PYKE
“Camila, what are you doing here?” Seeing her looks broken makes me want to kill that bastard. I don’t know why I ignored Bash’s warning about Gray. Now, I’m blaming myself for what happened to her.
“Can I come in?” Her voice wheezes.
Her bloodshot and puffy eyes flash with sadness. She looks like she cried all day. She puts a misty pink scarf around her neck to hide her bruise, and a carnation pink gloss on her lips. She’s only wearing a simple red shirt and tight black jeans under her brown cashmere coat, but still, she manages to allure me.
“Does Wright know you’re coming?”
She lowers her gaze down. I don’t even know why I bother asking, of course, Kyland won’t allow her to see me again.
“You should be on bed rest. Your throat is not healed yet. The last thing you should do is to be here. Let me drive you home, Babe.”
“I don’t want to stay at home, Pyke. I’m gonna be insane,” she says, playing t
CamilaMy heart leaps from my chest as I walk directly to the wall with wobbly legs. My body is still vibrating to the last intense kiss we did moments ago.I just follow what he asked me to do, not knowing what he has in mind. I made the longest shower in history to erase the traces of that bastard’s touch on my skin. I feel disgusted with myself, and loathe him at the same time.Pyke moves close to me in a slow and sensuous saunter with pure male and dominance. ”Babe, are you sure about this?”“What are we gonna do here?” I almost whisper. My voice trembles at the anticipation of he might press me against this glass wall and kiss me again.“Just trust me, Babe,” he answers with a tense jaw, eyes pin on me like a hawk, but with a glint of excitement and lust.My eyes widen.Is he—?“Don’t go in there. I’m not gonna hang you upside do
PYKEAfter our post-orgasmic bliss, I snuggle Camila into my arms and tangle my legs with hers while we share the small space on the couch.I’m not used to cuddling a woman after sex—no pillow talk. Oddly, it feels good to just rest for a while without bother running away. This is my second time with her, yet, it still excites like the first time.“You okay?” I ask her when she seems so silent.Her brows knit as if in deep thoughts. She lifts up her chin and nods. Her glassy stare locks mine. She looks magnificent wearing a post-orgasmic look.“I should really go, Pyke.” She sighs heavily, taking my hands off that wrap around her petite body.My body suddenly stiffens. That’s the last thing I think will come from her mouth. She came to my apartment and literally begged for me to have sex with her, and now she’s leaving.“Stay, Babe. I’ll send you home tomorrow,” I say slowly, ki
Camila“What do you mean you’re dropping the complaint?” Kyland rebukes as soon as the word drop leaves my mouth.I sit on the couch, ignoring his sharp voice and eyes blazing like a torch. When Pyke told me who Aaron Gray is, I know I’m going to be under public scrutiny. Pyke was not happy though. Nevertheless, he didn’t argue about it. I’ve no doubt when he said he will stand by my side if I’ll change my mind.“Are you listening to me, Camila? Why are you going to do that? Did Hughes force you to drop it?” He can literally burn this whole apartment with anger. His face turns red, nostrils are flaring, and hands already balled into fists.“Leave him out of this, Kyland,” Bianca says, cutting the tensions in the room. She takes a seat beside me.“Oh.” He raises his brow. “Are you on that asshole’s side, too?” he asks with sarcasm.“No, Kill, but if Cam decided to drop, then we have to respect it. I know it’s
PYKEI drive at a maximum speed limit all the way to the Wright residence. I know this is going to happen very soon since I opened a can of worms. Now everyone is going to be affected as soon as she’s going to find out what’s her connection to my family.I instantly recognize Dad’s car and the black SUV of his security parked in front of the two-story grey house. I give Dad’s bodyguard a nod of recognition. My brows furrow when I can’t find Camila’s car parked around the area. Did she lie to me about being here?I shove my hands to my black coat due to the icy cold weather and sprint toward the concrete path that leads to the house. Stand on my left is a dark green mailbox with its house number printed on its post.The door screen is already decorated with a red Christmas stocking. I guess the Wright celebrates holidays seriously.I pull the main door wide open since it’s unlocked. This home is very welcoming. I no
CamilaSince I’m not ready to face Aunt Carissa, for now, I agreed to stay with Pyke at the hotel. I still owe them my life even my father’s lawyer paid her to take care of me since birth.I’m still flabbergasted until this moment. I’m in between overwhelmed in finding out the truth about my father and a heartbroken that Aunt Carissa is not related to me by blood. Kill is not my cousin, but my heart says he is to me.“Babe, I let someone bring you some clothes. You’re freezing, I think you need a hot shower.” Pyke cups my face to give me a quick kiss. I can’t help but close my eyes and feel his warm skin on my face that gives me relief.I nod glumly, sighing shakily. “Thanks for being here. I really don’t know what to do if you didn’t come to follow me.” I take his hand, squeeze it, and rub his knuckles.“I promise you that I will never leave you alone, Camila. I know this is still shocking to you, but I’m so glad
