Romance Camila Cabello Vinyl Novels & Stories

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

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.

Lana said, covering her face with her aolm as Raya laughed from behind me. "I'm in love with this! Go girl!" Raya said, high-fiving Camilla who smirked at her as Isabel smiled at Carmen. "I love this." She said as Carmen blushes shyly. "Boring." Camilla said as she and Raya burst out in laughter making Carmen and Isabel shake their heads as they rolled their eyes. "Now, I need to get started with you." Camilla said as she took my face in her hand and Lana frowned. "Please, I don't want anything dark like yours for her. Something beautiful and classy." Lana said as Camilla rolled her eyes and started to work on my face.

She giggled scooping the water into her palm and pouring it on her body. “Antonio loves my hair. I don’t think he loves his wife as much as he loves me.” Camila settled behind her and began washing her hair with shampoo. “Be still and stop talking,” she said, soaping her hair. “Do you think Antonio may want to sleep with me again today?” “Do you want to sleep with him again?” Camila asked. Amora nodded, and Camila didn’t need to be told what was going through Amora’smind at that moment. “Just be careful,” she said as Amora stepped out of the tub.

I said, dragging my thumb over the red stain on his lips. He caught my hand, his thumb rubbing slow circles on my palm. “I like being marked by you.” “Oh, there you are!” I turned to see Camila standing in the doorway, her gold gown shimmering under the chandelier lights. Her perfectly styled hair and practiced smile made her look like she’d stepped off a movie set. Her timing was impeccable. Or maybe infuriating. “Am I interrupting something?” she asked. Alejandro let out a sigh, his head falling back in exasperation. “Do you have a sixth sense for ruining moments, Camila?”

One more stroke, and I would stop. Except in my fantasy, Camila wasn’t on her knees anymore. She was on top of me, straddling me like she owned me. That slick heat from her pussy barely hidden by some flimsy strip of silk—useless, really. My mouth was on her breast, and the thought of dragging my tongue over one of those dusky pink peaks had me swallowing hard, heat crawling up my neck.

Camila replied and waited for the stylist to finish before she stood up to admire herself. The red dress hugged her body perfectly, and the back of the dress had a long, designed robe that added to its beauty. Her hair was wavy, oily, and shining. Her lips were bright red, matching the color of the gown, and she paired it with black heels and a black Debbie Wingham bag. She was satisfied with her look. "You look gorgeous, ma'am. I should praise you for your natural beauty," Natalia admired her. "Thank you," Camila said appreciatively. She stepped out of her room and began descending the staircase to meet Alejandro. He heard her footsteps and looked up, his body stiffened.

She knew she would jump into his bed with just a snap of his fingers. Castelo knew very well what she was thinking. Shuddering in disgust, he sped past her to his car. Of course, Ana, who thought she was irresistible to all men, didn't understand why Castelo wasn't falling at her feet. Damont sniffed the air. The smell, a sea breeze, wafted through the air, bringing relaxation to the nerves. Vinca had painstakingly created this fragrance and it was for her personal use and refused to produce it for sale.

she gestured her hands in the air. "This isn't marriage. It was all a game. You've been played, Camilla," she smirked. "You've been played. Hard. And you've lost. Now if I were you, I would just accept my defeat and walk away with whatever dignity is left in you," she preached, feigning concern even though her voice was dripping with unmistakable sarcasm. I was so close to punching her in the face. I would have already done it if I weren't worried that Ares would throw me out immediately if I did.

Instead, she opened the browser and typed two words. Camila Calloway. The search loaded. Images came up first. Helena’s thumb hovered. She clicked. The third photo in the grid stopped her cold. It was taken at what looked like a rooftop event. City lights behind them. Velmont skyline. Both of them dressed up, standing close, his hand on the small of her back in the particular way of a man who has put his hand there before. Camila Calloway was laughing at something off-camera. Beautiful. Effortlessly, infuriatingly beautiful.