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

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

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

Camila“What do you mean you’re dropping the complaint?” Kyland rebukes as soon as the word drop leaves my mouth.I sit on the couch, ignoring his sharp voice and eyes blazing like a torch. When Pyke told me who Aaron Gray is, I know I’m going to be under public scrutiny. Pyke was not happy though. Nevertheless, he didn’t argue about it. I’ve no doubt when he said he will stand by my side if I’ll change my mind.“Are you listening to me, Camila? Why are you going to do that? Did Hughes force you to drop it?” He can literally burn this whole apartment with anger. His face turns red, nostrils are flaring, and hands already balled into fists.“Leave him out of this, Kyland,” Bianca says, cutting the tensions in the room. She takes a seat beside me.“Oh.” He raises his brow. “Are you on that asshole’s side, too?” he asks with sarcasm.“No, Kill, but if Cam decided to drop, then we have to respect it. I know it’s

CamilaSince I’m not ready to face Aunt Carissa, for now, I agreed to stay with Pyke at the hotel. I still owe them my life even my father’s lawyer paid her to take care of me since birth.I’m still flabbergasted until this moment. I’m in between overwhelmed in finding out the truth about my father and a heartbroken that Aunt Carissa is not related to me by blood. Kill is not my cousin, but my heart says he is to me.“Babe, I let someone bring you some clothes. You’re freezing, I think you need a hot shower.” Pyke cups my face to give me a quick kiss. I can’t help but close my eyes and feel his warm skin on my face that gives me relief.I nod glumly, sighing shakily. “Thanks for being here. I really don’t know what to do if you didn’t come to follow me.” I take his hand, squeeze it, and rub his knuckles.“I promise you that I will never leave you alone, Camila. I know this is still shocking to you, but I’m so glad