"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 was giving him this look that actually asked if he was for real when he said that. How is that even possible? Like, saying a yes to him is probably gonna get me into my death roll. I might end up losing Mr Kimber in the process.What if he's the kind who hates liars? Yes, my life is all about lies and there's nothing I can do about it.Wearing this same makeup all the time just to cover up isn't gonna save my ass forever. Plus, I'm a student okay, I can't quit school all for some mind-blowing job with an eye catching salary."Thanks, but... I'll just stick to this job instead.""I won't force you."Then don't ask. I mentally said.The rest of the ride was a quiet one. When we got to Abby's apartment, I wasn't worried about Mr Kimber any more, I was more worried about what to tell Abby, to make her stop assuming me as some kinda dirty girl even if I really am a dirty bad girl."Thanks for the ride, good night." I said, opening the door."Why do I feel like we've met some where?" He s
After the class, I followed her to her office. This is almost like the tenth time I have been called into a lecturer's office. I don't want any more detention, I mean... it obviously is too much these days."Shut the door properly." She said strictly, heading towards her desk. She carefully sat on her chair, "So, you've grown wings so soon, huh?" She asked and I stared bluntly at her."I'm talking to a human being and not an animal." She yelled. "I ordered every phone to be turned off yet, you went ahead pressing yours. What were you trying to prove? That I have no right to ask you to drop your phone or what?"She was beginning to sound more like my mom and I hated it. I hated to be talked to like a kid. "I'm sorry, ma'am." I said, not as if it actually came from my heart, but I only wanted her to see that I wasn't actually growing wings like she had said.Moreover, I wanted to get the hell out of her as soon as possible."I will take your apology this time, but when you play stubborn
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
"Have a nice night, sweetheart." Mrs Gwen said, leaving just me and mom alone."What's the matter?" I asked, curious. "Why did she leave so soon?""Well, Mr Kimber is inviting me for a meal with him." She said and I smiled. "So, she had to excuse herself.""You should have left her with me. Now, who's gonna dine with me?""You're also invited for the meal." She said, standing on her feet. "Don't try to act like you aren't interested in the invitation." I wondered if I had blushed so awkwardly for her to have said that. "Let's not keep the boss waiting."I was regretting why I didn't meet the makeup artist when mom insisted. But on second thought, the idea of not going was good. I don't wanna keep looking fake to him, both in Delilah's form and Camila's form.I know being Camila has made a part of my life built with nothing but lies, but being Delilah, I think being who I am counts."Come on, Delilah, you don't have to feel nervous all the time. Mr Kimber isn't a monster you should be
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
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