Camila
He’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
PYKE“What the fuck was all about back there, Xandry?” I grab his front shirt and push him against the wall strong enough that knocks the air out of his lungs. What he did in front of Camila is unacceptable.“Whoa! Calm down. I was just messing with you.” He raises his hands up.We’ve been like brothers since we were just kids. If he ever crosses the line again I will not think twice to punch him and break a bone or two of his face. Thank, God, he got the message that I’m trying to send him back there.Taking a deep breath, I release him.“I was not gratified with what you did back there. She could’ve had suspected what was that all about.” I release an exasperating sigh.“So, that’s her, huh?” He cocks his brow and curves his lips into an infuriating smirk. His words give a painful lurch in my stomach.“Don’t, Xandry,” I warn him.
CamilaA week passed like a blur. Pyke did his promise pulling out his connection for my job. I did a job interview yesterday at the GhostRides Customs Shop. It ranked second in New York Auto Magazine last year. Their customers are mostly celebrities and rich kids.Mr. Aaron Gray, the owner, and CEO of the shop who interviewed me is around Pyke’s age or maybe a few years older, but he’s also a good-looking guy with chocolate brown hair and hazel eyes. His build is a little bulkier than Pyke, and a few inches shorter than him.Why am I comparing them?To my dismay, Pyke didn’t reply to my text after sending him a thank you message. I know it’s not a big deal for him. I just can’t help but feel a little disappointed. My finger itches to dial his number since he already programmed his number in my phonebook.I haven’t decided on t
PYKECamila’s eyes mesmerize as we walk inside the showroom of the annual New York Sports Car Show. Car enthusiasts start inspecting the different car models—either customized and debut ones.“Oh, my God, Pyke! A McLaren 570s coupé race-bred dynamics with a 3.8 litre, twin-turbocharger technology, V-eight cylinder engine with a seven-speed transmission, constructed with carbon fiber with a maximum speed of 124mph in 9.5 seconds.” Her hand grips my left arm tighter in excitement.I smile.“Don’t you know that Bruce McLaren was a race car designer, engineer, and an inventor? At age of 14 he started joining in a racing competition,” she adds enthusiastically.There is nothing else sexier than a woman who’s fond of cars.Cameras flash in every corner of this huge venue. From TV to magazine reporters are conducting their interviews with the new endorser of the Jaguar F-
CamilaIt takes all my strength and courage as I step forward, reach up, and tiptoe to close the gap between Pyke and me. I tug his hair, clinging into him. Pressing my lips into his soft and slightly parted lips as he gasps in surprise. I brush my lips across him in a tentative motion. To my dismay, he’s not kissing me back.Crap!I release his hair from my grip, taking a step back.“Is that all you’ve got, Camila?” His deep voice turns raspier, huskier, and even sexier.My gaze pin on his blue-gray orbs, holding me captive and hypnotizing me. His eyes sparkle and his pupils dilate. My heart goes gallop when I feel his hand sliding on my waist, pulling me closer to him. A small whimper escapes from me.Before I can breathe, his lips are already crashing against mine, kissing me passionately. My eyes flutter closed, and I find myself kissing him back, making our li
PYKEReluctantly, I pull my arm that has been draped around Camila’s waist. A grin spread on my lips, and I pause when she stirs. I don’t want to wake her up until I do my plan.I never thought that last night was the best night of my life. I’ve had sex with many women—they were all incredible, but there’s something about Camila, and what’s between me and her is incomparable—our connections—it’s weird but I am starting to like it now I know the feeling of being with her.The sex was unbelievably amazing—perfect.I’ve never spent a night with a woman, but last night all I wanted was to hug her tight in my arms, spooned her until we fell asleep.I slowly drag myself out of her bed, tiptoeing and picking up my clothes scattered on the floor. I grab the keys from her dresser and walk out of her bedroom.After wearing my clothes, I quick
CamilaWatching him go hurts, but knowing him leaving angry breaks me. What we had last night was beyond my expectations. He respected me and took care of me even we both knew it was a no-repeat.He refused to go when I told him it was okay—he chose to say, but he betrayed me. He thought I was so naive and unaware of what was this all about.“Be right back, I need to use the restroom.” I stand up, taking the purse with me.“Don’t stay long. We have an appointment,” Megan reminds me.Last week she booked a spa package for me. It includes deep tissue massage, peppermint foot scrub, seaweed facial, mani/pedi treatment, and waxing. I’m a little bit nervous about waxing when she mentioned that it hurts like hell. I used to shave my bikini line, and it always itches and grows faster than in another area.“I need to pee.” I roll my eyes.
PYKEThis has to be a nightmare.This can’t be real.I shake my busted and bloody knuckles that reminded me of what happened earlier. I can endure the physical pain, but seeing Camila bearing the pain in her eyes so fucking hurt, and it’s all because of me—the feeling is worse than crashing my own heart.Xandry deserves more than my punches. My knuckles will heal, but the scars are a reminder to what I’ve done to Camila.What we’ve shared last night was more than just sex, I knew it. Camila may have used me, but I know she felt something for me. At least, during our intimate moments.For the short time I’ve known her, sex means something to her, and she won’t just do it with some random guy, and it’s a proof why she chose to offer her virginity to me—she trusted me, but I ruined it.It’s been twelve hours since I had the best night of my life, but tha
CamilaAfter pulling myself together, I hit the doorbell of Bianca’s apartment. She doesn’t have any idea what I did last night other than going to the car show with Pyke.I hear a rustling sound from the inside when I ring the doorbell again. I take a deep breath and ready myself to her rant once she knows everything.The door swings open, but to my surprise, it’s not Bianca—a tattoo of red dragon run from his hipbone to his pierced belly button down to his V that barely covered by his opened fly jeans. Both arms are covered with tattoos of different Celtics designs and Cyrillic scripts.“Kill, is that the pizza guy?” I immediately recognize Bianca’s voice from the inside.I skim my eyes up to see my half-naked cousin in front of me. Our gazes lock—he looks shocked to see me, too. He drops his gaze immediately, and I can see the guilt plasters on his face. His throat bobs as he swallows ha