Pulling into his driveway, I walk up the winding path and up to his porch. Pressing the button on the side of the door, I stand and wait for him to open it He’s been texting me all day, and I haven’t been able to respond. I don’t know why I can’t, and I don’t know why I’m here.

  “Camila?” He asks, opening the door and stepping outside in front of me. “What do you want?”

  “We need to talk.”

  “And why is that? I’ve been texting you all day, and you haven’t been answering.”

  “Can you please, for one moment, just stop acting like an asshole?” I can’t help the tears flowing from my eyes. “I had to meet with Henry today,” my voice is low and my hands are shaking.

  “And what did you and Henry discuss? Did your mouth talk to his dick again? Or did you fuck him?”

  “This is how it’s going to be, huh? You treating me like I’m a whore because of something you think I did?” Exhaustion and emotions hit me. This is all hitting me at once, and I don’t know how to put everything in perspective.

  Before either of us says anything more, he pulls me inside and guides me to the living room. I collapse on the couch and close my eyes. “I want us back to the way we were.”

  My eyes are heavy from exhaustion as he gently lifts my head and rests it on his lap. "Sleep, Camila. I'll be here when you wake."

  Waking up in a daze, I blink a few times, figuring out what’s going on and where I am. Slowly getting up, I realize I’m not in my apartment. “What?” I mumble, blinking my eyes to adjust to the room I’m in. My purse is on the table, my shoes are off, and a soft blanket is on me. Bits and pieces of what happened when I first rang his doorbell flood my mind. I came here to talk to Ayden, but the stress of Henry was too strong.

  Pushing myself up from the couch, I make my way up the stairs to find Ayden. There are so many doors when I reach upstairs. Walking down the hall I notice a door with the initials G.P.S.

  Curiosity is a strong emotion. I place my hand on the doorknob when I feel him behind me. His lips are near my ear, “Camila.” God his voice does things to my body, things I miss and want. Ayden turns me around and takes my hand. We walk down to the next room and he shuts the door behind me.

  His bedroom is large with a king size bed in the middle, a night stand on both sides of the bed and pictures of his family. The navy blue and white sheets cover his bed and, again, curiosity takes over.

  “Why did you let me sleep here? Why didn’t you take me home?”

  “Because I want you in my home.” He wraps his arms around my waist, resting his chin on top of my head. “You were tired, and I didn’t know what was going on with you.”

  “Just stressed out over everything, but I feel better now.”

  “Better enough to fuck?” I roll my eyes. “Don’t do that.”

  “Do what?” I stifle a laugh.

  “Don’t roll your eyes. I know you want this just as much as I do.” He pushes his erection against me. He’s right; I do want this more than anything.

  “How many women have you brought to your home?”

  “None. This is where I live, Camila. When I fuck other women, it’s in hotels. No one’s been here outside from my family and my cleaning crew. This is my home, and I only bring people here whom I trust.”

  “So you trust me?”

  He doesn’t answer. Taking my hand into his, he seats me on his bed and slowly takes off my blouse followed by my skirt. Sitting on his bed in just my bra, I start fidgeting. Even though we’ve had sex, there’s something about sitting here in front of him as his eyes travel up and down my body. This is completely different. This is something of passion and not just fucking. His tender eyes look at me, and I swear he’s seeing me again.

  Getting up from the bed, I take the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. Really taking in his muscular and sculpted body, I kiss his chest down to his abs and licking his delicious V. Unbuttoning his jeans, I pull them down along with his boxer briefs and taking him in my mouth.

  He hisses when he feels the back of my throat and pushes my head farther down. This is what he wants, and this is what I need. I grip his cock tighter in my hand and use the other to play with his balls. Looking up at him, I see his head thrown back and moans releasing from his lips. My pussy is ready for him, but I want to keep pleasuring him.

  “Camila,” he pauses sucking in a breath, “fuck, it feels good. Keep sucking me deeper.” I listen to what he wants and give it to him. I grip his thighs for support as I suck him harder and faster. I let go of one of his thighs and massage his balls in my hand. He groans, telling me this is what he wants. Sucking him faster and faster, I hear him moaning louder and soon warm liquid fills my mouth as I swallow every last drop.

