Camilla's POV His head whipped to the side from the impact of the slap. Everything was quiet, I still refuse to look at him but I know he is angry just from how his breathing changed.He dragged me to the car without saying a word and I didn't fight him this time. I was expecting a retaliation, a shouting fit or a warning but none came.He was staring at me, I could feel it but I didn't give him the satisfaction of meeting his eyes. What surprised me the most was how calm and collected he was.“Talk to me.” He grabbed my hands in his, stroking me.His voice was so calm to the extent I didn't even know why I was angry in the first place. Was it jealousy? Or was it the fact that he uses females and dumps them whenever he feels like it.‘yes! That's why I was angry. And I am still angry.’Snatching my hands from his hold, I trudged back to the driver's side, turned to look at him. “Are you coming or what?”He strolled towards me, dragged me to the passenger side and pushed me in, he wen
Camilla's POV ‘Uff, that was mind-blowing. Better than the orgasms I have had in the past.’I rummage through my closet for something to wear. I settled for a baggy trouser and a hoodie. I walked downstairs to see him talking on the phone. I checked my time to see that it's afternoon already. No wonder, I was starving. I dug in my food and was literally inhaling it because of how hungry I am.He finished his call and also ate his food while I was waiting for him to finish. My phone started ringing too.I checked it and saw that it was a number I am not familiar with. I decided not to pick it since I don't know who is calling. But the caller didn't relent and kept calling. “Won't you pick it?” “It's no one important, what do you have to say? I want to go back to my room.”“It's clearly not someone not important. What will you be doing in your room anyway?”“I…..” My phone started ringing again and he gave me a look that said ‘I told you so.’I picked it. “Hello? Who is this?”I hea
Camilla's POV I don't know when exactly mom would be landing but I made sure to set a timer that would wake me up in 5 hours time. That would be seven fifty.I felt something rub off me, I brushed it off without paying attention to it but it carried on and I had no choice but to swat it away. And that's when I heard a yelp.My eyes opened instantly on alert while I was scanning the room in a panic mode. Boom, that thing attacked me on my bed.We started wrestling, I was screaming and she was screaming too. ‘oh wait, it's a she. And the voice sounds exactly like my mom's.’I stopped wrestling her so I could see her face. “mom?” I asked in disbelief.She was laughing at me. “Yes, honey. I wanted to surprise you but you ended up getting scared but your face was hilarious.”She dragged me out of my bed and I reluctantly followed her. We stood in front of the mirror and damn! She was right. I looked like I had just had an encounter with a ghost.“Mom…” I whine“I know baby, I am sorry but
Camilla's POV We found a boot and I sat at the farther corner because I didn't want to see anyone. A waiter came to our table to take the orders. I noticed her upper button on her blouse was open. She started flirting with Andrew like we didn't exist there. “Hey handsome, what would you like to order?” She asked him with her boobs almost in his face. He didn't even spare her a glance. He turned to Mom. “ You guys can order.” I can tell the waitress was embarrassed from the shade of red on her cheek. “Young lady, what's your name?” My mom asked her. Not Andrew but the waitress was also surprised by the question.I inwardly groaned because only I know the lecture that will follow that name asking. “Mom, please…..” she raised her hand, stopping me from saying anything.“Bianca, ma'am.” “Hmmm, Bianca.” Ohhh shit’s about to go downnnnn.“You know if you were my daughter, this wouldn't be funny. I will make sure you regret this day for the rest of your life. How do you think your mother
Camilla's POV I met mom in the living room today speaking on the phone, she summoned me over when she spotted me.I walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek. She made a motion with her hand that I should give her a minute. I sat down carefully listening to her conversation and from what I could pick up and the name I heard. I think she was speaking with my father's family.The last I heard of them was during my dad's funeral. They never call to check up on me so I wonder why they would be calling now.She hung up after a few minutes. I was staring at her intently, she rolled her eyes when she noticed. “What now, Camilla?”“Well who's that?” “Don't worry about it, it's no one important.” She left the living room and I rushed after her. We sat at the dining table, I shut up when Aaren started bringing the dishes.We exchanged pleasantries before she went back to the kitchen to bring the rest. “It's not nobody, Mom.”She sighed. “Camilla, I don't want you to stress yourself about
Camilla's POV Mom made a beeline for the door that leads to the pool. While calling out my name. “I will be waiting for you by the pool.” She yelled, grabbing the door handleI heaved a sigh when she slipped through the door. The maid came out to clear the table when she saw me and Andrew still sitting. “I want to clear the table.” She informed us still standing waiting for a go ahead.“Sure, go ahead.” I nodded at her while Andrew didn't even say anything as he left the dining room. My heart was still racing from our make out session earlier. My lips are still tingling and my insides are warm. I don't know why I always get this sensation anytime we are intimate. This feeling should be wrong but I want it to be right and sometimes I had hoped he wasn't my brother. Things would have been different. He came downstairs again and went straight to the garage. I wanted more of him, against my better judgment. I followed him to the garage. His head came up from what he was doing at the so