PYKECamila sobs even in her sleep as I cuddle her all night. I wish I can take those pains away, especially that I’m one of the reasons why she’s in pain right now. Guilt is consuming me slowly and painfully.I always see her as a happy woman who doesn’t care about the world’s problem, but since that incident, she’s been silent and tried to mask her emotions most of the time and pretended to be fine. I missed her irritating banter and her infuriating mouth. My heart aches every time I see her so sad, and I can’t do anything.We drive back to the city early in the morning after our breakfast to meet my dad and her father’s lawyer.Atty. Timothy Sanders Jr. reads the last will and testament of late Cameron King II. The lawyer is in his early forties, medium build, wearing a fancy black tailored suit. He took over his father’s legacy who happened to be the former lawyer of Camila’s father, and my dad trusts him to take car
CamilaPyke’s body goes rigid. His eyes suddenly widen and his handsome face turns white. His hand was squeezing my waist stronger that his fingers might leave a mark on my skin.“Well, look at you now, Pykie.” A voluptuous brunette of around mid-thirties walks closer to us. She’s a few inches taller than me, has a sun-kissed skin or she’s probably from southern California. She’s wearing a white dress that hugs her curves perfectly. Her hair is curled in large waves, but what catches my attention is her icy sapphire blue eyes staring at me with an angry glare that could slice me in two.“Who’s this girl?” she asks, emphasizing the word girl with disdain, but Pyke is still shocked to respond.I grab his sweaty hand, squeezing it, then I take a deep breath and smile sweetly at whoever is this bitch in front of us, perhaps, she’s Pyke’s ex-fuck buddy.“Oh, hi, I’m Camila King.” I offer my hand for a handshake. I silen
PYKEI stare blankly at the glass wall where I made love to Camila. My apartment is dead silent, and the only thing I can hear is my own constant sighing. It’s even difficult to breathe when my only companion is my guilt over her. One night, I sleep at the hotel since this place reminds me of her. I admit I got it fucking bad.Camila wasn’t supposed to find it out that way, but it’s too late to blame myself for that. That bitch screwed up everything—from my life to my future with Camila.What am I gonna do now?You’re not good at following rules, Pyke, now what stopping you?My brain still functions I guess.My holiday didn’t go as I planned—I fucked up. Even my family seemed to notice me zoning out a lot. I found them exchanging glances, but they didn’t pry me though. I guess, they got the answers on their own.I sent her messages and my Christmas gifts, but not a single reply from her
PYKEA year and a half later...It’s funny to watch my wife, yes, my wife fidgeting and constantly blowing a breath. This is her first major project. I can’t be any prouder of her as I watch her work hard in her growing 4x4 Gear.Her engineers and designers worked hard every day and night to perfect their design. I awed when I saw the graphic design she showed me when I visited her at her office.“Relax, Babe. You will get the deal, trust me.” I squeeze her trembling hand.They had a few proposals but had been turned down, said it was already on the market, but Camila never gave up and worked harder to make it more advanced and unique to attract the auto market.“You’re pretty confident,” she says, squeezing my hand back.“I am, and your project is just perfect. Trust me, you and your team did a great job. And I’m so proud of you.”“I didn’t get the deal yet, Love.”“No matter what their decis
PYKE“Babe, I don’t think this is a good time.” The bolt of electricity sends through my cock when Camila strokes me through my bulge. I can come in my jeans if she will continue stroking me just the way I like it.“And why is that?” She seductively bites her bottom lip. She knows exactly I can’t say no to her.“We’ll gonna be late for Levi’s game, you know that,” I say, trying to distract myself but fail so when she begins to unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans.“This won’t take long, trust me, Love,” she says confidently, pushing my jeans and boxers down to my knees.My hard and thick cock springs freely. Camila quickly down on her knees, making my cock jerks with anticipation. This is not her first time, but still, it excites me considering she sucks like a pro.God help me.I grab the edge of the dresser for support as I watch her teasing me. She grabs the base of my cock, stroking it slowl
PYKEParker and Xandry are holding their abdomen and throwing their heads back at the sofa as they laugh like idiots. I shake my head in amusement and also of annoyance while watching them laughing at me. The entire house is filled with their barks of laughter.I’m glad that Xandry visited me and apologized to Camila. I forgave him, and there’s no reason to dwell on the past since I have Camila in my life now.My phone chimes in my grasp, a confirmation of my order I did online a few minutes ago. And the reason why the two idiots laugh their asses out at me.As promised, Parker reminds me that I fell worse than him. I plead guilty, and I can’t deny it because in less than two months I’m already engaged to Camila, compared to him and Emily of more than a year relationship.“Christ, Pyke! No wonder you punched me like there’s no tomorrow which it hurt like hell by the way. If it wasn’t my fault you got punches from m
