Camila
“What?” Megan and Bianca ask in unison.
“Why would someone give you money? Ten thousand bucks?” Megan asks again, now sitting beside me on the couch with brows draw in together.
We’ve been friends since we started our freshmen in college. I know they will be surprised because who will just throw ten thousand dollars without a catch?
“Cam, stop zoning out. Why would someone offer you money? For what? Is this some kind of scam? Are you going to sell drugs as payment or...” Bianca’s eyes widen in shock. “Is he going to pay you for sex?” She’s already sitting on the coffee table, gripping my knees.
“Will you two stop overreacting. I did not accept the offer.”
They both sigh in relief.
“I mean I haven’t thought and decided, yet.”
They exchange a look—a look as if I’m losing my goddamn mind.
“What’s that supposed to mean, Camila Leigh?” Megan asks.
“It’s huge cash, and I can buy a car, you know.”
It’s disappointing because I am considering his offer, but it feels like I’m selling my soul to the devil if I am going to take it. I’m afraid Kyland will find out where the money comes from. How am I going to tell him?
“Cam, start talking. You’re killing us here. I have millions of ideas spinning in my brain right now. Spill it.” Bianca stands up, shoots me a glare, and crosses her arms over her chest.
“Never mind, forget about it,” I say, waving off my hand to cut this nonsense topic.
They groan in annoyance.
“No, you’re not just going to tell us to forget about it, Cam. Now, you’re going to tell us or I will ask Kyland and let him ask you instead. Your choice.”
I roll my eyes to Megan’s warning. Kyland will forever lock me in the dungeon if they will say a word about this.
Why do I even start this topic in the first place? Why am I so tempted with that prick’s offer?
I was beyond angry when he offered me. I feel so cheap like a whore. I wanted to punch him, but he might sue me if I will hit his gorgeous face again.
Ugh!
I just say his gorgeous. Well, he’s undeniably gorgeous, but he’s still a jerk.
“Okay, just calm down.”
“Just tell us already,” Megan says and stands beside Bianca.
“He offered me for a Boudoir photoshoot with him.”
“Who?” my friends ask in unison. They look more curious than ever.
“Pyke,” I say quietly.
“Pyke!” They yell into my face with wide eyes.
I startle to their reactions. Does this mean they know him?
“How did you meet him? Did you happen to have sex with him? I heard he’s huge.” Megan giggles.
“Oh, my god, Megan. Get a grip.” Bianca sits down and elbows her.
Bianca is beautiful with a gorgeous hourglass figure, blonde hair, and blue eyes. She’s brokenhearted once. Her boyfriend broke up with her after taking her virginity. He just wanted to win a bet by sleeping with Bianca in less than a month. It was too late when she found out, and the news spread already all over the campus, and she was beyond humiliated—that was when she decided to not go out on a date again.
“Just saying you know, it’s not bad to fantasize.”
“He’s a whore for God’s sake, Meg,” I tell her.
“How did he offer?” Bianca focuses her eyes on me.
I tell them how I first met Pyke and how I lost my phone.
“He gave me a phone, and I was so tempted to take it because, duh! It’s the latest iPhone model. I can afford to buy, but I will not spend my money on that. I still have no luck in finding a job. I can’t let Kyland do all the groceries every day now I can find a decent job.” I huff in disappointment. Until now nobody calls me for an interview.
Why am I so poor? I will pamper myself if I will get a job soon. I need to buy a new wardrobe, too. I was thinking of buying something special for Aunt Carissa. My shoulders sag at the thought of not happening anytime soon.
“Why did you not take the phone?” Megan asks, smiling.
“Because he thinks Cam agrees to do a photoshoot with him.” Bianca rolls her eyes to Megan.
“No, he thought it was his fault that I lost my phone,” I say slowly.
“He feels guilty,” Megan giggles. We shoot her a glare.
“Ugh! He’s hot.” She grins sheepishly. She’s right Pyke is living in every woman’s fantasy.
“How do you know him?” I ask inquisitively.
“Never heard of him? Ever?” Megan asks, cocking her brow on me. “He’s Kyland’s boss for years, and you’ve never met him?”
I shake my head. “Kyland will never allow me to go to the club where he works. He never invited me to meet his friends either.”
That’s right. He’s overprotective and doesn’t want to be a bad influence for me. He wants me to finish college without heart troubles. He didn’t tell me I wasn’t allowed to have a boyfriend, but I chose not to.
“Shut it, Meg. She’s a good cousin unlike you, you knew everyone who has a dick.” Bianca snorts.
I laugh. “If it’s Charlie Hunnam’s dick, why not?”
“He’s too old for you,” Bianca disagrees.
“But not his dick,” I reply.
We burst into laughter.
“So, are you considering his offer?” Bianca asks, suddenly turns serious like a big sister.
I take a moment of silence, catching in the middle of considering his offer or turning it down.
“What is he going to do with those photos is the million-dollar question?” Meg asks.