Camilla's POV After I took a shower, I dressed quickly so I can go meet my mom by the pool because I know she might already be looking for me.I wonder what Andrew's doing, a heavy feeling set on my heart about what happened between us a while ago. I feel like I gave him a go ahead to do whatever he wants to do after promising myself not to have anything to do with him. My mind wanders back to Brielle and how he treated her the last time they met. I feel pity for her even though I am not supposed to because I feel like she deserves anything she gets for settling for a Playboy like him.‘but didn't you settle also? He just fingered you earlier so you are no different than her.’ my mind shot back at me in spite.That's not true, I tried to get rid of any bad thoughts but they kept coming back. But I didn't settle, whatever we are doing. There's no emotion attached. Or so I thought. I already know I was lying to myself that I don't have any feelings for him.I mean all the times I trie
Camilla's POV She still didn't believe that I had been practicing because I also beat her when playing cards which she also accused that I cheated.So I asked her to select a game of her choice so we could play. She suggested water guns and swimming competition. I chose water gun. She called the same maid from earlier to get them for her.We started playing while hiding in the well trimmed bushes surrounding the pool. We played till we were tired and sweaty. We got inside the pool and Mom started swimming. But I was just soaking in the water because it's warm.Mom stopped swimming after her body became whiter. She went back to finish her book and I followed suit but I was operating my phone. I checked my W******p to see if there's any message not that I am expecting any but it doesn't hurt to check.But to my surprise, I got tons of messages from different numbers and I was also added to a group chat, I checked who add me and it was Sheila f*****ng Hansen. That bitch doesn't take a h
Camilla's POV I made sure to lock my door, then hit my bed not bothering to change, even though I slept all the way through California and I still need more sleep. My eyes droop and I let my body take over. Andrew's POV She left the dining table angrily and she didn't even turn when I was calling her. She's definitely angry. I rack my brain for something I said that made her angry but I couldn't come up with anything.I left the dining table and headed upstairs. Her room was my first stop, after knocking for five times and no response. I held onto the handle trying to open the door but it won't budge. It dawned on me that she locked it.I started struggling to force it but it's not working. “Camilla, Camilla.” The door jiggled from the pressure as I kept on yelling her name but no response.Maybe she's doing it on purpose, I know she can hear me.My ringing tone halted me from what I was doing. I checked and it was f****ng Brielle. Ohhh for the love of God. Can't she take a hint?
Camilla's POV We got to the airport and Andrew was telling me how he had planned a surprise for me but the artist guy ruined it.“Well, what is the surprise?” I asked him, to know if I can convince him to go back so we can do the surprise.“It doesn't matter now because we are going back home.” He tried to brush it off but I am not having it.“Just tell me, alright? If it's worth going back for, then we will go back and why didn't you tell me earlier?”He looked amused by my question, I don't get what's amusing about it. “If I had told you then it won't be a surprise anymore and we are not going back.”With the tone he said that— I know I can't convince him. “Alright, we are not going back but you have to tell me what it is.”He held the small of my back, pushing me to get inside the plane, a male attendant greeted us. And I turned to Andrew, looking at him in question.He dragged me to my seat, placing me in a cubicle that looks like a room but it's not. And that's when I noticed, th
Camilla's POV After what he said, the silence in the car was deafening and I could cut through it with a knife.The driver came back with the food, and handed it to Andrew through the divider. We started eating in silence. I focused on my food till I was done. I was also thankful that he didn't press more on the conversation.He also finished eating just in time for the driver to inform us that we've reached our destination. I looked down at my outfit and I just felt self conscious. “Do you need to change?” Andrew asked, as he was also eyeing my already squeezed outfit.“Yes, can you wait for me outside. You can come back in when I am done.” He nodded and stepped out of the car. I start doing light makeup while still pondering on what to wear.He opened the door again and handed me a set of clothes and shoes. I held it up to inspect it. It was a maroon dress, with a back open and a slit that runs up to my thighs. The shoe was also maroon and it fit.I changed into it asap, and stepp
