Chapters four

Sometimes I wish I could break my alarm in the morning. I woke up with a terrible headache. I told myself I would never go clubbing on a work day but anger had driven me straight to the bar. 

I had to sober up before going to work because if Derek found out that I had been drinking because I was angry, he would freak. He was only a couple of months older than me but he treats me like his child. 

I rolled out of bed and when I was standing up straight, I felt as though someone had dropped a huge stone on my head. I dragged my feet to the bathroom where my medicine cabinet was. I took an Ibuprofen from it and waited for it to work in my system. 

Ten minutes later after the headache had lessened, I was about to take my bath when my phone started to ring. No surprise that is was Derek. 

"Hey baby." I said after I answered the call. 

He made a gag noise and said, "Can you not call me that? That's one. Two, you were out drinking yesterday!" He yelled. 

"What the fuck?! Who told you that?" I asked as though it was the biggest lie ever. 

"Camilla. She said she bumbed into you at the bar." 

That damn woman! 

"Well, yeah. But I only had a sip." I lied. 

"She said you were drunk!" He said, still yelling.

"Wow, she really is a snitch bitch, isn't she?" I said through gritted teeth.

"Common,Ballo. You promised no more drinking during the week and no more drinking when you are upset and most importantly, you're not supposed to drink more than a glass of alcohol. Or do you want to go back to the way you were before?" He scolded me. 

I bit my tongue from saying anything because I knew he was right about everything. 

"You're right, you're right. I'm sorry, I'll try not to let it happen again." I mumbled. I always found it hard to apologise. Which is why Derek was the only person I apologized to. 

"Good. Now bring your ass to work. I assigned you to someone as their personal trainer."

"First of all, who made you boss? Secondly, who?" It wasn't unusual for me to be someone's personal trainer. But this time I think Derek did this on purpose because he's upset with me.

"Camilla." 

The moment he said, I knew that if he was in front of me, I would have smashed his pretty face in. 

"Are you fucking insane?!" I yelled.

"What's wrong with that? She said she need someone who was efficient and very good at getting people in shape so I suggested you and she agreed. She said since you guys were friends, it would make things easier for her." He said and I could hear the smirk on his voice. The idiot was enjoying my misery. 

"Fine, whatever. I will be there in an hour." I told him and hung up before he could reply.

~•~

After taking my bath and having my breakfast, I rushed out of the house and was at the gym in less than an hour. 

I walked straight to my office but I still noticed that Camilla was not here. 

"Where is she?" I asked Derek immediately I walked into the office.

"Good morning to you too. Camilla's at home. She said she wanted a private gym session." He said and handed me a piece of paper with an address on it. 

"Well, maybe all she wants is for me to fuck her. I told you they always come around even when they play hard to get." I said with a smirk on my face. 

"You are a disgusting motherf*****" He told me, making me to laugh.

~•~

The ride to Camilla's house was excruciatingly fast. I didn't expect her to live so close by. 

When I got there, I put on my most confident face, walked to her door and rang the doorbell. I took it the beautiful view of her surroundings with the well trimmed lawn and beautiful flowers. The outside of the house was painted a nice cream color.

After a couple of seconds, the door opened and standing before me was Camilla in her gym clothes that made her look mouth watering sexy. 

She wore a black sports bra that exposed most of her cleavage and lemon-green shots that were a bit tight, exposing her long legs. My weakness, long legs. 😋🤤

"Oh, hi Tony. Please come in." She said sweetly and moved away from the door so I could walk into the house. 

"Good morning, Camilla. How are you today?" I asked sweetly.

"I am good." She replied.

"Just give me a second to put somethings in order and we can go up to the gym." She told me. 

"Okay. Cool." I said nonchalantly.

After she walked away, I admired the decor of the her living room. It was more beautiful than the outside. 

The walls were painted a really bright red, gold curtains hung on the wall and the sitting room was furnished with black furnitures. All the colors complimented each other nicely. Some might say it was too loud but I liked it. 

I looked to the mantle were I saw pictures of Camilla and two kids that looked identical. Did Camilla have kids of were this just people she was related to or something?

She walked back into the room so I asked her. 

"Are this your kids?" I asked pointing at the photo. 

"Yes." She answered with a warm smile on her face.

"Cool." I said simply and made no further fuss about it. 

~•~

When we got upstairs to the gym, Camilla played music that blasted through the whole house and probably the whole neighborhood. But no one complained.

While we exercised, I noticed that Camilla was already good at gyming and she was very determined. How was I supposed to hate her when she was so... The way she was. 

I decided we should take a five minutes break to catch our breaths.

Very soon Take you Dancing by Jason Derulo started to play through the loud speakers and Camilla jumped on her feet and started to dance without a single care in the world. I made me laugh and soon I joined her in her dancing. 

"Let me take you dancing

Two steps to the bedroom

We don't need no dance floor

Let me see your best moves..." I was singing to her when she stopped me. 

"No, for you Tony, it's- Let me take you dancing, no steps to the bedroom." She said stressing the no and I simply rolled my eyes. 

"Very soon, I'll prove you wrong." I told her with a smirk on my face.

"In your dreams. Now let's just go back to working out before I ended up dancing on your face." She threatened, making me to laugh. 

Shit just got interesting. I thought to myself.

Camilla had no idea if the demon I was about to reign in her. 

The moment the thought of me hurting Camilla came into mind, I started to feel guilty...

What? Gui lty... Snap our of it Ballo, she is only messing with your head. I reminded myself and shook it off immediately.