  I love doing this to Ayden. When I look up and see his eyes on me, watching me, taking me in, I get up from the bedroom floor and see the look of satisfaction and adoration in his eyes. I’m so turned on at this point. Reaching behind me I unclasp my bra and let it slide down my body. My fingers pull down my thong and I kick it aside, waiting for him to take over my body.

  Approaching me, his hands grip the back of my neck and his lips come inches from my face. “You’re so perfect.” Lifting me up against his chest, I wrap my legs around his waist as he pushes me against the wall. My back slams and he’s inside me. This isn’t like last time. He’s looking at me, slowly going in and out of me.

  “I need to hear you love me,” he whispers against my mouth as his hands grip my waist.

  “I love you Ayden. If I can turn back time I would. Every day without you, a piece of me died, but now you’re back and I feel whole again. You’re everything to me. Please know that when my heart beats, it’s beating for you. For us.”

  He carries me to the bed and gently lays me down. Pulling to the edge of the bed he takes control, lifting my legs in the air and spreading them wide. He enters me slowly and soon picks up his speed. Shit, this position feels so good.

  “Ayden,” I moan, gripping tightly to his hands.

  “I need to hear you,” he grunts fucking me harder.

  “Ayden, yes, please, keep fucking me like this. Please.”

  My heart beats louder with each thrust. We’re not fucking like animals, we’re making love. I don’t want to ruin this moment between us by making a big deal, but honestly I’m excited for this moment with Ayden. His expression is softer as he leans down and kisses me on my lips. His tongue enters my mouth and devours me. I love his kisses. I love the way he makes me feel. I love him.

  He pushes me fully on his bed and rests on his forearms while still inside of me. I shut my eyes and take it all in. My impending orgasm is about to release and he sees it in my eyes.

  “Come with me,” he commands, his voice deep and raw, full of control. I scream and let it take over my body. In seconds Ayden collapses on me and his lips find my neck, kissing me tenderly while playing with my hair.

  Lying in his arms, on his bed, he rubs small circles on my arm. “You should go home,” he blankly says.

  “Home?”

  “Yes. You missed work today, and I have some emails to get back to. I’ll see you in the office tomorrow.”

  “Ayden I don’t want to leave,” I tell him, holding onto his arms as if my life depends on it. He can’t shut me out now. "Let me stay, please."

  “Go to sleep, Camila.” He strokes my arms, kissing my cheek. My breathing slows and I’m about to fall asleep when I hear the words I’ve been waiting to hear. “You’re back in my arms where you belong. I’ve been waiting for this moment for years. I love you, Camila. I always have. I always will.” And with those last words I close my eyes and let my dreams take me to a different time and place.

  Sharp

  “DO YOU HAVE EVERYTHING you need?”

  “I do.”

  “Then you know what to do.”

  He grabs my arm before I leave, “when will I have my money?”

  Yanking my arm away, I straighten my suit and glare at him. “When I have my baby in my arms.”

  “And what if this doesn’t work.”

  “It will.” He backs away running his hand through his face, looking as if he's going to pull from the plan. “Now what is it?”

  “Why her?”

  I kink my brow. “Do you not want the five million I’m giving you?”

  “No! I do,” he quickly answers, “I love her though.”

  A smirk comes on my face. “So do I. What’s more important? Your practice or Camila?”

  Sweat pools around my face. Slowly turning to the side, I see her sleeping next to me. She’s here. She’s fucking here. But for how long I’m not sure. Not when all the truths will soon come out and she’ll leave again. I can’t give her my heart. I have no heart to give.

  I can’t drag her through my lies. She can’t know everything I’ve done to get her back and in my life.

  Fuck.

  Quietly getting up from my bed I head to my office. Sitting on the chair I pull out the folder from her purse. While she was sleeping on the couch I looked through the folder and saw everything that fucker was going to reveal. Henry’s been handled and won’t be an issue, but all of this. I toss the folder on my desk, pushing my hair back, closing my eyes.

