Camille:
I blinked once, then twice, but nothing changed. There was still a naked stranger standing in my kitchen and other strangers doing god knows what all over the house. “You can pick up from where she left off,” the stranger said, taking a bottle of liquor beside him and swallowing it in one gulp. “She was doing a shit job anyway. You look like you’ll know how to get me off.” “I’m not, eww,” I said, turning away and covering my eyes. Unfortunately, I had already looked at it and the thickness of it was imprinted in my memory. “Take a shot, beautiful. It’ll loosen you up,” he said, offering me a shot glass, but I slapped it away from his hand and stepped back. His smile disappeared and a frown that made him look scary etched deeply on his face. “Prude,” he said as an insult to me and put on his shorts. “Who the hell even invited you to my party?” I snapped. “What the hell are you doing in my house?” His brows furrowed. “Your house? This is my sister’s apartment.” That was when it clicked. He was Lucia’s brother. The gorgeous hunk with the British accent who had just been receiving head in my kitchen was my roommate’s brother. But how was that possible? He was supposed to be some prim and proper lawyer who was depressed and quiet, not this. He was the exact opposite of what I had imagined and that was a problem. Not to mention, he was two days early. “You’re Daniel,” I muttered. “Lucia’s brother.” “Oh, you must be the roommate she won’t shut up about. I’m really disappointed. She said you were fun,” he said and took another swig of liquor. “But you’re acting like the grinch, sucking the fun out of everything. Hey, that will be my new name for you. Grinch. See how it fits you so well.” I rolled my eyes , unbothered by what was probably supposed to be an insult. I wondered how he was still standing and was able to make meaningful conversation at all with all he was drinking. “How can I be fun when a bunch of strangers just turned my house into a drunk sex party?” I yelled. He scoffed. “Sex party? This is just a regular party, babe. If this was a sex party, we wouldn’t even be standing here having this conversation.” “I don’t care what kind of party you’re having. I just need you to call it off right now. I have school tomorrow and I can’t go to bed with your noise. You just got here. How do you even know so many people in New York?” Daniel just smirked at me and walked closer. I doubted he had even understood anything I said, but yet, I couldn’t break his stare. He smelled strongly of booze and something else I couldn’t place, but somehow, it wasn’t an off putting smell. He casually wrapped an arm around my waist and the nerves all over my body stood at attention when his hands touched me. My chest heaved as he looked down at me. Now he was standing straight, his height almost made him look like a giant. The look in his grey eyes was intense as his hand snaked up my back one finger at a time until he was touching the back of my neck. When he dipped his head forward, my breath hitched in my throat and I involuntarily licked my lips, each hair on my body standing at attention as I waited to be kissed by him. I shut my eyes and parted my lips, but the kiss didn’t come. Instead, I felt his lips graze the side of my neck and kiss up to my ear. “I want to fuck you,” he whispered and I inhaled. I felt the weight of his foul words like a shiver all the way to my feet, and felt it concentrate in my center. He was too close to me then that I could feel his erection on my stomach. It took everything in me not to nod and finish what he had started, but my common sense had to remind me that I wasn’t the main character in some erotica novel. I couldn’t even believe it had considered it. What the hell was wrong with me? Maybe it was the music or something because I wasn’t that easy to bend. “Get your hands off me,” I said and stepped back. “I want all your friends gone right now and that godawful music stopped. I don’t know if your sister told you, but we don’t throw parties here…” “Oh, shut up,” he interrupted me with an irritated sigh. “Your voice is giving me a headache. I’m not sober enough for this conversation and there are a few drugs in my system that I’m waiting for to kick in. I’d rather be deep in some p*ssy when that happens than be here listening to your bullsh*t. Go find somewhere else to be because I’m not ending my party just cause some b*tch told me to. My bad luck is that you’re the hottest girl here but you just have to be a f*cking grinch.” Before I could even process everything he had said and answer him, he walked away. What the heck just happened?Camille: Several thoughts went through my head as I ran into my room and locked the door. I didn’t know what to do. If I called the cops and someone found out it was me, I’d never live it down. I always hated people who were so prissy to do that and I couldn’t imagine myself being such a party pooper even if the party was at my house and without permission. Sighing, I dialed Lucia’s number and stormed around nervously in my room as I waited for her to answer. I switched the lights on and jumped when I noticed movement on my bed. “Hey, do you mind?” The guy in my bed said breathlessly as he shielded his eyes from the light. There was a girl under him, doing god knows what under my covers. My eyelids twitched and I felt something crawl over my body- disgust. “Get the hell out of my room!” I yelled with a voice that didn’t sound like mine. “Girl, relax…” the girl said with a bored expression. “You don’t know me, so don’t call me ‘girl’ like we’re supposed to be fr
Camille: “Awesome,” he said and removed his hand from mine. I watched him swallow the pills and gulp down after. It was when he raised his brows at me that I realized I had been staring. “How was your flight?” Lucia asked him, sitting beside me. He shrugged. “It was cool actually since I flew first class.” “How are mom and dad?” He frowned. “Still the same old whiny little b*tches they’ve always been.” Oh, so he was one of those people who cursed all the time. I had assumed it was because he was drunk. How on earth was Lucia the black sheep? I couldn’t imagine talking about my parents like that. “That bad, huh,” Lucia said, looking down at her hands. “Hey, it’s fine,” he said in the softest tone I had ever heard him use. “Forget about them. They’re not worth being sad over. I’m here and that’s all that should matter.” She nodded and sniffled. “Come here,” he said, standing up and she did the same with a giggle. “I haven’t seen you in years. This is huge.”
