NIGHT STALKER SERIES: Book 1: PYKE
Camila
The NIGHT STALKER CLUB is grandiloquent in red neon bold letters—it’s blindingly bright as to obscure my vision.
The club is best known for elites and celebrities, but my cousin has the luck to work as one of the bartenders. I’m glad to hear the news of re-opening after the last month’s incident. It means my cousin is back in his work.
Bianca presents our ID to one of the bouncers who looks huge and intimidating. He gives me a second look after glancing back to our ID on his hand. I may look younger than my age but I’m already twenty one and I just got my college degree.
The bass frequencies from the huge sound systems reverberate through my chest cavity. My eyes widen in amazement to see the virtual music playing on the 3D walls. Laser lights flash patterns to the dance floor, and it simultaneously changes colors to the beat of the music. Pretty awesome, I must say.
The DJ plays one of the most popular hit songs on the chart. People yell in excitement, hands raising in the air as they move like in slow motion.
Bianca and Megan drag me to the crowded dance floor. The smell of sweat, perfumes, and booze don’t stop me from swaying my hips as I watch my friends are also dancing with me.
I grin and close my eyes. It feels good to get lost in the music thumping through the speakers. The beat of the music starts pulsating my body as I follow the rhythm.
We dance for I don’t know how long until I am sweaty and slick. My breathing catches and my heart thumping wildly in my chest.
Bianca says something that I can’t make out any words.
“What?” I yell.
We bark into laughter when we clearly can’t understand one another. We get ourselves out of the dance floor, even so, the music is still loud for us to start chatting.
“I need a drink!” Megan yells to my ear.
I nod in agreement, yelling back, “I need a restroom!”
She leans her face closer, pointing to the empty table at the left corner of the bar. “We’ll be there.”
I nod then walk away, trying to find the ladies room. I groan inwardly as I see the line of women waiting outside the ladies room is longer than customers waiting on a sale.
My shoulders sag as I walk away until a strong hand grabs me on my arm. I yelp in surprise, hand flies over my chest.
A pair of brown eyes narrowing down at me. His fake blond hair is jelled up to look like a Mohawk.
“What the hell are you doing in here, Cam?” my cousin, Kyland asks.
“Why do people go to the nightclubs, Kill?” I bark sarcastically.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’re coming?” he asks, though he knows already the answer. His pierced brows meet, clearly not happy to see me here.
His mom raised us together. He’s like a brother to me. I don’t want an hour of his lecture on why I come tonight though, that’s why I did not tell him.
“As if you will allow me.” I pouted.
“It’s Saturday night and it’s too loud and crowded for you,” he says as if I haven’t noticed.
“I do have eyes, and the last time I checked my auditory nerves are just perfectly fine.”
Kyland groans, clenching his jaw. Seconds later he sighs in defeat. “Where are your friends?”
I know it’s too late for him to do anything. We’re already here, and he happens to like my friends.
“They found a table.”
He nods glumly, looking at the long line of women. “Do you need a restroom?”
“Yup.”
“Come with me.” He grabbed my wrist. Kyland is a perfect cousin though he’s overprotective and annoying sometimes.
I follow him, then he fishes out the keys from his pocket as we stop in front of the door with ‘for employees use only’ sign at an eye level.
“I have to go back to work. Get back to your friends once you’re done and lock the door after you, okay?” He inspects me from head to toe, shaking his head, then walks away without a single word.
I know he’s going to berate me for what I wear tonight. I’ll think about what to answer later, or I might shut my mouth up for the rest of his talk.
I get inside the restroom, uttering thank you. This is a hundred times cleaner than the public restroom that I’m going to use if Kyland didn’t see me.
Once I’m done with my deeds, I pat my hands dry with a paper towel while taking a look at myself in the mirror. I re-coat my lips with the red lipstick I have on my purse and run my fingers through my wavy chocolate brown hair.
Closing the door behind me with a sigh of satisfaction, I walk away.
“Harder!” A voice of a woman makes me to a standstill.
My brow rises.
“Oh God, faster!”
“Fuck!” A rich masculine voice with a hint of roughness grunts. His single word gives me shiver, and something in me awakens at that tone.
I scan the narrow hallway—a dark wooden door is just a few steps away from me.
“Oh God, more! Harder!” the woman yells in between pants. “Make me come.”
The man groans.
What am I doing?
Why am I even listening to them having sex? I’m not that naive not to figure out what they’re doing. I blink repeatedly and pretend as if I am not hearing them. I shake the thought out of my head, walking away when that door bangs, making me jump in surprise. A squeal escapes my mouth.
Thump.
Thump.
“Yes, yes! I’m coming. I’m coming!” the woman screams, even louder than before.
The thumping continues.
For God's sake, Cam! Why are you still standing here?
“Fuck!” His voice dips low with a slow drawl. A voice that draws me in even more.
What’s wrong with me? I shake my head annoyingly.
“Come, Tiffany!” the man commands with a growl.
“It’s Brittany!” she corrects him, sounding annoyed.
Heat flushes through my body with anger. What an asshole? Doesn’t he even know her name?
“Sorry. I mean Brittany,” the man apologizes quickly.
I roll my eyes. I startle when the door thuds again—it rattles and might lose from its hinges.
Another thump.
“Oh, yes, Pyke!”
Pyke?