“I’m not against it, Cam. Don’t get me wrong, it’s an art, but why you?” Bianca brows meet.
I shrug. I don’t know the reason either.
“Why not her? She’s a bombshell. She has tits that you begrudged, a pair of long toned legs that could run miles, luscious lips, and not to mention a great ass better than J-lo.” Meg pointed at my body. “Look at her?”
I roll my eyes with her exaggeration. “Meg, B, I’ll think about it. It’s tempting, you know, but I still have three weeks to re-think over and decide. If I will tell him early he will give me the first half of the money.”
“Wow! He’s that serious, huh?” B asks, but she doesn’t look surprised.
“Maybe he likes you girl, he never dated though. I doubt if he offered everyone he banged,” Meg says.
“Well, he doesn’t have to, they will be glad to do it. Pyke didn’t bang Cam, did he?” B asks her.
“What if he will use it against me? I mean some kind of a revenge plot for what I did to him.”
B and Meg laugh at me.
“Seriously? Kyland will kick his ass. Friend or boss, or not, your cousin will not let it go. That guy treats you like a baby sister. I think Pyke likes you as his model. I’ve seen photos like that, and they’re amazing. They’re full of passions, sexy, and sensual,” Bianca says.
“What he’s going to do with it? Sell it to the highest bidder? Hang it on his bedroom wall? Display it at the art gallery?” Meg asks.
“Why not? It will be a beautiful, Meg,” Bianca answers.
“So, should I take it?” I ask looking at them.
They nod.
“That’s a lot of money, and maybe an automotive design is not a good career path for you,” Meg answers.
“And a nude model is my career?” I ask her, arching my brow.
“A model, not a nude model, bitch!” she answers.
“Let’s start the movie, shall we?” Il
“Not until you’ll answer if you sleep with him or not,” Bianca says.
“Do tell, and I want deets,” Meg agrees.
“I told you, we only met three times.”
Their eyes almost pop out from each socket.
“Three times!” they yell at me.
I roll my eyes. “Seriously, you’re giving me early heart problems.”
“I don’t believe in you nothing happened in that three times.” Meg snorts.
“Meg, I don’t think she will just hump Pyke because he’s hot,” Bianca tells her.
Meg laughs. “Did you just agree with me that Pyke is hot?”
“Yeah, now stop laughing at me.”
“So, are you done despising men, Ms. Men-are-assholes-and-will-die-with-priapism?” Meg is still laughing at her.
I can’t help but laugh with them.
“It’s Pyke that we’re talking about,” she finally agrees.
“I know, right?”
“Wow, look at our little-goody-Cammy-soon-will-pop-her-cheery,” Meg tells Bianca while looking at me, waggling her brows.
“Oh, please not to Pyke. He doesn’t deserve your hymen, Cam. I doubt if he will go easy on you, and if he will gonna have sex with a virgin,” Bianca says.
My face heats with embarrassment. I can’t say anything anymore.
“Who says she’s still a virgin? You may not know what she did in high school, B.”
I stay silent while they’re talking about my sex life like I’m not around. I feel ashamed of myself of not having a sexual experience. I feel disappointed at the same time if Pyke doesn’t want a virgin partner.
Why do I feel disappointed? It’s not that we have to have sex while we are posing for the photoshoot, right? Oh, my God!
“What?” they ask. Did I say it out loud?
“What?” I ask back.
“You just say Oh, my God,” Bianca answers.
“Oh, I should pretend like we’re enjoying in bed, right?” I ask, demanding answers from them.
They nod.
“Do we have to be both nude?”
“It depends,” Bianca answers.
I cover my face with my hands and shake my head simultaneously.
“I don’t think I can do it,” I declare.
“Do what?”
My body freezes when I hear a voice from the door.
“Kyland,” Meg calls my cousin.
“Hey, how are my angels?” Kyland asks cheerfully, touching my shoulder, “You okay, Cam?”
I tilt my head and nod.
“Oh, hey!”
My friends gasp, and my head jerks to the voice at my back.
“Pyke?”
