Camille: “You missed me?” I repeated, staring at the ground to prevent him from seeing the stupid blush on my face. “Of course I did,” he said like it was common knowledge for him to miss me. “Come on in.” “Really? But you didn’t talk to me throughout yesterday and even this morning. You obviously were avoiding me.” I was going with total honesty now. There was no need to beat around the bush concerning how I truly felt. I was much too eager to think of self-respect now. He gave me a confused look. “I didn’t think you wanted me to talk to you,” he said, following me into the living room. “You locked your door all through the night and this morning, you kept banging the dishes around. It was obvious you were mad about something. I believed I would be the last person you would have wanted to see then.” I chuckled, because I didn’t know how else to react to that. From his own perspective, everything was different, yet somehow it all made sense. I didn’t tell him I ha
Camille: If someone were to ask me when I realized just how smart Daniel was, the answer wouldn’t be when I heard he was the top of his law class back at Oxford, the fact that he had so many successful cases to his name in two countries nor the fact that he had learned an entire recipe from watching me once. I realized just how smart Daniel was on that fateful night we sat down to see a horror movie in the living room together. “Oh my god!” I yelled, jumping and hiding my face in Daniel’s chest when the deadly looking villain appeared behind the main character on Tv holding a chainsaw. “Ssh shh,” Daniel placated me, rubbing my back slightly. “It’s just a movie.” I could hear the silent laughter he was holding back. “How are you not moved by any of this?” I asked, peeking out from his chest but burying my face back there when that creature from hell appeared back on the screen once again. “If I’m moved by any of this, how on earth would I protect you?” He asked me, th
Camille: I bit my lip and stared at a spot behind him when Daniel lifted the night dress over my head. Why did I still feel slightly self-conscious? Maybe I needed another drink… For a short while, Daniel did nothing. Confused, I pulled my gaze away from the spot I had been staring at and found him watching my body with the unmistakeable look of pure lust in his eyes. I felt his cock twitch under me and it was enough to make my core tighten. I had never been this turned on in my life. His hand reached out to palm one of breasts in his hand. He tugged at it lightly, as if he was testing the waters, careful to cause any damage to me. Soon, his both hands were fondling my breasts, tugging at my nipple while his eyes remained completely focused on them. His hand cupped my buttocks, pulling me closer to him without warning. The action placed one of my breasts directly on his mouth and he started to suckle at it, angling his head in different positions as he ran his tongue ove
Camille: “I…I…” I stammered, unsure of exactly what to say. Was I supposed to apologize for my status? “Are you a freaking virgin?” He asked me in a sharper tone this time, pulling every part of his body away from me. “I am…” I finally answered. “Shit,” he groaned before running his hand through his hair. “And you never seemed it fit to tell me before anything happened?” I studied his face which was a mix of anger, frustration and disappointment. I still didn’t understand why finding out I had never had sex would elicit such reaction from him. “I didn’t think it mattered,” I said. “You didn’t think it mattered? Seriously?” He snapped, standing up from where he had been kneeling to eat me out. “Tell me. What did you think was going to happen?” To be honest, I didn’t fully understand why he was making such a big deal about this. What did it matter if he was the first or not? I was tired of waiting to make it special. Since when did he make a distinction about who
Camille: “Daniel, just leave me alone,” I screamed before pulling away from the man who had grabbed me by my shoulder. I felt dumb. After my tactical escape, he had still managed to find me out here. It didn’t matter though. I wasn’t going down without a fight. I rolled my eyes as I walked away, waiting for him to apologize for what he had done to me. He rarely did, but recently, he had become more sensitive to my feelings. A part of me was hoping this would happen. A part of me had left the apartment, hoping he would come after me, but I was too proud to admit that. When the man pulled me back so roughly, I swear I heard my wrist crack. My eyes widened as I looked very well at him, realizing he wasn’t Daniel. This man was way bigger and scarier. I couldn’t make out his face in the dark, but all I saw was the faint glow coming from a stick in his mouth, a cigarette, and the stench I had assumed was coming from the alleyway, but was actually from this man. My heart started to po
Camille: Daniel held my hand all the way back through the tunnel. I didn’t breathe until I was back inside our apartment building. My entire body was shaking, as I imagined the several horrific things that crazy man in the alley could have done to me if Daniel hadn’t shown up when he did. Daniel let me go once we were in the elevator, but immediately started turning me around and checking for any signs of violence on my body. “Did he hurt you?” He asked with a voice that was a mix of tenderness and anger. “Not physically,” I answered, not trying to stop him when he raised my cheek slightly to check for any bruises on my neck. When he was sure I was in good condition, he finally let out a deep breath and relaxed against the wall. The rest of the ride went on in silence until we got to our floor. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He asked me when we got out. I stood awkwardly by his side with my head facing the floor and my hand holding my elbow as he unlocked the d
Camille: If it had been Daniel’s intention to make me speechless, he had succeeded. My knees immediately felt weak and my eyes were screwed shut. As if he hadn’t tormented me enough, he remained in the same position, his lips by my ear, but the rest of his body wasn’t touching any bit of mine. “Is that why you went on this little adventure?” He asked. “Did you run out because you knew I’d come after you?” I crossed my arms over my chest, with my closed eyes facing the floor, and tried to steady my breathing. I couldn’t walk away. He would simply pull me back and force me to listen to this speech of his. I didn’t know where he was going with this. At least he had moved on from talking about our little make out session… “I want to go to bed now,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around myself. Something about him by my side made me really self-conscious. Silence. I could imagine him watching me, but I couldn’t imagine the thoughts going on in his head while he did.