CamilaA gasp escapes my lips, stands on my feet when a male voice echoes in the small home. His baritone voice reminds me of his father.An uncertain smile spread across my lips as I watch Levi stops mid-way with a shock on his face. It’s obvious he doesn’t know about our unexpected visit. He drops his backpack to the floor with a thud, then blinks and closes his mouth.His dark chocolate eyes shift gazes between me and Pyke. He has Uncle Levi’s skin, hair, lips, and the shape of his face. At seventeen he’s tall and beefy. He’s wearing his school jersey and faded jeans.I move closer to him with a smile a little too excited. “Oh, my God! You really look like him.” I cup his face, staring at him with awe. I blink back the tears forming in my eyes when I notice his body goes rigid.Levi stays silent, and it bothers me that he might not like me being here—that’s what’s making me fidgety throughout the ride.“Do
PYKEInstead of getting offended, I find myself smiling while Camila is in a deep frown.“I didn’t steal that. And just so you know, I was not proposing.” I release my arms from her, taking a seat in front of the dinner.Her scowl deepens. “So, all those words you’ve said were not actually true? You don’t mean it?”“What do you think?” I ask, provoking her.She blinks, bites her bottom lip, and looks down at the miniature car in her hand.Shit! She’s not gonna cry, isn’t she?“I shouldn’t have believed you, you know,” she mutters.“Come here.” I gesture my hand.She hesitates for seconds.“Sit, Babe.” I look up at her and hold her hands. “I mean every word I said. I can’t live a second without you. Who would have thought I will fall in love one day? But I never regretted falling hard for you. I love you so much, Camila.”I take the car from her hand. “I should’ve let you
CamilaThe doctor allows me to go home since my test results are within a normal range. I’m under stress these couple of days. I finally agree to see a psychologist when the nightmare still keeping me awake almost every night.Pyke is still lying in the hospital bed for two days now. His lungs are filled with smoke. The pulmonologist advised to keep him on assist control breathing to clean up his lungs. And thank God, Kyland didn’t get many injuries besides a little bump on his head—no concussion, a left black-eyed, and split lip caused by that psychopath who pretended to be Pyke’s relative.What happened two nights ago finally convinces me that Pyke is important to me than anything. I keep on denying that I’m only attracted to him rather than facing the fact that I let him into my life because I trust him more than I trust anyone in my life. I sleep with him because I know my body belongs to him—my fate is to be with him. Our
PYKEMy mind is still hazy with mind-blowing orgasm minutes ago to notice my phone is constantly vibrating on the floor.“Pyke, your phone.” My love, Camila squeezes my arm that draped around her waist.“Shush, sleep,” I say between kisses. My cock hardens again into her soft moans as she responses to my light kisses at the back of her neck.“Seriously, Pyke, that could be an emergency,” she groans, sounding irritated.“What the hell they want at this time?” I lift my head to check the clock on her nightstand. “It’s three in the morning, Babe.”She turns her head to face me. “That’s what I mean. Nobody calls at this—”Her words cut off when her phone rings. We both freeze and stare at each other for good seconds.She grabs her phone in a quick motion and looks at the screen. I grab it from her hand when I notice the caller ID. I press the answer button and sits straight. Whoever is this caller mak
Camila“Babe, get some sleep,” Pyke coos. “It’s been a long day.”“Good night, Pyke.” I slip back inside my blanket, feeling a little disappointed.“I’m not going anywhere.” He must have sensed my dismay. Then he says as he runs his fingers through my hair, “I’ll be right here until you fall to sleep.”“I know, but I don’t want you to go even if I fall asleep.” I feel a little bit needy and desperate, but I want Pyke to be by my side right now. “You’ve been far from me for a week. Please stay.”“Are you sure?” he asks almost immediately.My heart flutters to the thought of his excitement of staying beside me tonight. Heat spreads all over my body like a little spark could light up the fire that has been dead for a week.I nod, close my eyes, and move to my side giving him my back. I hear shuffling of his clothes and clinking of metal, probably his belt. A moment later, my bed sinks on my back and Pyke g
PYKE“You’re screwed,” Dad mumbles under his breath.I can’t believe Dad said that word. Sighing helplessly, I shake my head repeatedly as I watch Camila walks away. Megan follows after shooting me a glare.“You need to do something before you will lose her, Pyke,” Dad continues.My head snaps at him. “Do you think I don’t know that? You just worsened the scenario.”“I called you here to explain not to blame me,” Dad whispers through gritted teeth.“Whatever.” I jerk to my feet still glaring at him. Unconsciously, I slow my pace toward the hallway when a soft hand grabs my arm.“Let her get some rest, Pyke—she needs it. Her sleep had been deprived lately,” Issa says, sounding bothered.“Why doesn’t she get a good sleep?” I also noticed the dark circle under her eyes earlier. The most beautiful chocolate eyes I’ve seen are now sorrowful and frightened.“The doctor suggested a therapist, but s