Camila Cabello Booty Novels & Stories

Something poetic. But no. My girl had to be the world’s most stubborn, guarded little brat. The human version of a closed diary with a lock that bites your hand if you try to read it. A whole damn tsundere in pajama shorts. And like a summoning spell, there she came. Camila. Down the stairs, sleepy eyes, hair a mess, still wearing my shirt. It hit her mid-thigh, and every inch of her legs beneath it made my vision blur for a second.

“I bet I can find several ways to make you drunk, without the alcohol of course.” “Pfft!” She scoffs and a lock of her hair falls into her face. I reach across the bar and brush it away from her eyes and her face turns pink. For some reason, the words ‘tomato rainbow’ pop into my mind. “You may be hotter than sin, and look like Beckham Caliri, but I will not sleep with you!” She huffs in annoyance. I arch a brow. So she wants to play? “What if I tell you that I am Beckham Caliri?” I ask and she scoffs again. “What are the odds of running into Beck here?.”

She had long, raven-black hair pulled into a tight ponytail, with bangs framing a face that was undeniably beautiful. She had a killer hourglass figure that commanded attention, standing around five-foot-six. From the arrogant tilt of her chin and the way the other two flanked her, she was clearly the queen bee of the group. "You were talking about me," I stated, locking my eyes onto hers. "And?" she challenged, taking a slow step away from the lockers to close the distance between us. "Camila," Lily warned from behind me. Camila ignored her, her dark eyes focused on my face.

she stated earning a roaring laughter from Roman. “fine, you win be ready in 15” Camila jumbled off the couch with a huge smile on her face and headed for the stairs. She picked out a long black gown that didn’t hug her figure so that her stomach won’t show that much. She paired it with a pair of black flats and a silver purse. She didn’t do any makeup, just curled her hair and was rushing down the stairs. Roman was already ready there, waiting. He was dressed in a black suit and was looking down at his watch.

he says, averting his eyes to inside the condo. I turn my attention to look at Camila, she was laughing with Eliza as they looked through what looked like a photo album. Camila was in one of her off her white shoulder dress shirts, exposing her slim shoulders, her skin looked soft and flawless as always. Blue ripped jeans and red stilletos, her hair was in a high ponytail, givng full view of her face.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” I smiled against her skin. “Go get dressed, baby.” She jumped off my lap, grinning. “Give me ten minutes.” I watched her rush into the closet, the hoodie rising high up her thighs as she ran. She turned before shutting the door and winked, making me smile like an idi*t. She always brings out that soft gentle love out of me. A part that vanishes when I’m with Ruby… Ten minutes later, Camila came out looking like she popped right out of the Vogue magazine. She was wearing tight jeans, a black silk top, and that lip gloss she knew I liked. She stood in front of me, spinning once.

And the way it rolls off her tongue catches me off guard. What is she doing here already? My eyes dart around, a habit I can’t control—Once my nerves go off, I need to make sure nothing else will surprise me. Enemies can be anywhere when you’re vulnerable. Camila is leaning forward in her chair, elbows on the table, hands clasped beneath her chin. Her eyes glint with humor. She knows she surprised me and is reveling in it. Gathering myself, I take a second to look at her. None of my guesses earlier on how she’d dress were right. Camila has chosen a silky green asymmetrical gown that exposes her smooth shoulders while hinting at the dip of her waist. Her long hair is wound into a messy bun, w

She yelled again, raising a bowl over her head as she fumed with anger. If I didn't recognize the hostile behavior and the short hair I could have mistaken her for Carmen. For the first time, Camilla's hair was the natural shade of brown just like her sister's. It was a shorter length, resting against her shoulders with a center parting. She hadn't worn a matching dress with Carmen. Instead she wore a loose pant and a crop top that exposed her abdomen. "Alora move. I swear I'm going to kill Carmen. So move your butt if you don't want blood to splash over you!" Camilla yelled angrily.

Camila picked two clothes and a shoe at a managed price and picked five expensive clothes and shoes for Olivia and one sexy lingering from Victoria's Secret collection. Once they were out. "When you get home, put this on. Your husband will act a little angry. Don't smile and don't be scared. He is just acting. Allow him to talk, if he asks you any questions, just take the robe off and pose," Camila said with a wink "What if he doesn't ask me any questions and how do I pose," Oliva asked "If he doesn't ask you any questions just take the robe off and pose like this lady," she replied showing her an image of a lady with a sexy pose.

The man behind my pathetic wardrobe dilemma. “Oh Dahling, slutty is sooo overrated. Men want class, and something left to the imagination nowadays. Only the club scruffs go after booty in dental floss.” Camilla sips her English tea and gazes at me wisely. “You have so much potential, a whole other class of sexy. I mean, have you looked at that hot girl in the mirror today, Sophie Dahling, you’re truly fucking stunning. You’re what the mere mortals call ‘da bomb’.” Camilla is definitely another class of sexy, and I haven’t been able to stop staring at her since the walk over here. I may not have any sort of attractions to women, but I can appreciate, Camilla is a new breed for me.