"Mrs Mill, I guess it's time I have to go." I said, finding my way out of the building. But before I left, Mrs Mill gave me Mr Ramirez contact. "You know what to say just in case he asks of me, right?""Don't worry, I already have an answer." She assured me.I quickly sneaked out of the clubhouse without Mr Kimber noticing. I left for my car, Maurice was standing beside it. "Going so soon?" He asked."Yeah, I've got some personal job to attend to.""I hope there's no problem?" He asked, concerned."Not at all. You know, I've been booked already.""Oh. Oh! Now I understand."We exchanged a long smile. "I bet you do." He threwe my car key. I hopped in, starting the engine before I zoomed off.I headed to Mr Ramirez apartment with the help of the address Mrs Mill had given to me. I walked to the door but was stopped by one of the guards standing beside it."What do you want?" He asked in his deep annoying voice."I'm here for Mr Ramirez." I replied."What business do you have with him?"
I was imagining how my conversation with Mr Kimber would be. Since I wasn't used to him well, I felt this moment shouldn't have come in the first place, and it's all mom's fault for persuading me to have this conversation."Urrg! Can my life ever be better?" I grunted as I rolled my eyes sarcastically."You look beautiful, but you'll need to apply a little more makeup on." Mom said, rubbing the mascara on my face with a slight touch of the red lipstick. "Now, you look pretty much fantastic." She praised."Shouldn't we…" she didn't let me finish my statement, she cut me sharply."Please, not now, Delilah. Can you ever for once do some thing without complaining?"Of course I have to complain, this shouldn't be happening if not for her. In as much as I try to get as far as possible from Mr Kimber, she keeps pushing me forward. If he eventually finds out I'm Camila, he's definitely gonna hate me for the rest of his life.Not like I really fancy him, no, I guess Camila does."You're good t
"Are you in a relationship?"Is he supposed to ask me that? I mean, on our first dinner?"Yes, I am." I said sharply. "What about you?" I asked back. I love being so inquisitive about stuff like this."Mine is complicated." He said.My brain got so busy interpreting what those words meant. Complicated… Does it mean he had a heart break? Or could it be that it didn't work out the way he had hoped for? Or…"I lost her, years ago to my younger brother."I don't know why, but I think I just felt my heart pound against my chest. Well, that hurts. "I'm sorry." I said, sympathetically."You don't have to. Maybe I ain't so good for her, maybe I wasn't able to be the man she hoped for." He sipped on his wine, not wanting to continue the topic."It's not too late, you know." I said immediately, causing him to look at me. "It's not too late to find a new love, some one who will understand you the way you are.""I know, but it's difficult to find that kind of person.""Sure, it is, but as long a
I searched around with my eyes for Mr Kimber, honestly, I was missing him already. It's been days since he last showed up here. I was beginning to wonder if he had quitted coming.Honestly, he's my second reason why I am always eager to come here. But since he doesn't show up again, I feel like I'm all alone.I walked out of the stage, heading to my usual place to waste the rest of my time. The bartender. He served me my usual non-alcoholic wine which I busily sipped slowly. "What about the young gentleman?" He asked."What?" I asked, pretending not to have heard what he said."The young gentleman, what about him?" He repeated.That's actually what I have been thinking, I really don't know why he hasn't been showing up since the night I met with Mr Ramirez. I don't know, but it seems like he must have heard about my meeting with Mr Ramirez.Could it be that our previous conversation at the dinner would end up in vain? Well, that's only if he does love Camila."I don't know, I haven't
I felt my heart skip in excitement as I slowly turned my head to his direction. I couldn't breath, it's like the atmosphere is at a standstill. Just the devil I was talking about, he's definitely standing right beside me with the same 'oh, fucking kill me' smile.My hormones were burning, tempting me to jump into his arms and hug him. To kiss those beautiful lips and admit how much I missed him. But I couldn't, at least not yet."Wasn't expecting you tonight." I said, trying to hide how happy I am to see him."Wasn't expecting to come either." He said, sitting on the long stool beside mine. "So, what made you?""A friend."I didn't want to go so deep into the conversation, I nodded my head. "That must be a good friend, I'd say."He just smiled. The bartender served us two glasses of wine as ordered. "It's been a long time." He started, breaking the brief silence."Yeah," We stared at each other for what seemed like minutes, my eyes not leaving his, and his not leaving mine. It feels