Camille: “You have such a nice apartment,” the girl said when she was done eating her sandwich. “Thank you,” Daniel said with a cheeky grin. “It’s not his apartment,” I said, unable to stop myself. “Cam,” Lucia reprimanded. “That wasn’t necessary.” “I’m sorry. Who are you again?” The girl asked, looking at me like I was the unwelcome guest instead of her. “Camille,” I said firmly. “Lucia and I share this apartment.” “Okay, I don’t care,” she said after studying me for a moment. “I didn’t know you had a sister, Dan. Sorry for keeping you up all night, Lucia,” she said with a proud chuckle. Good thing I had put on noise canceling headphones. I couldn’t imagine having to put up with whatever shenanigans Daniel and this girl had gone on during the night. “It’s no big deal,” Lucia said with a nervous laugh. “I just got back this morning anyway.” I glared at my roommate, but she didn’t look at me. When did she become so…not uptight. “Oh. Then who was knocking
Camille: I stood facing Daniel, with the bowl of cereal in my hand as I tried to tear my eyes away from his chest. There was a tattoo toward his mid-region that disappeared into his shorts and probably ran down his leg. Why did he have to walk around shirtless? It was a dull weather. There was really no reason for him to. “So you’re timing me now? How pathetic,” I said, quickly recollecting myself and acting like I didn’t understand what he called me. I couldn’t let him figure out how easily he distracted me. I doubted he would ever let me live it down. He shrugged and the action made his chest look even bigger than it normally was. I forced myself to look into his face, but that wasn’t any easier. His face was just as perfect as the rest of his body. Ugh. Since when did I start being so shamelessly lustful? Even the hot male models on my favorite book covers never elicited this reaction from me. Well, come to think of it, it would have been quite sad if they did. But th
Camille: I fought the urge to pinch myself. I had walked right into that one. I blinked twice and shut my mouth closed, realizing it had been hanging open. “Oh please,” I said and rolled my eyes, hoping he believed my indifference. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Daniel tossed his spoon into the air and caught it. He leaned further into the counter and watched me with that glint in his eyes, letting me know he wasn’t falling for my bored expression at all. “Okay, if you say so,” he said and I heaved a sigh of relief, grateful he had decided to drop it. On the other hand, I was a little surprised and almost curious to know why he had allowed an opportunity to taunt me slip. “However, if I’m not seducing you and this is how you act around every single guy, then I think you must have sent so many wrong signals,” he said and I rolled my eyes for real, chastising myself for letting myself believe he would drop it that easily. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, cro
Camille: Mia’s smug look completely disappeared as she whipped her head at Daniel. His response was not what she had been expecting. “You didn’t mean that, right?” she asked in a low and almost desperate voice. “I did,” he answered without remorse. “It’s already almost twelve noon and you were only supposed to stay the night, so you really should get going.” Mia frowned as she gave me a sideways glance. I was enjoying this. It was nice to see her get humbled by the same person she made so much noise about. “You’re really gonna do this now? In front of her?” “Should I have told you in secret?” He asked as if he was really clueless. “You always do this and it’s getting annoying at this point. I don’t want to have to deal with you all day. Just go home dude. You know you will still come back tonight.” Despite how happy I was that she was finally getting humbled, I low-key felt bad for her. Daniel was really a jerk to embarrass her like that. However, he told her she
Camille: I woke up roughly two hours later, feeling good as new even though I hadn’t really taken any medication for the fever. I yawned and sat up, realizing all I had needed was a trouble-free nap. Fortunately, I had woken up just in time to prepare for my job at the bookstore. I wouldn’t have to come up with an excuse this time. Miss Winston was incredibly nice, but there had to be a limit to her laxity. The house still felt empty when I left. Lucia was probably still tired after her night shift, while Daniel was definitely just brooding in his room like the big troubled baby he was. I knocked on his door and yelled ‘I’m leaving’, so that he would lock the door after I was gone. “You’re quite early,” Miss Winston said when she saw me. “I had a rough night and was a bit sick in the morning, so I didn’t go to school today,” I explained. “You shouldn’t have come at all,” she said with an alarmed expression. “Your health should always come first. I’ve told you that cou