PYKE For the umpteenth times, I chuckle and shake my head in disbelief to what had happened earlier. What she did to me almost piss me off, but for some reason, I can’t. I’ve been sitting in my office where I just pressed that Brittany girl against the door. I gently rub my swollen and warm left cheek. Cringing, I press the cold bottled water on my affected face. I’m more of a one-night stand kind of guy. I’ve never slept with the same woman twice. I make sure she knows that it’s only a one-time thing before I fuck her. I love sex, but I also love my life, and I don’t want a complicated relationship to complicate my life. My mind goes back to that brunette. She’s hot as fuck, but she’s also furious as hell, and I don’t even know why she’s so pissed at me. I pull up my boxers after taking off the used condom and throws it to the bin. “Thanks for tonight, lover boy!” the girl purrs seductively
Camila I don’t know why do I feel so sullen all of a sudden. No man gets under my skin no matter how good he looks, but that arrogant prick affects me to the bone that nobody else does. I can’t deny the fact that he’s got the look—a playboy persona look—a look that most women fall for—a look that can fool you in just a single glance he throws to you. He has an athletic figure that doesn’t have an ounce of fat other than a perfect ripped body. Well, I have not seen him shirtless, but yesterday, I know if he has muscles underneath his shirt or not. His thick dark blond hair styled in a messy way like he frequently runs his fingers through it, but he’s a dick. Yeah, he said that he has a huge dick. How could he ask someone like me for a threesome? Do I look like a cheap? He even smirked —a cocky kind of smirk. I close my laptop back. I just can’t even concentrate on searching for a job. Slumping my
PYKE Did she just walk out? She walks out of the coffee shop with her sexy ass without looking back. That cantankerous of a woman just walked out on me. Un-fucking-believable! Well, that’s new because women often come to me and not the opposite. She’s right though, and I never deny the fact that I love to have fun with women, and stays single. I feel suddenly guilty. This city has a lot to offer, lots of interesting people, lots of food to taste, lots of beer to drink, lots of pus— I startle when someone nudges my shoulder. I look up to see my cousin, Xandry. “Seriously, you look like your goldfish just died,” Xandry remarks, taking a seat where that sexy cantankerous has seated. “Don’t talk about goldfish like that when Bash is around,” I snicker. He chuckles, “How’s your dick?” The waitress left after taking our order, but Xandry doesn’t miss to take a look at the waitress’ ass.
CamilaKyland allows me to drive his red 2007 Mustang Shelby GT500. I enjoy driving this beautiful beast—it purrs like a kitten. This doesn’t happen so often, so I take the chance to drive around until it runs out of fuel. For sure, I will receive another lecture from him.I’m fascinated with cars, preferably the sports one, but I’m more of just a look and dream and draw on a piece of paper over them. I know the feeling and understand why men sometimes love cars more than their girlfriends.I pull over at an empty space in the parking lot of the club. I take a deep breath—shaking off the thought of that overconfident jerk when I push the glass door open. The smell of fresh and clean with a mix of air freshener hit my nostrils.I immediately hear my cousin laughing.“Speaking of the devil,” Kyland guffaws.“Well, hello, dear cousin!” Flipping my hair over
PYKEUn-fucking-believable!Of all the 49.6%of theworld’s population, why does Camila hastobe Kyland’s cousin? Why? The hot cantankerous ismy friend’s cousin. This is going to be a disaster.She’s gonna be my disaster!I value my friendship with Kyland, but I can’t let Xandry win without a fight. The thought of fucking her behind Kyland’s back makes my stomach knot sickly. How am I going to deal with her if she hates my gut?How will I ever win in this stupid bet? And because of that woman, I’m going to lose some cash.I feel a sudden gush of guilt. All I think is my ego and money. Money isnot a problem though, I have plenty of them, but my concern is Camila. She will despise me, loathe me, and burn me alive if she will find out about this thing going on between me and Xandry.I never beg for a fu
Camila“What?” Megan and Bianca ask in unison.“Why would someone give you money? Ten thousand bucks?”Megan asks again, now sitting beside me on the couch with brows draw in together.We’ve been friends since we started our freshmen in college. I know they will be surprised because who will just throwten thousand dollars without a catch?“Cam, stop zoning out. Why would someone offer you money? For what? Is this some kind of scam? Are you going to sell drugs as payment or...” Bianca’s eyes widen in shock. “Is he going to pay you for sex?” She’s alreadysitting on the coffee table, grippingmy knees.“Will you two stop overreacting. I did not accept the offer.”They both sigh in relief.“I mean I haven’t thought and decided, yet.”They exchangea look—a look as if I’m losing my goddamn mind.
PYKEFor the first time, Kyland invites me to his apartment—the same apartment he’s sharing with Camila. Just the thought of her makes me edgy.She turned me down again, twice in a row now. Okay, four times in a row.She turned me down in a threesome. Honestly, that was a dick move. Secondly, when I met her at the coffee shop. Thirdly, she refused to take the phone that I bought for her. I’m not bribing her into accepting my last offer. I just feel guilty for lying. She didn’t take the bait when I offer her some cash. I can’t decide if I s
CamilaHe’s not bad as I thought he was, but still, the flirtiness and cockiness are his best charms. He doesn’t leave me alone without a single remark. He’s also funny and cheerful.I want to consider his offer, and he’s right, it’s only a one-time photoshoot then I will have ten thousand bucks in my account.“What took you two so long?” Kyland asks as I place three boxes of pizza into our small granite kitchen island.“I’m sorry, man. We bumped into Xandry at the pizzeria,” Pyke answers, placing two plastic bags beside the pizza boxes.“Why did you not invite him over?”“I didn’t bother him. What is he doing in the neighborhood anyway?” Pyke smirks that something the two of them will understand.“Uh, I got it,” Kyland murmurs.My brows meet, but I remain silent. I start opening the cupboard to take some plates, then I w