"Delilah! Delilah!" I heard a familiar voice call my name. "Delilah!"I flinched, returning back to reality only to see Abby staring awkwardly at me. What am I doing here! I looked at my shirt, only to see it in order. "Oh no!" I gasped. It wasn't torn, it was perfectly fine on me. Could it be…? Hold on, does it mean we didn't kiss? Was I actually thinking of all that stuff happening? Could it be that our conversation ended on good night?Abby flicked her fingers at me. "Hello? Are you listening to me?" Abby said, with her eyes widened."What happened?""What happened?" She asked back. "Am I supposed to answer that? I think I should be the one asking you that. I've been calling your name for twenty minutes now, gosh! I can't believe you're such a living dead." She walked to the fridge, "Are your parents aware you're here?" She asked."I'll talk to them." I said, collapsing on one of the sofas. I still can't believe I had gone this far to imagine Mr Kimber kissing me. I touched my lip
"Miss Guzman, I'll need you to turn off your phone now!" Mr Mayor said."I'm sorry, sir." I apologized, turning my phone off.The class was becoming so boring and lengthy. Minutes were turning to hours and honestly, I can't wait for the lecture to be over already. This man can never make his class conducive for learning, especially for people like me.Finally, the fucking bell rung. I don't really know but I guess I was one of the first students to leave the class. Yeah, that's how unserious students do. We leave the class before any one else.I rushed out of Mr. Mayor's class after hours of his teaching, my heart pounding with curiosity about why Mrs. Mills' had called me. Quickly, I dialed Mrs. Mills' number as I walked briskly, hoping for answers. Mrs. Mills answered, and I didn't waste time to ask her why she had called me during Mr. Mayor's class. Mrs. Mills hesitated for a moment before revealing that Mr. Kimber had requested to speak with me urgently.Intrigued by Mr. Kimber's
"And... I also appreciate the fact that you've been so nice to me."Mr Kimber hums, nodding as he starts taking slow steps towards me and I immediately walk backward.As he gets closer, he tilts his head curiously, a menacing look to his captivating green eyes. “Really now? Well tell me, what exactly gave you the impression I was nice darling?’'He stopped a few inches from me, and I instinctively took one step back, becoming more nervous than I already am. "I don’t know.'’ I stutter, shrugging my shoulders. "I just feel like you've been nice to me lately."He closes the gap between us, raising his brow a bit high. He tucks his finger under the strap of my dress, moving his finger back and forth underneath it as he watches thoughtfully."Nice? Is that what you'd call what happened the last time I saw you?” Memories flood into my mind of Mr Kimber grabbing my wrist and pulling me close to himself. The soft touch of his lips on mine, kissing me over every part of my skin.I was beginni
I had been lost in thought for hours, my mind consumed by the impending meeting with Jackson. A thousand words couldn't capture the storms of emotions swirling within me. I pondered how to face him, rehearsing countless scenarios in my mind.This is just too much for me, more like I am yet to meet the United States president to make an open meeting with him.Just as I was deep in contemplation, my phone rudely interrupted my thoughts with Jackson's name boldly written on the screen. My heart raced, and I hesitated to pick up, unsure if I was ready to talk to him. Abby, with a 'go ahead' look, insisted that I answer the call.With trembling hands, I finally swiped to answer the call and slowly placed the phone to my right ear. "Hello?" I uttered, my voice quivering with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation."Hey, sweetheart. How are you doing?" His voice sounded lively over the phone. "I'm good. Let me guess, you've arrived home, haven't you?" I said, trying to play lively even thoug
