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by Danielle James


  We both laughed. The same damn laugh. Laurel was sitting off to the side with her mouth agape. “Yeah…kinda. Are you my mom’s brother?” I asked. His handsome face contorted into a frown then he erupted into a hearty laugh, his deep voice boomed with life.

  “Oh shit baby girl. I’m sorry…” he shook his head profusely. “I’m not Dana’s brother. I live right across from him though.”

  “She actually has a brother?” My face went slack as I gazed into his hypnotic eyes.

  “Oh yeah, she has a brother Rashad, and a sister, Nicole.” Camilla Nicole…my own name rushed through my mind upon hearing about my long lost aunt. My mother kept an entire family from me. “She’s never spoken about them?” Trevor asked.

  “Fuck no! She never talks about anything,” I grumbled.

  “I’m sorry about that Cami. Real sorry about that…your uncle is a great person.” Trevor ran a hand through his long locs and smiled at me again. We couldn’t take our eyes off each other. “No, I’m not your mom’s brother…or cousin. I…uh…I’m your real father, Camilla.”

  My world instantly spun around and around and around. I felt so dizzy, so starved for air. Did he just say he was my fucking father? My lips moved but nothing came out. Trevor sighed and pressed his full lips together, “I’m sorry you had to find out like this. I tried to contact you on your 18th birthday last year but Dana…”

  “Last year? I just turned 18 today! I was born in 1998!” My voice sounded so far away. Like none of this was real and I was just dreaming.

  “When did Dana marry Manny?” He asked.

  “In 97,” I blurted automatically. They got married and mom got pregnant. Trevor shook his head and muttered something about my mother under his breath. I swear I heard him call her a lying bitch.

  “Hold on, Cami. I have some stuff to show you.”

  He came back with a folder. He pulled one sheet of aged paper from it and held it up to the screen. It was my fucking birth certificate.

  Camilla Nicole White. 7 lbs. 10 oz. 20 inches. Born on June 12th, 1997 at 9:08pm.

  I couldn’t stop shaking. My hands were trembling and so was my bottom lip.

  My whole life had been a constant string of lies. If Trevor was my dad, then who the fuck have I been calling Daddy all this time. For 19 fucking years.

  I’m 19 years old!

  My heart was pounding, and the sound started to rush through my ears. I could barely hear Trevor talking to me. “Um…Trevor…I have to go. I’ll call you back.” I ended the call and my screen went back to cheery bunches of flowers and stars and shit that I felt the total opposite of right then. Laurel rushed over to my side and hugged me but I shrugged her off. I barely contained myself from snapping at her to get off me. I scrambled away from her grasp and paced the floor.

  A scream bubbled in my throat, threatening to escape. Without thinking I stalked through the house looking for the bitch that had been lying to me for 19 years. As usual she was pretending to be holy, sitting with her back straight and eyes scanning the lines of highlighted text in her worn bible. I snatched it from her grasp, slammed it shut and watched her brows slide down her forehead and pinch together.

  “Camilla, what are you doing?” Each word was clipped and cold. She wanted to slap the shit out of me I’m sure.

  “Oh, I was just talking to my father.”

  She looked unfazed.

  “Trevor White,” I spoke through clenched teeth. That’s when the color drained from her face and her normally perfect posture drooped under the weight of my words.

  “That man had no right to contact you! He said he…he said…” For once she was stuck and stammering. For once she didn’t have a holy, witty retort for what came out of my mouth.

  My chest began to feel tight and the pressure started building in my head. “You lied to me about everything!” My hands trembled at my sides and my heart threatened to leap from my rib cage. “Where is your husband?” My voice dropped to a low growl. Dana swallowed hard before pointing me towards New Grace.

  I was running off of pure adrenaline and I’m sure that was the only reason I hadn’t passed out yet. I’d never been so angry in all of my life. It flooded my veins like a red-hot heat. I didn’t have much to say to Dana but I had everything to say to her husband. The man I thought was my father even though he didn’t look like me. Even though I felt closer to him as a friend than a dad. The only person in my life I trusted and didn’t resent.