  She’s going to fucking hate me when she finds out what I’ve done.

  I've been flooding myself into work, ignoring my emotions for Camila. Keeping busy is the only way to keep myself away from her. I've been short with everyone around me. I feel like a damn woman with my feelings. The nights have been the worst. Since she's been in my bed, it feels cold without her. I haven't been sleeping well. I thought about looking for another woman to satisfy my needs, but no one can replace her. She's fucking ruined me for other women.

  Refusing to believe I need her, I let Taylor handle the meetings and fill me in. Since she's partner, no one questions my decisions.

  My phone is constantly vibrating with text messages from Camila.

  Camila: Where are you?

  Camila: Are you okay?

  Camila: I hope you're all right.

  It's only been a week, and I can't bring myself to talk to her. Each message goes unanswered or I simply respond with I’m busy. I’ve been out of my mind missing her and wanting her. The taste of her lips are still on mine. Her scent is on my bed-my blankets and my pillows. I refuse to wash my sheets because I don’t want to lose her. I need to keep her close to me as long as I can, even though she’s not with me. But no matter how I feel, I need to keep her away.

  The doorbell rings causing me to get up and answer it before Grayson wakes up. Standing on the other side is the woman I love.

  “Ayden,” is all she says.

  “Camila, what are you doing here?”

  She pushes past me, setting down her purse and unbuttoning her jacket. She turns around with sex in her eyes. The number she has on nearly makes me fall to the ground. The silky, black lace negligée reveals her curvy body sending a signal to my cock. With her head slightly cocked to the left, with her come fuck me eyes, I walk over to her, never taking my eyes from hers. Touching her face, caressing her body to mine, she's perfect in my arms. Once her lips touch my neck, he rises to attention and soon she’s in my arms and up the stairs to my bedroom.

  Feeling her legs wrap around my waist, I close my bedroom door and set her on the bed. “Relax, beautiful,” I mumble, admiring her body from her lips down to her wet folds. Licking the juices from her pussy, she squirms underneath me, pushing my head into her. She’s beautiful-here lying on my bed, spread out for me. “Fuck,” I hiss needing to feel her warmth.

  Standing over her, I remove my shirt and jeans. I don’t have time to play around and wait for her to do it. Pushing myself inside her, fast and hard, whimpers and moans of pleasure fills the room. She watches me, and it sends me over the edge. I tighten my grip around her hips and slam into her.

  “Ayden I want you everywhere.” Fuck me. Pulling out of her, I flip her over and devour her ass. “God that feels so good. I need you inside my ass. Fuck my ass, Ayden.”

  Spreading her juices around her ass and licking her, I slowly enter her. Shit, it feels too good. “Damn, Angel.”

  “Yes, Ayden keep going.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” I mumble, running my hand over her back and into her hair.

  “You won’t.”

  Pushing farther inside her, she stiffens but soon relaxes. With a few pumps I feel myself ready to explode. Her moans and mine mixing together is beautiful, and I don’t want this moment to end.

  “Ayden…” she moans, “I’m about to come!”

  “Now, Camila. Now.”

  Getting a washcloth from the bathroom, I come back to the room and gently clean her. Her eyes are on me, watching my every move. I toss the washcloth aside and climb into bed with her, pulling the covers over her naked body. For tonight, she’s with me. I’m a fucking selfish man, and I’m not ready to have her hate me.

  Not yet.

  There’s a small celebration thrown by Natalie to congratulate the company on another impressive quarter. The dinner party is being held at the Crown Plaza, and everyone is expected to show.

  Camila’s been texting me, asking if we’re going together, but I don’t respond. Looking to my left in the limo I’m in I’m sure she’s not going to be thrilled when she sees me.

  Stepping into the banquet hall, I find her in the center with Natalie and Taylor. Her eyes meet mine and soon the smile on her face dissolves. Heading to the bar, with my date on my arm, I order us both a glass of champagne. Her lips meet mine, and I can feel Camila’s eyes on me.

