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Camelia gripped Calvin’s firm shoulders, her nails leaving thin marks there. "Breathe, Camelia. I'm here," Calvin whispered, his voice sounding like worship. After a few moments, Camelia took control. She moved nimbly, reversing their positions until she was now on top. Her long hair hung down, veiling her flushed face. Both of Calvin's hands immediately moved to Camelia's waist, gripping it tightly to assist their movements.

One hour later, I kicked open the door to a private room in one of Marola's high-end clubs. Camilla was lounging back on a genuine leather couch with a glass of champagne in her hand. Her body was shaking with laughter as she chatted with the daughters from several other families. I charged over without hesitation and seized her carefully-styled blonde hair. "You killed him! You bought off that caretaker!" Camilla yelped at the pain of me tugging on her hair roots. The champagne spilled all over her expensive tailor-made dress.

Camilla Idaila Kings is the only child of Fernando and Alessia Kings, owners of Kingston stores, the biggest chain store in the whole of South and North America and the USA. The twenty-nine-year-old drop-dead gorgeous, famous, Italian clothing-designer had been in the fashion industry for fifteen years. She was nicknamed 'Camilla heartbreaker' by the public, due to the numerous turndowns she had given to countless men of high standing in Los Angeles. She had no interest in pursuing a relationship, instead choosing to focus her efforts on building her brand, Tombell® Fashion House.

And then she put her hands around Cameroon’s neck, tilted her head backward, and leaned in for a full kiss on the lips. Elena could make out her face now. And her hair. And her hands. Oh, she had the most beautiful hair that Elena had ever seen. Her head held a mass of light brown curls with a light golden brown tint. It looked rich and luxurious with its volume, and the length was around twenty inches. Elena watched as Cameroon finally turned the woman to face him. Elena gasped. This was the most beautiful human Elena had ever seen. She was wearing a black bum short, shredded at the ends that revealed her long brown legs. They glittered.

“So, are you bringing Nick to your family’s Charity gala this weekend? It’s supposed to be huge.” “Yeah… Nick is..,” I started to say. But before I could finish, Elora suddenly went quiet. Her smile dropped. I looked up to see what had caught her attention, and my stomach dropped. Camilla was walking toward us with Queeneth at her side, both of them looking like they’d stepped off a runway. Camilla’s blonde hair was perfectly styled in loose waves, her makeup flawless, her designer outfit probably worth more than a car. She stopped directly in front of us, blocking our path. Several students nearby slowed down, clearly sensing drama.

I stood up from the bed and walked to the curtains. “That’s what I want for you. Maybe if you have those dirty thoughts then you would actually make a move. It’s not like you don’t have the body. Mini skirts for your thick thighs, tight dresses to flaunt your curves, and a whole lot of cleavage for those big boobies of yours. Two weeks tops, and Dante Romero would be in your sheets and eating from your hands.” “Thanks but no thanks. I don’t want to be his mistress. Being his baby mama is already hard enough.” I pulled the curtains open, letting the sun ray fill the room.

Camilla has gold blonde hair, twisted up into a bun behind her head, and she wore a short pink crop top and a skirt that landed at about mid-thigh as she sat in the chair. “Listen Camilla ,” started Professor Celine. “I'll tell you what we can do about your situation but call me Celine first” “What?, That's crazy" said Camilla says laughing softly... “That’s my name,” said Celine . “And that’s what you can call me.” “Okay Celine ,” said Camilla sheepishly. “Second,” continued Celine . “I need you to be mature about the offer am about to tell you.” "Listen. I’m willing to give you that A. But you’ve got to give me something.”

Seeing how neither of them paid attention to her, camilla shuffled her feet to leave when suddenly she held herself being called back causing her to halt in her tracks. "Hey you?" It was the voice of the red haired. Camilla turned to look at both of them and saw that Braden had dropped her to the ground already. "Yes?" She answered staring at the lady who called her. Now face to face, she could easily observe the lady's features. The red haired was on a skin tight black jumpsuit which seemed to bring out her hour glass body shape. Her heart shaped lips were coated in a deep red lipstick. Her cheekbones were high, her milk skin so delicate and her red locks cascading down to her shoulders.

SPAIN Camila's POV I tilted the small window to my direction looking at the reflection of my lips as I applied more red lipstick making sure not to smear any on the sides, after I was done I looked at the masterpiece of my handy work satisfied I rolled the lipstick back and tossed it on the seat next to me, I took off the hair scrunchie on my wrist and used it to tie my hair into a messy bun" I lifted my hands to the steering wheel and ran them around it feeling it soft yet hard texture With my stiletto heels I pressed the car accelerator of my Lamborghini hard causing the engine to roar to life and the exhaust pipes to release smoke" I smiled with satisfaction looking outside as the crowd w

“Come on, let’s get ready. I don’t want to be late before I even start.” While Charlotte showered and dressed, Camille found herself playing with her hair or rather, what was left of it. Gone were her mousy brown waves which had fallen down her back like silk. Now she had a short pixie cut that framed her round face and was blonde. Charlotte had suggested she change her appearance as much as possible. After all, Nathan was going to be looking for a brown haired girl not a blonde one. It was only until Nathan gave up looking or Camille made it to Canada then she could grow her hair out or change the colour all she wanted. She would be free to do as she pleased; a concept that was very foreign