  Chapter Fourteen

  There were a few people scattered around in the church when I walked in. They all pointed me to Emmanuel’s office when they saw the glint in my eye. I must have looked deranged.

  “Yeah, great. Just push all the photos to social media and make sure the school gets copies as well as the New Grace site. Okay…uh huh,” His back was to me and his assistant was in her own world tapping away on her keyboard.

  I felt the familiar throb in my head and between my legs, the longer I stood unnoticed and the longer I thought about everything. Finally Emmanuel swiveled around in his chair and our eyes locked. He’d smiled at me briefly but when he saw how I looked his smile evaporated.

  “Mary, I’m gonna need to speak with my daughter privately. Tell everyone to take a break for a while.” He spoke to Mary, but his eyes never left me. At this point, I was a pot ready to boil over. Every muscle in my body was drawn tight and ready to spring into action.

  As soon as Mary closed the door I flew over to his desk and placed my palms down with a slam. “Don’t ever call me your daughter again,” my voice didn’t sound like my own.

  “What are you talking about, Camilla?” His forehead wrinkled with worry.

  “I spoke to Trevor White tonight. He told me every-fucking-thing Emmanuel.”

  His eyes closed and he exhaled as though he’d been defeated. Lava hot tears began to burn my eyes and streak my flushed cheeks. I expected to pass out any moment. Emmanuel wrapped me in his arms as he’d done so many times before when I needed comfort. This time it offered me nothing.

  “I’m sorry. Shit…” he cursed into the top of my head and pulled me closer. “God dammit. I never wanted it to happen like this Camilla.” He pulled back to look at me. “You need some water? Hey…focus on me.” He snapped his fingers in front of me, drawing my attention to his hands.

  I could already feel darkness creeping in though. I swayed to one side; feeling wildly off balance but Emmanuel caught me before I hit the floor. I felt tears spilling down my face uncontrollably. I fought to keep them inside but it didn’t work.

  Nothing was working right now. Not my legs, not my barriers, nothing. I felt completely alone. “Come on Cami,” he pleaded as he knelt on the floor holding me. “Snap out of this shit!”

  “You…lied to me. Everyone fucking lied to me,” I cried, just barely able to tolerate the pressure in my brain. I needed a release. I wrapped my fingers around his tie and pulled him down until his lips touched mine. He rested his forehead against mine and shook his head. “No,” he whispered against my lips.

  “I love you,” I told him with a whine.

  “I love you too.”

  “I don’t wanna feel this pressure anymore. It hurts.” My voice was small and helpless, like when I was a little girl. I needed to feel someone pounding inside of me. Bringing me back to reality. Emmanuel wasn’t my fucking father, so what did it matter?

  “We can’t do that shit, Camilla. You know that. I don’t care what just happened.” He barked.

  “You know what helps me, you’ve always known Emmanuel.” He shook his head vehemently but never released me. “Just…do something!” I shouted with my last burst of strength. I wanted to rip my fucking hair out if it would stop the pain. He leaned in and kissed me, biting down on my bottom lip. A flash of pain jolted me and I gasped. God that shit felt good.

  My heart rate slowed a bit and I moaned into his mouth. He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled back exposing my neck. I wanted to feel his lips on me so bad, worse than
I’ve wanted anything in my fucking life, and I don’t know why. This shit was so taboo and he knew it too.

  I couldn’t tell if he did it because he was a man or because he wanted to help me. If I know anything it’s that a man is a man no matter who’s around. When his dick gets hard, as long as you’re not related, then you’re in the warpath.

  Now he knows that I know I’m not related.

  He sank his teeth into the soft flesh of my throat and my pussy throbbed longingly. It felt like the most dangerous vampire bite, and I wanted more.

  “You feel better?” He looked into my eyes. A whine seeped from my mouth and I shook my head. I wanted more. I mean technically I was feeling a little more clear headed. I think the fact that what just happened was so forbidden it pushed me back to myself even if for a moment. I scrambled to push my lips onto his again but he turned his head quickly. “Camilla, this shit is wrong.”