  “Is she looking?” My date asks, placing my hand on her waist. I nod. “Good,” she smiles. High-class escorts, I think to myself, always willing to make sure their clients are happy.

  My phone vibrates in my pocket.

  Camila: You’re serious right now?

  Me: Why would I not be? We aren’t together.

  Camila: How can you say that? We’ve been together several times. I’m trying to make things right for us and you’re here with some other woman? Don’t you care about how I feel?

  Me: Feelings are worth shit, Camila. We fucked.

  She doesn’t respond. Our eyes meet again as she heads toward Chris and places her hand on his shoulder. I smirk realizing the game she thinks we’re playing. I watch her every move. They both share a few laughs, and her hand never leaves his arm. He leans over to whisper in her ear and she looks my way again, mouthing I hate you.

  Excusing myself from my date, I walk towards the elevator texting Natalie to bring Camila to my room. Sliding my phone back in my pocket, I wait for the elevator to ding as I step out and head to my suite. Upon entering, I pour a glass of Grey Goose vodka, slowly sipping and waiting. Undoing my tie, I place the glass back on the table and hear a knock on the door. As soon as I open the door, Camila storms in, pushing me to the side.

  “How could you?” Her eyes narrow, staring at me, waiting for an answer.

  “Simple.”

  “Is that all you can say?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re a fucking pig.”

  Standing close to her, I smirk. “We aren’t together, Camila. So we’ve fucked, and you’ve shared my bed. Doesn’t mean anything.”

  “Yes, it does,” she screams, pulling on my shirt to bring me closer to her. “It means the world, and I don’t know why you can’t see that.”

  I push her away, turning my back to her and grabbing my glass of vodka.

  “But you still love me.”

  “Keep thinking that.” Bringing the glass of vodka to my lips, she studies me as I finish my drink, neither of us saying anything. What else can we say? My eyes travel down her body, feeling the tightness around my pants.

  Cam

  PUTTING ON MY BEST poker face, I stare back at him. Brushing my hand across his arm, grabbing his other arm with my hand, I inch closer to him, brushing my lips against his neck.

  “I know you still think about me,” I whisper in a sultry tone. “I forgive you for hiding who you are, but I know why you did it.” A part of me still doesn’t, but I’ll keep that to myself. My heart is racing as his hand gently touches my waist. Here we are again. Together.

  “I’m here.” I bring his hand to my heart. “I’m here, and I’m going to keep telling you this until you believe me. I don’t care how long it takes.”

  “I’ll never believe you." He slips out of my arms. "If you’ll excuse me, I need to go back to my date.”

  Ayden wins asshole of the century. Everything he’s doing is breaking me, and he knows it. I can’t hide how he’s affecting me anymore, but as much as he’s trying to hurt me, I still want him. I still want a future with him because I know we belong together. He’s constantly on my mind, the times we’ve spent together in bed. I know this is killing him, too.

  “Good morning,” I whisper, kissing his bare back. The years have been very good to Ayden. His strong back is smooth, and his arms are my favorite place to be. He’s not overly muscular, but has more of a soccer player’s body –-strong and lean.

  “Morning, beautiful,” he mumbles, still in a sleeping state. His arm wraps around my waist as he nuzzles his lips on my neck. “I miss having you here, Camila. Don’t leave again.”

  “Ayden, no matter what I’m never leaving you again.”

  Music fills the room, and people are slowly making their way to the dance floor. Ayden's there with his dollar whore and I'm so mad I could kill her, but as a classy lady I don't do that. I get even. Taking Chris' hand, I lead him to the dance floor and bring my body to his. He doesn't say anything as my eyes tell him to go along with this. He listens. Good boy.

  His hands rest right above my ass, and I can tell Ayden staring us down. Serves him right to play this stupid game. Even though it's killing me to be in another man's arms, I have to remind myself that Ayden's doing the same thing. I don't know his motives, but mine are to get him to see what an asshole he's being. Maybe seeing me with another man will make him realize how selfish he's been and how much he loves me.

 

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