Camilla's POV We settle down and buckle up just like the captain instructed, but what running through my head right now is when he referred to us as Mr and Mrs Reynolds. Andrew was still staring at me expecting me to say something. I didn't know what to feel or say to him, I mean on one hand mom's angry because I didn't tell her I was going anywhere and that's his fault. But on the other hand, he's apologizing and I can't stay angry at him.I always wonder why, and it hits me like a rock, my eyes growing the size of a saucer as realization dawns on me. I AM IN LOVE WITH ANDREW FREAKING REYNOLDS. ohhhh my goodness. “Here, let me help you.” His voice broke me out of my reverie, I looked up to see that he's offering me his hand.I took it and he helped me up, we moved to the door, he pressed some buttons and it started descending. We walked out of the plane and a car was waiting for us.I remember our luggage, and was about to ask Andrew for it but he beat me to it, “they will take ca
Andrew's POV I watched her as she drifted off to sleep, I smiled as my eyes trailed down to her lips. I inch closer and peck them a little. My little trouble maker.I finished my glass and poured another one while I played a game on my phone to kill time. Talking about time; we have been traveling for two hours now and Camilla is fast asleep.What amazes me with her is she doesn't even get tired of sleeping. I saw the attendant coming from my peripheral sight. I focused on my phone not wanting to have any discussion with her.“Sir, do you need anything?” I looked up to her, staring at her from head all the way to her neck before my eyes landed on her shirt that's unbuttoned down to her bra and her boobs were visible. She's wearing a black bra. She cleared her throat which got my attention.“What are you trying to do? Huh?” She starts fidgeting under my scrutinizing gaze, not being able to answer.“Trying to seduce me?” She licks her lips, casting a glance at Camilla's sleeping figur
Camilla's POV “What do you want to know?” His question came as a surprise because I thought he would lash out because of how silent he was.I turned to face him, tucking my legs under one another, “I don't know; anything you would want me to know.”He did just like I did, tucking his legs on one another, before he started talking. “My mother left when I was eight, it's been me and my dad all along, I still don't understand why she did —-,” he sigh and was silent for few seconds before he continues, “last I heard of her, she got married to her lover and that's like seven years ago.”“ That's where my lack of trust stems from because no one would love you for real but because of what you can offer them so I choose to use them just like they used me.” “My dad has been in and out of relationships but most of the women mostly want him for his money and not him. Your mom has been the only one who hasn't shown that trait.” His eyes were filled with tears as he blinked and bit hard on his l
Camilla's POV The sun peeking through my window woke me up, I threw the duvet off me, yawning before my eyes caught sight of the wall clock reading five PM isshh, I jumped down from my bed and rushed to the bathroom for a quick shower. I came out of the bathroom and walked straight to my closet to get something on. I settled for a white floral dress, that's just above my knees before grabbing my phone and walking downstairs. I checked Andrew's room but he's not there so I figured he would be downstairs.But when I got down, he wasn't there either, wondering where he might have gone. I decided to explore the whole house. My first stop was the backyard when Andrew said the maid was residing. The mansion was indeed a big one because just the building at the back was a huge one. A maid I don't recognize stepped out but she stopped in her tracks, eyeing me suspiciously.I shyly waved at her but she rushed back inside and came back with Aaren, the chef. Who smiled when she saw it was me.
Camilla's POV I took a long shower, allowing the warm water to hit my whole body, soaking my sensitive part. I was afraid of touching myself down there.After I was done, I dried myself and walked to my closet. I wore a hoodie and bum shot before arranging my bed, my eyes landed on Max as I recall what happened. Diving into my bed, I got comfortable before searching for my phone. I found it under the bed and I saw a ton of missed calls from Mom. I called back but she wasn't picking so I kept it closer to know when she called again.I remembered the tickets Andrew gave me earlier. I hop down from my bed to check it. I retrieved it from where I kept it and it was a ticket to an art gallery. I was so excited and was about to run to his room when I remembered that he told me to get some sleep. Moreover, the dates on the date and time tickets say it's being held tomorrow. I will thank him later when I see him for dinner.I checked my phone again but there was no call from Mom, keeping th
Camilla's POV I was still resting and already feeling sleepy when Andrew barged into my room. I scrambled up to get something to cover myself. “What the fuck Andrew?” I snapped at him God, forgive me for thinking he has changed cause he is clearly still the same. What am I thinking?He was staring at me amused and he went on to tease me, “What? I have seen everything. What are you trying to hide?”My fist clenched in anger. “No, you have not seen anything and this should be the last time you are barging into my room without knocking, to think I thought you've changed but you are still the same.” “Well, technically people don't change so easily so— I am still me. The same person that wants to bend you over the reading table and have you say my name over and over again as I finally claimed you as mine.” The look on his face as he said that did something to my inside as I felt my legs turned jelly and my stomach flustered with a burning sensation. How can just his words affect me like