  “Lying to me my entire life was fucking wrong too, but here we are.” My head was spinning a bit from the rush of everything and I tried to get up too fast. I stumbled backward and once again, Emmanuel caught me. Only this time I felt his hard dick pressing against my lower back.

  Something primal in me wanted to fuck him so badly and clearly, the same feeling was coursing through his veins. He adjusted me and spun me around, our eyes locked.

  “You look a little better, but take it easy.” He handed me a bottle of water. “Do you want to talk about everything?”

  “I wanna talk about what just happened. I wanna talk about you biting my neck and knowing just what I needed. Knowing I needed pain. How did you know?” Shame turned my entire face a pinkish red.

  He avoided my gaze and focused on a spot on his desk. “Your mother used to go through the same thing,” he sighed. A pang of anger ripped through me. I was angry with Dana, angry with Emmanuel, angry with my damn self.

  “Does she still go through it?” I asked bitterly.

  “No. Not like she used to. She’s mostly celibate so…” his words trailed off. Anyone else would be grossed out hearing about their mother’s celibacy however, I heard an opportunity. If she was celibate for god knows how long, then Emmanuel had been without pussy.

  “So you were just trying to help me calm down?”

  “Of course.” He cleared his throat and sat down, away from me.

  “But you didn’t have to kiss me like that.” I began to wonder what dark secrets Emmanuel was hiding. How long had he noticed that little Cami had grown up? How many times did he have to adjust himself when I sat on his lap in nothing but boy shorts and a tank top?

  I began to see everything with new eyes.

  All of a sudden I knew why he never disciplined me like he did with Chris. I knew why he always let me get away with whatever I wanted. I was never his daughter.

  My heart sped up again, this time it was part excitement and part anger.

  “Camilla, don’t do this shit. Let’s talk, but we’re not going to talk about what just happened. That stays here.” He gestured around his office.

  “How long have you known about my real father?” I blurted.

  “I’ve known ever since I met Dana. You were already one when I married her. She decided you didn’t need to know about Trevor. I always wanted her to tell you. We bumped heads over it every fucking year until I just gave in when you were around 10.” He ran his hands over his tired face with a heavy sigh.

  I felt the nagging need to pay Dana back for all the shit she kept from me. I balled my fists up and imagined smashing her fucking teeth in. “I’m flying Trevor here. I want to see my father face to face,” I looked at Emmanuel and he was stunned.

  “Dana will lose her shit if you do that.”

  “I know.”

  “Don’t do anything rash Cami…let’s finish talking. I’ll answer every question you have.” The prospect was interesting, so I bit.

  “Okay, but only if I can sit on your lap like I used to,” my words came out like purrs making him scowl at me.

  “No.” He was quick and to the point, but when have I ever listened? Obviously, he would be a tough nut to crack but I felt obligated to break him open. I walked over to him and slid in his lap anyway. He remained still and unmoving. He was so damn poised it drove me insane. He didn’t react on impulse like every other man, he thought first. We both knew his dick was starting to get hard beneath me, but it never became fully erect.

  He wouldn’t let it.

  “Why did my mother change my damn birthday? What the fuck was that all about?”

  “Well, she wanted everything to be picture perfect. When she moved to the states, she didn’t want to be viewed as a woman with a tainted past. She wanted to start new, so we just made it seem like you were a year younger.”

  I rolled my eyes and fidgeted in his lap. I tugged on a lock of my hair and rocked my feet back and forth. Emmanuel placed his hands on my thighs to stop my legs from swinging. It felt so good.

  “What else do you wanna know?” He questioned.

  “Do you know my dad? Like, are you guys cool?” It was a genuine question since I heard Trevor call Emmanuel ‘Manny’ and only his closest friends call him that.

  “Yeah, we became close over the years. We both wanted you to know about him but Dana blocked us at every turn. Every year I would mail him your school pictures, or email him videos of your performances. He’s always been proud of you.” I felt my heart swell with love for my real father. I looked at Emmanuel for a few moments.