Camille: “You look so beautiful,” Reggie said when he saw me. I smiled as I slid into the seat in front of him, but it didn’t quite reach my eyes. I had just put on an old Jean dress that wasn’t even normally appropriate for a ‘date’, so I knew his compliment was just his way of buttering me up. “Thanks,” I said off-handedly, lifting the menu that was on the table and glancing through it. “So how have you been?” He asked. “Fine,” I replied without looking up. “Okay…” he muttered. At that time, the waiter got to our table and asked us if we had made a decision on what to eat. I gave him my order and so did Reggie. After he left, I dropped the menu and started to scroll through my phone. From the corner of my eye, I saw him fidget with his hands and look around, clearly unsettled by how uninterested I was acting around him. That had been my intention and I was glad it was taking place. “Look, I’m sorry,” he said finally, hitting the nail on the head. “I shouldn
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
Camille: “What?” Daniel asked in surprise, realizing he was somehow part of this. Lucia had the guts to look surprised as well. I was so disappointed. I had a strong urge to get up and drag her by her hair. “What are you even talking about?” She asked, touching my forehead. Turning to Daniel, she asked him whether I had taken my medications that morning. I paused. Had that even happened at all? I was beginning to doubt my own mind. No. I was sure it did. I could remember everything clearly. Reggie coming to the bookstore and Miss Winston giving me the day off to go out with him, me in the car with Reggie while he went on a rant of how I had fucked Daniel while refusing him. “Get your hands off me,” I snarled, slapping her hand away from my forehead. “You told Reggie I slept with Daniel and that was why he was so mad. That was why he was drinking and why we were arguing. I almost lost my life because you couldn’t keep your stupid mouth shut. You just had to go and tel
Camille: My head hurt. It felt like someone was continuously hitting my head into a wall. The pain came and went like a throb, remaining consistent, yet worsening after every break. When I opened my eyes, all I could see were blurry lights above my head. I tried to look away, but my head was fixed in place. I couldn’t turn my neck or any other part of my body for that matter. “She’s awake, doctor,” I heard someone say frantically. “Hello,” the unfamiliar voice I recognized as the doctor’s said, his smiling face coming into view. “That was shorter than I expected.” I tried to speak, but my mouth completely refused to open. “You were manic when you were brought in so we had to lightly sedate you to keep you from hurting yourself. That was over an hour ago so you’ll be able to speak and be on your way before long,” the doctor continued. “You have no wounds or even any internal bleeding, just a concussion, which is a miracle considering the kind of accident you were r
Camille: It took a while for the words Reggie just said to register in my head. “Excuse me?” I muttered. “Did you fuck him?” He repeated. “Daniel. Last night.” Now was my time to get mad. Why on earth would he think it was okay to ask me that. “What kind of stupid question is that?” I asked, my voice sounding an octave higher. Reggie hit the steering wheel with so much force, I flinched. His eyes were filled with so much rage they were almost red. “I asked you a fucking question, so just answer it,” he snapped. “I didn’t do anything with Daniel,” I was forced to say, suddenly filled with fear at his reaction. He laughed, but it was a humorless one. “You think I’m an idiot?” He asked. “You told me you were a virgin and that was why you wouldn’t let me touch you, but you went back home and let him bend you over like a wh*re.” “Stop,” I whispered, wanting to yell but being unable to. I had never seen this side of Reggie before. Now that we were both in
Camille: The relief that engulfed me was not something I could explain. For the rest of the day, I kept smiling uncontrollably. It was quite laughable that I had let the wrong result push me to the edge and had led to almost healing wounds opening again. By the end of the day, I practically skipped to work. Knowing my grades were still intact lifted a huge weight off my shoulders. It was proof that I still had a huge chunk of my life in perfect order. And better still, that I wouldn’t have to storm into the professor’s office for any reason. Miss Winston was attending to a customer when I came in. Her face didn’t split into a welcoming grin when she saw me as it usually did and I felt a little chill when she gave me an icy glare instead. “Good afternoon,” I greeted her and she simply nodded and went back to talking to her customer, whose eyes remained on me, clearly sensing that something was amiss. It was weird, but knowing better, I quietly walked down to my desk and
Camille: “What the hell!” My peaceful sleep was interrupted by the loudest screech I had ever heard. I opened my eyes slightly and looked around. Thankfully, my head didn’t hurt as much as it had the night before, but if she kept screaming like that, the headache would be sure to return. “You? Him? Get up right now!” Lucia continued, her face reddening as the words left her lips. She was livid. If looks could kill, there would have been two bodies on my bed. “Hmm,” Daniel grumbled, half-asleep, as he burrowed his head deeper into my neck. “What the fuck is going on? Cam? You slept with him? Is that it?” She yelled, turning her attention to me. I could feel the warmth from Daniel’s body where he had fallen asleep behind me. His left arm was wedged under my neck and his right arm wrapped around my waist. One of my legs was draped over his and one of his was lazily hanging over mine. He was topless and it appeared as though I was wearing nothing but his shirt which he