PYKEFor the first time, Kyland invites me to his apartment—the same apartment he’s sharing with Camila. Just the thought of her makes me edgy.She turned me down again, twice in a row now. Okay, four times in a row.She turned me down in a threesome. Honestly, that was a dick move. Secondly, when I met her at the coffee shop. Thirdly, she refused to take the phone that I bought for her. I’m not bribing her into accepting my last offer. I just feel guilty for lying. She didn’t take the bait when I offer her some cash. I can’t decide if I s
CamilaHe’s not bad as I thought he was, but still, the flirtiness and cockiness are his best charms. He doesn’t leave me alone without a single remark. He’s also funny and cheerful.I want to consider his offer, and he’s right, it’s only a one-time photoshoot then I will have ten thousand bucks in my account.“What took you two so long?” Kyland asks as I place three boxes of pizza into our small granite kitchen island.“I’m sorry, man. We bumped into Xandry at the pizzeria,” Pyke answers, placing two plastic bags beside the pizza boxes.“Why did you not invite him over?”“I didn’t bother him. What is he doing in the neighborhood anyway?” Pyke smirks that something the two of them will understand.“Uh, I got it,” Kyland murmurs.My brows meet, but I remain silent. I start opening the cupboard to take some plates, then I w
PYKE“What the fuck was all about back there, Xandry?” I grab his front shirt and push him against the wall strong enough that knocks the air out of his lungs. What he did in front of Camila is unacceptable.“Whoa! Calm down. I was just messing with you.” He raises his hands up.We’ve been like brothers since we were just kids. If he ever crosses the line again I will not think twice to punch him and break a bone or two of his face. Thank, God, he got the message that I’m trying to send him back there.Taking a deep breath, I release him.“I was not gratified with what you did back there. She could’ve had suspected what was that all about.” I release an exasperating sigh.“So, that’s her, huh?” He cocks his brow and curves his lips into an infuriating smirk. His words give a painful lurch in my stomach.“Don’t, Xandry,” I warn him.
CamilaA week passed like a blur. Pyke did his promise pulling out his connection for my job. I did a job interview yesterday at the GhostRides Customs Shop. It ranked second in New York Auto Magazine last year. Their customers are mostly celebrities and rich kids.Mr. Aaron Gray, the owner, and CEO of the shop who interviewed me is around Pyke’s age or maybe a few years older, but he’s also a good-looking guy with chocolate brown hair and hazel eyes. His build is a little bulkier than Pyke, and a few inches shorter than him.Why am I comparing them?To my dismay, Pyke didn’t reply to my text after sending him a thank you message. I know it’s not a big deal for him. I just can’t help but feel a little disappointed. My finger itches to dial his number since he already programmed his number in my phonebook.I haven’t decided on t
PYKECamila’s eyes mesmerize as we walk inside the showroom of the annual New York Sports Car Show. Car enthusiasts start inspecting the different car models—either customized and debut ones.“Oh, my God, Pyke! A McLaren 570s coupé race-bred dynamics with a 3.8 litre, twin-turbocharger technology, V-eight cylinder engine with a seven-speed transmission, constructed with carbon fiber with a maximum speed of 124mph in 9.5 seconds.” Her hand grips my left arm tighter in excitement.I smile.“Don’t you know that Bruce McLaren was a race car designer, engineer, and an inventor? At age of 14 he started joining in a racing competition,” she adds enthusiastically.There is nothing else sexier than a woman who’s fond of cars.Cameras flash in every corner of this huge venue. From TV to magazine reporters are conducting their interviews with the new endorser of the Jaguar F-
CamilaIt takes all my strength and courage as I step forward, reach up, and tiptoe to close the gap between Pyke and me. I tug his hair, clinging into him. Pressing my lips into his soft and slightly parted lips as he gasps in surprise. I brush my lips across him in a tentative motion. To my dismay, he’s not kissing me back.Crap!I release his hair from my grip, taking a step back.“Is that all you’ve got, Camila?” His deep voice turns raspier, huskier, and even sexier.My gaze pin on his blue-gray orbs, holding me captive and hypnotizing me. His eyes sparkle and his pupils dilate. My heart goes gallop when I feel his hand sliding on my waist, pulling me closer to him. A small whimper escapes from me.Before I can breathe, his lips are already crashing against mine, kissing me passionately. My eyes flutter closed, and I find myself kissing him back, making our li
PYKEReluctantly, I pull my arm that has been draped around Camila’s waist. A grin spread on my lips, and I pause when she stirs. I don’t want to wake her up until I do my plan.I never thought that last night was the best night of my life. I’ve had sex with many women—they were all incredible, but there’s something about Camila, and what’s between me and her is incomparable—our connections—it’s weird but I am starting to like it now I know the feeling of being with her.The sex was unbelievably amazing—perfect.I’ve never spent a night with a woman, but last night all I wanted was to hug her tight in my arms, spooned her until we fell asleep.I slowly drag myself out of her bed, tiptoeing and picking up my clothes scattered on the floor. I grab the keys from her dresser and walk out of her bedroom.After wearing my clothes, I quick
CamilaWatching him go hurts, but knowing him leaving angry breaks me. What we had last night was beyond my expectations. He respected me and took care of me even we both knew it was a no-repeat.He refused to go when I told him it was okay—he chose to say, but he betrayed me. He thought I was so naive and unaware of what was this all about.“Be right back, I need to use the restroom.” I stand up, taking the purse with me.“Don’t stay long. We have an appointment,” Megan reminds me.Last week she booked a spa package for me. It includes deep tissue massage, peppermint foot scrub, seaweed facial, mani/pedi treatment, and waxing. I’m a little bit nervous about waxing when she mentioned that it hurts like hell. I used to shave my bikini line, and it always itches and grows faster than in another area.“I need to pee.” I roll my eyes.
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