Camille: I didn’t know what to do or say. This couldn’t be happening all over again. It wasn’t fair. It was apparent this man had no respect whatsoever for both his sister and me. “You know him?” Reginald asked me when he heard what Daniel said to me. “Of course she does. She’s my sister’s unbearable roommate,” Daniel answered before I could say anything. How was I the unbearable one when he had thrown a party, not one but two nights right after he got here, even though he knew how I felt about it. “Let’s go in then,” Reginald said, placing his hand carefully on the small of my back. The movement came unexpectedly and I jumped, making his hand drop. “I don’t even want to know how you two met, but just drop her, Reggie. She’s deadweight and she’ll just end up making anyone near her irritable for the rest of the night. I can’t have that happen to you. You’re my best man,” Daniel said, opening the door wider and urging Reginald in. Reginald looked at me with a dif
Camille: “I’m going to see my parents,” I told Lucia this evening when she came to check up on me. Her eyes widened. “In the middle of the school year? But they’re all the way in Utah. Is this really the best time for you to make that kind of trip?” She had a point, but these were my parents. “I haven’t seen them in almost two years, Lucia. And I haven’t spoken to them in a while either. My mom wants me to come over. I can’t say no.” “But it’ll take like a whole week out of school.” “It doesn’t have to be a week. I could spend just a day or two there, starting from next weekend.” She wasn’t convinced. “But you’d have to fly. And it’s so expensive.” “You know my parents will pay for everything.” She gave me a look, and I knew what it meant immediately. I had an intense, almost ridiculous fear of flying. The reason I hadn’t traveled back to Utah in years was because I didn’t want to be airborne again, and traveling by bus was an even worse option. My first
Camille: When I woke up with a splitting headache sometime later, I was more annoyed than relieved or confused. I had passed out three times in one month, something I had never experienced in my life before then. To make matters worse, the voices I had heard before the world went black were still the same arguing voices that welcomed me back to consciousness. “I told you we should take her to a freaking hospital!” Lucia snapped. It was as if at this point she couldn’t make a sentence addressed to her brother without it being filled with so much venom. “And I told you she has passed out like this in front of me before and I didn’t have to take her to a hospital,” Daniel quipped, his voice thankfully low. “When did that happen?” “A few weeks ago. When I had to spend the night with her,” he explained further. “She just had a panic attack because you wouldn’t just let her be.” “Me?!” Lucia asked. “She has never had a panic attack in three years of living with me, but somehow you sh
Camille: My food got stuck in my throat when the Tv went off. That only meant one thing. Daniel had heard her comment and was pissed off, and he would probably say something awful to her about it. “I’m so sorry I just had to watch Tv in your almighty house!” He snapped, getting up. I swallowed. Lucia didn’t even look his way. “What else do I do so you won’t regret helping my wretched self with accommodation? I know my presence irritates you so much. Maybe I should just walk into my room and never come out again. Just stop existing. Maybe that will make your highness happy finally. Although I doubt there’s anything that can ever make you happy.” Lucia dropped her fork. “What did you just say?” She asked, finally facing him. He walked into the dining room, stood in front of her, crossed his arms and repeated his last sentence. Silence. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut ice. “And what do you of all people know about happiness?” She asked with a dry chuckl
Camille: A part of me wanted to walk up after Daniel and try to explain why we just couldn’t let Lucia know about this, but the sensible part of me held me back. Daniel knew exactly why we couldn’t let Lucia find out about us. He may have nothing to lose; after all, he and Lucia already fought all the time and he could leave anytime he wanted to continue his amazing life in London. I on the other hand had no such benefits. Not only didn’t I have no other place to go, I also didn’t want to ruin my already strained relationship with my best friend. She thought she was looking out for me, and she was probably right. I couldn’t possibly risk our three year friendship for something so fickle. When I was done eating the sandwich Daniel had made for me, I went to have a shower. My entire body felt sticky and dirty. I winced when the water came in contact with the skin in between my legs. Was it supposed to still be this painful? Ugh. I could still feel the pressure in my ce
