was fucked up.

I didn't like this, and I didn't like that Camila was doing this.  It felt completely unnecessary and I wasn't supportive of this decision. I think Camila was starting to learn that.

Before going to the beach I had to arrange for the paps to get there and let them know where Camila and Shawn would be.

This is just shit, also a few weeks ago for July 4 they had to be all over each other and I had to help strategically place a fucking cactus between them!

I mean. How am I going to put that on my resume.

Worked for Camila Cabello.

Used a cactus to cock block the fans.

Damn thing pricked me.

It's crazy!

I was texting all the Paps I knew to get them there. Suddenly Camila comes through the door of our interconnected room.

She's wearing a white thong bathing suit.

She looks drop dead fuckable.

My jaw drops.

But my jealousy ridden mind don't want her leaving the hotel like that, everyone seeing her ass and I know that there are going to be pictures taken for the world to see.

I close my mouth and lock my jaw and look back to my phone.

"Hey are we ready to go yet, what you think of my new suit" I hear excitement in her voice. What could be exciting about kissing Sherwin and pretending to date him. I don't look up from my phone.