Camilla's pov"Mom, where is my room?" I ask as I walk into the kitchen of our new home. Mom told me it was a Mansion and I couldn't agree less, every room I walked into was two times larger than our rooms back in New York. I couldn't wait to see my room."I'll show you later but first we need to unpack today and use tomorrow to rest." Mom said and I rolled my eyes."Help me drag the yellow boxes upstairs, Camilla," Mom instructed with a stern look. Mom had a lot of boxes and I couldn't imagine how she always knew which box contained what.I lifted one box dragging it along with me as I followed her to her room."Wow!" "You like it right?" Mom asked and I nodded in approval. Her bedroom wasn't just spacious but exquisite, everything looked expensive, especially the opulent furniture."And who's gushing over me and my wife's bedroom?" I turn to the sound of my stepfather's voice. A male voice inside a house sounded strange as I had lived for fourteen years without a father figure in
Andrew's povHeading towards the house, I noticed a truck parked in our driveway with an SUV beside it. That must be Dad's new wife, I scoff. I couldn't believe Dad when he told me he was going to remarry. The worst thing was he dated this woman for just two months, who does that? I parked my car in the garage and strolled up to the door. I was about to make my way in when I noticed a middle-aged woman with the perfect shape for someone her age in the living room. "Camilla, come down and help your mother," she yells as she lifts some boxes toward the stairs. She looks up and I get a better view of her face. My father usually dates women in their thirties but she looked more like she was in her early forties. She looked hot. I couldn't deny that. She looks at me in confusion before smiling, "Andrew!" I nod in response."I'm Emily," she said smiling.I fake a smile, unwilling to do this introduction thing with her. She reaches in and hugs me before I can protest. It felt warm and s
Camilla's povMom insisted we had lunch together since it was still early, we were done unpacking and Andrew helped me out but he talked more than he helped.We took one lunch pack each containing the food mom ordered from the cafeteria when we entered California.The atmosphere is nice and relaxing as Nicholas tells us numerous stories that send laughter across the room. He started the story of how he met my mother in Paris during one of his tours. My mom has told me this story a million times. I rolled my eyes and I found Andrew doing the same and we both laughed.Even though I hadn't eaten anything tangible today except the muffin we had on the plane, I wasn't hungry for food. However, I'm hungry for someone. I lifted my eyes to see his blue piercing eyes. Andrew had been staring at me the whole time and I wished he could stop because I was dripping wet downstairs.My clit was incredibly wet and all I envisioned was being under his built body on his bed. Why was he this hot? I sque
Camilla's POV: Just as I expected, Mom grounded me for a week because of my little outburst at lunch. It made me incredibly happy because I didn't have to spend the week avoiding my hot stepbrother. His girlfriend came over during one of the nights and I only caught a glimpse of her when she entered the compound. She sure was hot and pretty and looked like the kind of girl Andrew would date, not like me though, the weird introvert who writes. Max, my vibrator, kept me company throughout the time. It was so easy to reach climax as all I needed to do was to imagine myself riding Andrew's huge dick- at least I felt it was huge just like Max. My mom should never find out I used a vibrator or else I was dead. I convinced myself that my sexy fantasy was over because I had not seen him in five days except of course his faint sweet voice when he came down the stairs daily. "Camilla," I lifted my eyes and just then I realized I didn't realize when he knocked so he let himself in. Andrew
Camilla's POV She was just looking at us dumbfounded not saying anything, it's like we all froze because Andrew was still staring at my waist with surprise written all over his face probably he was thinking like. ‘What the fuck is she doing under the sheet with her panties down….. well I am pleasuring myself thinking about you.’ Then back to this strange woman while I am staring at her trying to decipher the look on her face. Seeing that she is not saying anything and Andrew is also not talking. I decided to break the ice and explain to her that what she saw was not what it looked like. “Hy, who are you? How can we be of help to you? Are you here to meet someone?” I threw all these questions at her. And it seems to break her from the trance she is in. She adjusted her clothes and cleared her throat before she started talking. “My name is Aaren, I am here to resume work as the newly hired maid and to also meet Mrs. Reynold to discuss some things so she can explain the nature of my j
Camilla's POV I made a mental note to apologize to Andrew tomorrow while drifting off to sleep. I was exhausted from all the shenanigans.~Six AM~I woke up with a really sore Vagina because of how I overused myself yesterday….. not that I have any plans of stopping because of a certain handsome and hot guy, who I can't get out of my mind.Remembering that I was supposed to apologize to him. I checked the time to see it's Six thirty. Still quite early but I'd rather do it now than have an awkward encounter at the dining table like the other day. Just thinking about him got me so hot and bothered. I am sure that I will be wet down there if I should check. But that's not the time now. I got up from my bed and exited my room to see that his door was a little bit ajar. Ohh, my God!! Does that mean he heard everything yesterday? I mean we still haven't talked about my panties being down my knee. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on his door praying that he wouldn't answer so I have someth
Camilla's POV I rummage through my closet trying to look for something simple to wear. I decided to go with a green bodycon my mom got for me on one of her trips and it sat on my body perfectly. I took my phone, the charger and earphones as I would likely check out the study room and maybe read some books before coming back upstairs. As I rounded up the corner that leads to the dining, I can hear their laughter and the sound cutleries on the plates. I sat down after mumbling a quick good morning to everyone. “How's your night?” my step dad asked me while looking at me trying to decipher if I am really okay. “My night was splendid, thank you for asking.” I replied with all the enthusiasm I could muster. I could hear Andrew Snickering but I ignored him and started fixing my plate of food. “Honey, are you still interested in getting a job?” My mom asked. I think she's trying to make little conversations here and there. “That would be awesome, Andrew can also tag along with her wh
Andrew's POV I nearly choked on my food when Emily; well….. My stepmom asked me to invite Brielle for dinner again. I don't know why she is trying so hard. If it's to win me over then she should stop disturbing herself. It will never happen.I glanced at Camilla to see her mindlessly staring at her food without eating. She doesn't look happy when her mom said I should invite Brielle over. I smirked thinking of how I will taunt her with it so I decided to play along. “Sure, she would really love it. I will let her know.” her eyes darted around the room trying so hard not to look at me.Then she pushed her plate and announced that she was going to study. I thought she won't be job hunting now, not unless she is going to read. Now I am curious as to what type of books she loves to read. Immediately she left the table, I also pushed my plate away since I am almost done anyway.“Ohhh, Andrew; you are done? You don't want more?” Emily asked while my dad was just staring me down. “No Emi… M
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