NIGHT STALKER SERIES: Book 1: PYKE CamilaThe 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 color

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

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

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 throw ten 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 already sitting on the coffee table, gripping my 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 exchange a look—a look as if I’m losing my goddamn mind.

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