I stepped into the familiar building and I just can't stop admiring its beauty. Mom was walking ahead of me but suddenly stopped. I wasn't looking so I mistakenly bumped her. "Ouch.""Sorry." She grinned. "You'll have to meet the makeup artist to get you looking good."I raised an eyebrow at her. Seriously? Again?"Mom, thanks but I'm good with the slight makeup.""Delilah...""I don't need an extra chemical on my face to prove that. You also said it yourself before we left the house, you said I was looking good." I reminded her."I want you to look more than good this time.""Mom, please... for now, let me be myself." I said, as a matter of fact. I was frustrated by her attitude. But I know why she is doing this, she indirectly wants me to get the attention of her co-male staff and other male guests invited.But that's okay, I ain't interested in any of them. My main aim of accepting the invitation was because of Mr Kimber, I was going to meet him personally in Delilah's form. Thoug

I sat by the passenger seat, thinking over my conversation with Mr Kimber. Was it too obvious that I look like Camila? I don't want him to find out in the wrong way or I'm dead for good.I leaned my head on the window dashboard, also trying to recall the part where I had played the motivational speaker to him. Honestly, I want Mr Kimber to myself. Not just about it being Camila, I feel safe around him. I feel his love for Camila to be a genuine one.Losing him... No, I don't even want to imagine that now. I want him. His beauty keeps flashing into my mind and I honestly can't help but think about him. I can't imagine us doing the main chemistry on his bed.But some how, I gotta be careful. Things don't seem so right after all, especially now he seems quite suspicious about my look. He thinks I'm whoever he is thinking."Hey, is every thing alright?" Mom asked and I quivered. "You're thinking?"I smiled weakly. "Just thinking about school." Not again, Delilah. We talked about not lying

The evening surfaced, I walked to the bus stop where I boarded a taxi which drove me to the clubhouse and made sure I was there on time before Mr Ramirez would show up. Mr Ramirez was a man of time, or would I say it's because it's me.I went to meet Mrs Mills to ask her if Mr Ramirez had shown up and she said yes. Even when I was thinking I was so early, little did I know I was just so late. I stood before the door of the room where he was staying, I had to take in a thousand breaths before grabbing the knob of the door.I pushed the door open, making my way into the blue lit room. Mr Ramirez sat with shirt halfway opened, he wasn't looking at me at the moment. He was focused on his phone, his fingers busily running on the screen of his phone.I gently shut the door, cat-walking towards his direction. I noticed his eyes on me, so I tried my best to be seductive. He smirked evilly, so I took the phone from his hand, dropping it on the bed. I crossed my leg over his, sitting on his th

I was just stepping out of the kitchen when I heard a message beep from my phone which was laying on the couch."Mind if I come over to pick you up?" The message was displayed on the lock screen of my phone and I don't need any one to tell me who it's from.Upon seeing it, I rushed to reply to the message. "I thought we were meeting in the clubhouse." I texted back."Do you want us to?" He replied almost immediately and I wondered if he had been staring at our DM just to get a reply back."Am I supposed to say yes after our conversation last night?" I typed with a thinking emoji after."Was wondering if there was a change of mind. Just curious." He texted back."Well, I'll be participating tonight, don't you wanna watch me dance?" I asked, smirking as I bit on my lower lips. "I'll be waiting for you. Some one's gotta make my night tonight." I cuddled my legs to my chest as I did nothing but smile. I'm so flattered, all thanks he ain't looking at how stained my cheeks had already bec

Abigail's PovI was busy in the kitchen when I suddenly heard a knock on the door. I didn't imagine it to be Delilah as she never shows up without giving me a call, especially whenever she hangs out with her new boyfriend.Whoever it was outside pressed on the doorbell so I had to leave what I was doing to check who it was at the door."Who is that?" I asked."My name is Jayden, I am Camila's friend." Said the unfamiliar voice."Camila?" I asked, surprised. I've never heard the name Camila and I definitely have no idea who the fuck that is, but then I had to open despite the risk. As soon as I saw Delilah's helpless body in his arms, I couldn't help but scream mentally.How the fuck did she get that name?!Did she just tell him her name is Camila? I can't even recall Delilah ever telling me for once that she has a second name, Camila. But then, there's got to be a reason why she had to lie about her name. The surprised look on my face brightened up upon seeing her. "What happened to