Camille: When I woke up, I was slightly disoriented, but the dull ache in between my legs quickly refreshed my memory. Crossing my legs together, I blushed when I remembered all that had happened the night before. The sweet but now distant memory of Daniel kissing me, touching me and then repeatedly but slowly thrusting into me, made me shut my eyes and blush. It felt like I had been a much different person then, even though it was just a few hours before. I could also remember Daniel doting on me after it was over; giving me a warm bath, then a hot drink and apologizing the entire time, as if it was something he had done to me, and not something we had both enjoyed. Besides the dull ache, I felt wonderful. I didn’t regret it as much as I had thought I would. In fact, I didn’t regret it at all. I wanted to shout it to the world, announce to them that I had finally done the deed and could now relate when next I read my erotica. I couldn’t wait to do it again. The only other
Camille: While I had been filled with more shame than I had ever felt before, a minute ago, I was now more filled with more desire than ever before. Before I could react to Daniel’s words, he placed his hand behind my head and softly attacked my lips with his. His tongue hungrily scouted my lips, demanding access into my mouth and I let it. Now more at ease with him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, letting my tongue roam around his mouth as much as his did. The more we kissed, the more I felt my restraints falling. I had badly missed kissing him. It lit a fire in the pit of my stomach that burned down to my core. As our tongues wrestled in each other’s mouths, I began to move my hips around slightly. The hard material of his pants grazed my clit when I wiggled against it, but instead of a discomforting ache, the rough feeling was so pleasurable. “F*ck. I can feel how wet you are,” he muttered before swallowing my lips again. My action seemed
Camille: I surprised myself by laughing. I just dropped my phone on the floor next to me and began to laugh. Daniel who had been seeking a reason to taunt me, would finally have one, because I couldn’t hide my curiosity. He had become less troublesome recently though, so there strong possibility he wouldn’t even react to my liking his post. There was equally a stronger possibility that I was overreacting and he wouldn’t even notice that I had liked his post. When I was done eating, I packed my plates to the kitchen and used the opportunity to clean up everywhere. It was still quite early, so I picked up notebook from under the couch. I was good. Really really good. I blushed as I read the previous chapters of my own book, heavily influenced by real life actions that had happened in this very house. This was so much better than any of the erotica I had read. This was so personal. I no longer had to try to fit myself into the main character’s point of view to enjoy the bo
Camille: I blinked twice. I couldn’t just have heard right. I didn’t know when I stepped back. A cold shiver ran down my spine. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. But then again, considering every other thing that had happened before now… “I can’t believe you,” I muttered. Lucia gave me a sympathetic look. “I know it’s hard to accept but that’s why I have been…” “I can’t believe you’d stoop so low to tell me horrible things about your own brother just because you don’t want us to be together,” I spat. Lucia looked at me like I had just grown a second head. “Is that what you think this is? Why would I lie against my brother?” I shrugged. “We all know how easy it is for you to lie. It’s not really much of a surprise.” “You seriously think I’m lying?” Lucia asked, pointing to her own chest. Her eyes were dry now. She was more angry at the fact that I was implying she was a liar than sad about it. “Yes I do,” I said matter-of-factly. “When your brother g
Camille: The next few days passed by quite uneventfully. Miss Winston sent me an impersonal text apologizing for her son’s behavior and telling me I could leave work indefinitely as she had to take care of her son in the hospital. I never went to see him. I didn’t know exactly how bad his condition was, but I couldn’t push myself to go. Even though I felt bad for him, I couldn’t shake off the reminder that if things had gone slightly differently, I would have been in the one in his position, or worse, I would have died on the spot. I couldn’t trust myself enough to go there. What if I saw him and got so filled with rage, I pulled off his life support. Okay, thankfully, I wasn’t that crazy, but still. I wasn’t so sure where I stood at the moment and didn’t want to risk any thing triggering me. Things weren’t better at the apartment either. Lucia kept to herself throughout the weekend, locked up in her room. When she finally tried to sneak out on Sunday afternoon and found