"I have a plan, Lilah." Abby said to my amazement. "A dirty but good one.""Mind sharing with me?" I asked, knowing she would."Sure. So, this dirty plan is... Five steps to get Mr Kimber in bed." My eyes bulged open as I glared at her, shocked. "Should I still continue?"I swallowed hard, my eyes not leaving hers. "You're kidding, aren't you?""At first, I thought I was. But after I scanned the idea, I saw it was good to go, so I figured out I should share it with you. Like I asked, should I continue?"I swallowed again. "No, thanks. I'll pass.""Come on, Lilah, this is the best idea ever. Trust me, you'll love it.""Abby, that title is really terrifying. The last time I tried getting drunk for him to use me, it didn't work out.""Because you didn't plan it well. You were supposed to get him drunk and not you getting drunk. Now you see you really need some one like me around, I am the best for you.""I didn't make a mistake making you my cover-up sidekick, huh?" I smirked."Definitel
Delilah's Pov"How is Camila?" Abby asked to my surprise. Wait, did I just hear her right? Or is this my imagination? "Hey, Lilah, are you dumb already?"No. This is definitely not my imagination. She just fucking asked about Camila!"Sorry, what?""Jeez. I said, how is Camila doing?" She repeated."Well, Camila is doing great." I replied."So, any thing for tonight? Like, the usual job thing?""Not really. She's actually on duty only on weekends." I replied. Raising an eyebrow, I glared questionably at her. "You're beginning to find Camila interesting, aren't you?""Well," She shrugged her shoulders. "What can I say? Of course, I do.""It's just a night you got to find out about her, trust me, she isn't as easy going as you think." I tried to convince her but it seems her likeness for Camila is just there."Those are the kind of people I love to mingle with. The crazy badass bitches. Trust me.""So, what about me?" I asked, wanting to know what she thinks about me since her likeness
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
He chuckled, his Adam's apple moved up and down. "Why would you say that?" He asked."Why would you say that?" I asked back."Nothing.""Nothing?" I chuckled. "Well, mine is nothing too.""Do you have to say every thing I say?"I shrugged my shoulders. "Do you want me to give you an answer when it's already obviously clear why I had said that?""Maybe I just need you to elaborate a little bit. I'm stressed out, I don't have the brain to think about it right now."I smirked. "Then tell me, why did you say that? Is it because of Micheal? The guy I danced with on the stage?" I elaborated, more like a question.First, he smiled. Then he answered, "No."I smirked again. "You aren't just good at being jealous, Mr Kimber, you're a pretty good liar too."He was quiet, staring at me thoughtfully. "You know, we can just have a seat and discuss like any one else would rather than staring at each other in this position." I said, interrupting his thoughts."Yeah, sure. Let's have a seat then." We
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
Camila's Pov"Can we just stop... please." I said as Mr Ramirez tried to take off my panties."What's wrong, princess, why the change of mind?" He asked, concerned. "I thought you were enjoying this as much as I am.""Yes, I was, but not any more." I bluntly said. Thankfully, my phone began to ring. I checked the caller, it was Mr Kimber calling. "I have to answer this." I said, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door closed."Hey," I said, trying to make my voice sound good. "Good evening." I greeted."Evening." I replied. "I came to the clubhouse, but Mrs Mills said you weren't feeling better so I thought I should just check on you.""Thanks.""How do you feel now? Have you taken drugs?" I was holding myself from crying. "Yes, I just did that a few minutes ago. I'm getting a little better now. Thanks for your concern.""Why is your voice cracking? Are you crying?""No. No, I'm not. It's just... I never expected you'd call." He was calm. "I never thought you'd check up on me.
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
Kimber's PovI laid on my bed, I'll admit I can't stop thinking about my conversation with Delilah. She might look young but she's smart at what she does, not to talk of the fact that she reminds me of some one I know. Some one I have met, most especially, she is some one so dear to me.I still couldn't shake off the thoughts from my mind as it kept coming in a thousand fold. Her words about expressing my feelings and giving it a chance had struck a chord within me, leaving me contemplating whether or not I should go ahead with admitting my feelings. Or, is it too early to do so?What would be her reaction when I tell her? Will she hate me for it? Will she think I'm only trying to play her and then leave like any other man would do? Could it be that she is into another guy already?Damn! Why do I feel hot because of this?I went into the bathroom to take a shower, to get my body warmed up, to understand my feelings and know what exactly it is I want. I let the cold water fall freely