PYKE
I haven’t seen Xandry since that encounter at my parents’ house. He did call me once, but I’m still pissed to even talk to him.
It doesn’t bother me though, but what bothers me these past days is about Liv Mendéz. How did Dad know about Camila’s mom?
I wanted to ask Kyland, but he might suspect me that I’m up to something, and he’s the last person I want to piss off right now.
I stare at the bar in dismay when I can’t find Kyland, and everyone is busy serving the patrons. He’s never been late or ditches his work without informing me. It freaks me out of the thought that he might figure out what I did to Camila.
Forrest is giving a dry Martini to a woman in a black dress, and he doesn’t even glance at the woman who’s giving him a flirty grin.
Forrest Wood is a year younger than Kyland—they’re both tattooed. His uncle owned the tattooed shop where Kyland works as a tattoo artist.
CamilaMr. Mayes, the manager looks twice older than his age of forty-five. Around three hundred pounds of six-footer bald head and a goatee man. I’ve never seen him smile. All he does every day is to bark at everyone. I wonder what he’s carrying on his shoulder that he forgets to even realize how beautiful life is.Speaking of beautiful, regardless of what happened days ago, I learn how to appreciate the beauty of life—that life is not perfect, life doesn’t always go like how we want it to be—it’s like a road, it has many bends, ups, and downs. And that’s its beauty.Pyke stops bugging me. I miss him though, but what we did that night won’t happen again. And what he did to me was cruel, and I don’t think if we can even be friends.Kyland and Bianca give me space, and that’s what I want at this time. I need to process everything—it happened so fast at the same time. If what Kyland said is true, then who am I t
PYKEThe coat that I offered doesn’t help much for her petite body. Her body continues to shiver. My balls ache for putting myself together to stop from pulling her into my arms to warm her up. I have to stop doing so—for her own good.I crave her. I want her so bad that makes me dizzy. I want to press her against this glass elevator wall if I can get a chance to feel her body next to me again.I’m such a melodramatic asshole.The water drips from her wet hair down to the crook of her neck, to the valley of her barely covered tits. Her see-through white shirt doesn’t help to cover her puckered nipples poking through her red lacy bra.I swallow hard, breathing deeply to control my tense muscles. Keeping our distance away is nearly impossible because my mind spins dirty thoughts off my tongue running down her neck to the valley of her tits. Tasting her once isn’t enough, now, I’m not sure if I can get enough
Camila What’s wrong with me? I should’ve been loathing him for what he did to me, but instead, I’m here in his apartment, in his bed, wearing his clothes, and lying under his blanket. He silently crawls into his bed with only in his boxers shorts then slips under his blanket beside me. My heart is somersaulting in my chest. I can’t help but awe every time his arm muscles flex. Pyke is incredibly sexy. “I’m so sorry for what we did to you, Babe,” he starts talking, facing me. He tucks his blanket under his taut arms. “Your apology won’t change anything that had been done, so stop apologizing. I’m still hurt, you know, and the last thing I want right now is to see you or to be here with you, but look at us, at me.” I sigh heavily. “You’re beautiful,” he says softly, looking directly into my eyes. You’re beautiful, too. “That’s not what I mean.” “But that’s what I mean. I’m not asking your f
PYKEMy cock is harder than rock. I want to take her back to my apartment and bury my cock deep into her. Her dress doesn’t help me from seconds to come in my jeans. Her skirt molds perfectly on her round ass and with her white blouse showing a good amount of the swell of her tits.Jesus, she’s driving me crazy beyond my imagination. I pull myself away from her before I change my mind.“Beautiful,” I whisper through heavy breathing.“How did I owe you a kiss?” A flash of anger lights in her eyes but the amusement is in there, too. Her lipstick smear around her swollen lips.“I asked you nicely for a good morning kiss but you chose to ignore me. Now, that’s my payback. Next time, just do as I say.”“We should not kiss like that again.” A regret coats in her voice as she looks down at her feet.I cock my brow. “Like what exactly, Babe? Do you want soft and slow—”“No, Pyke. No more kissing. Can I ha
Camila I’m so engrossed in my new design proposal that I lose track of time. My heart is beating faster when I receive a message from Pyke, telling me he’s on his way. I stand up from my chair after closing the desktop, then I leave the room that serves as the office of the design team. I’ve never been excited about dinner with him until right now. The clicking of my shoes echoes in the entire showroom where I take the exit to the front door. A gasp escapes my mouth when I almost bump into a broad chest. My hand instantly flies to my chest to steady my frantic heartbeat. I look up to the person in front of me. My eyes widen. “Mr. Gray, my apology. I wasn’t looking at my way.” It comes out a squeal. I move to my left to give him the way. He might go up to the second floor. His hazel eyes trace my face to my lips down to my chest. My face heats with his intense stare. His tongue darts out, licking his lips that gives me shiver in
PYKE“Camila, what are you doing here?” Seeing her looks broken makes me want to kill that bastard. I don’t know why I ignored Bash’s warning about Gray. Now, I’m blaming myself for what happened to her.“Can I come in?” Her voice wheezes.Her bloodshot and puffy eyes flash with sadness. She looks like she cried all day. She puts a misty pink scarf around her neck to hide her bruise, and a carnation pink gloss on her lips. She’s only wearing a simple red shirt and tight black jeans under her brown cashmere coat, but still, she manages to allure me.“Does Wright know you’re coming?”She lowers her gaze down. I don’t even know why I bother asking, of course, Kyland won’t allow her to see me again.“You should be on bed rest. Your throat is not healed yet. The last thing you should do is to be here. Let me drive you home, Babe.”“I don’t want to stay at home, Pyke. I’m gonna be insane,” she says, playing t
CamilaMy heart leaps from my chest as I walk directly to the wall with wobbly legs. My body is still vibrating to the last intense kiss we did moments ago.I just follow what he asked me to do, not knowing what he has in mind. I made the longest shower in history to erase the traces of that bastard’s touch on my skin. I feel disgusted with myself, and loathe him at the same time.Pyke moves close to me in a slow and sensuous saunter with pure male and dominance. ”Babe, are you sure about this?”“What are we gonna do here?” I almost whisper. My voice trembles at the anticipation of he might press me against this glass wall and kiss me again.“Just trust me, Babe,” he answers with a tense jaw, eyes pin on me like a hawk, but with a glint of excitement and lust.My eyes widen.Is he—?“Don’t go in there. I’m not gonna hang you upside do
PYKEAfter our post-orgasmic bliss, I snuggle Camila into my arms and tangle my legs with hers while we share the small space on the couch.I’m not used to cuddling a woman after sex—no pillow talk. Oddly, it feels good to just rest for a while without bother running away. This is my second time with her, yet, it still excites like the first time.“You okay?” I ask her when she seems so silent.Her brows knit as if in deep thoughts. She lifts up her chin and nods. Her glassy stare locks mine. She looks magnificent wearing a post-orgasmic look.“I should really go, Pyke.” She sighs heavily, taking my hands off that wrap around her petite body.My body suddenly stiffens. That’s the last thing I think will come from her mouth. She came to my apartment and literally begged for me to have sex with her, and now she’s leaving.“Stay, Babe. I’ll send you home tomorrow,” I say slowly, ki