  “You’ve been sneaking him updates on me all these years?”

  “Yup.”

  “Wow…Emmanuel, that’s…so nice,” I touched the side of his face and he let a smile grace his lips. The anger I felt towards him began to dissipate little by little. I straightened my back and twisted around so that my knees were on either side of him. We were face to face.

  “Have you ever looked at me as your daughter?”

  He paused for a bit before beginning to speak, “I’ve always looked at you as someone precious to be protected. Knowing Trevor was your dad and talking to him regularly kinda made it feel like you were under my watch. He pleaded with me to look over you, and that’s what I did. That’s what I’ve always done.”

  “So the answer is no then?” Our eyes met and he shrugged his broad shoulders in response. “Then why is this so wrong?” I kissed him slowly, sucking on his bottom lip. For just a minute he allowed his hands to rest on my hips before he yanked them back like he’d touched a hot stove.

  “Because it is. I’m supposed to protect you. Not fuck you. Besides, even if I’ve never looked at you as my own daughter, you’ve only known me as your father. Why are you so quick to forget that, Cami?” His voice sounded sad, and I hated that.

  “I don’t know. I’ve never been able to make that quintessential father/daughter connection with you. I don’t look like you or even act like you. Nothing ever spoke to a bond that we shared besides me calling you Daddy. Seeing Trevor tonight I--- I instantly felt adoration for him. I knew as soon as he told me who he was, that it was right. It just made sense.” Emmanuel nodded his head and sucked in a breath.

  “I can understand that. I mean I work all the time. It’s not like I got to be there physically for you a lot.”

  “Exactly, and Dana was no fucking help,” I grumbled.

  “It still doesn’t mean I’m a free dick for you to use.” I drew my head back and smirked at his language.

  “Who the fuck are you, Emmanuel Scott? You’re not this holy ass pastor I’ve seen my whole life. You’re…you’re real.” He let out a hearty chuckle and rubbed my back. It was totally platonic though. “Yeah, if only you knew the half of it, Cami.”

  “I still think you have secrets you’re not telling,” I rested my hands on his chest.

  “Of course I do. I’m only answering questions about your father. Nothing else.” It felt awkward hearing him refer to someone else as my father, yet at the same time, it seemed right. “Look, go home and talk to your
mother. Isn’t Laurel still at the house?”

  Shit. I forgot all about her! “Yeah, she is.” I chewed my bottom lip anxiously. “One last question?”

  “Shoot.” I pulled myself closer to him, pressing my chest against him.

  “Why won’t you fuck me? You know it would help me feel so much better.”

  “Because you are mine to protect. If I fucked you,” his voice lowered and turned gravely, setting a fire in the pit of my stomach. “You couldn’t handle it.” He let his grip tighten around my waist as he maneuvered me so that his stiff dick was pressing against my pussy. I let out an involuntary moan.

  “If we went there it would be very hard for you to turn back. Don’t open that door, trust me.” His free hand wrapped around my neck nearly closing completely but I wasn’t afraid. Black spots dotted my vision while he let me feel how hard he was. All I could do was whimper his name.

  “Emmanuel…” He left just enough room for me to swallow.

  “We. Can’t. Fuck. Okay?” I could hear the pure carnal lust in his words and it spoke to the darkest parts of me. My pussy flooded my panties making my thighs warm. I’m pretty sure I just came all over him.

  “Please?” I moaned as he let my neck go free. I didn’t ever think a man could hypnotize me but shit…I heard myself begging for him to fuck me. He shook his head and let my waist go. “Why? You want to!”

  “I can control myself around you. I’m not every other man you fuck, Camilla. We won’t ever get this close again. Understand?”

  “No, I don’t fucking understand,” I pouted. I needed him now. It was more than some revenge shit. He gave me pleasure mixed with pain and it was intoxicating. It was like cocaine and I wanted to get high so bad.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I sent Laurel and Chris texts telling them to hang out together while I took care of business with my fake father. I was actually heading to Xavier’s house. Somewhere I knew I’d get the royal dick treatment.

 

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