“When are you going to stop all this foolishness and let me back into the house?” I changed the channel on the TV with the remote and saw a commercial for my new church with pictures of Dana and I serving as Pastor and First Lady. I closed my eyes and shut the TV off.
“I’m not letting you back into the house. I don’t want you in my bedroom. I don’t want you near Christina. I just want you to stay out here, Dana. You’ve done enough.” She smacked her lips together and put her fists on her hips.
“You don’t want me near my own daughter? What kind of nonsense is that? That is just as much my house as it is yours.”
“No. It’s not. I don’t think your career paid 2.7 million for this house. I don’t think your career put your face on TV and in front of millions with your own endorsements. If I’m not mistaken, that was all me.” Dana grew furious. She stalked towards me like she wanted to hit me, and I halfway expected her to try.
“You’re being so arrogant, Manny. What has gotten into you! Or maybe it’s who you’ve gotten into.” She tilted her head to the side and eyed me suspiciously. I’ve always been able to dodge uncomfortable accusations though, so it was nothing to me.
“I already told you I’m not fucking Camilla.” I shrugged. “So what else do you wanna throw at me?” I stood up, towering over her 5’7 frame. “You just don’t want to accept that all of this is your doing do you?”
“Manny don’t lie to me! Are you screwing Camilla? Don’t give me that smooth-talking bullshit!” I saw a flash of fire in her eyes. The fire I used to see all the time. “I know you too, remember? I know the pull you have on women. I know how you love taming wild spirits and turning them into your personal little fuck toys. Is that what you’re doing to her? She seemed so much calmer. Funny how she’s mad at me but not you, huh? Do you make her call you daddy when you fuck her, Emmanuel?”
I couldn’t hit her. I refused to hit her. So I flipped the coffee table over instead, shattering the glass on the floor. The crash was loud and sent shards everywhere. I stalked over to Dana and she cowered. “Manny…I’m sorry.” She cried. “I just…I don’t want to lose you to her.” She clawed at my chest, but I grabbed her thin wrists in my hand. “Manny, just…let’s be like we used to.” She stood up on her toes, trying to push her lips against mine. I jerked her away and pressed her against the wall. “Just…make love to me again.” I looked her over, head to toe and saw nothing worth saving.
I was done with her.
“No,” I said quietly. “I don’t want you anymore Dana. You might be First Lady at the church but that shit stops here. No more.” I let her go and she crumpled to the floor.
“Please, Manny!” She screamed hoarsely.
“Clean this shit up, Dana.”
I needed to pour myself into Camilla but instead, I ended up working on my sermon for Sunday. I went to my office and sat in the silence, thinking about a topic. I settled on When to Walk Away. Dana would know it was for her and I didn’t care. I was physically and mentally drained.
I wasn’t shit for fucking Camilla, and I found myself not being able to look at Dana after all the shit she did but I still couldn’t bring myself to throw her daughter in her face.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Camilla
The month of August was just around the corner and I hadn't even begun to figure out what I wanted to do with myself. I knew college was out of the question though. I just wasn’t a good college girl like Laurel and Christina. I wanted to travel, but I just needed a place. Dad was sitting on the couch in our living room with his face in his laptop. I walked over and plopped down beside him. “Hey.” I smiled.
“Hey, baby girl. What’s up?”
“I’ve decided that I’m not gonna go to college this fall.” His face crumpled into a frown. He was so handsome. A coppery brown beard had started to fill in along his jaw and his locs had grown even longer. “You know, I went to school for four years at Universidad Autonoma for business management?” I drew back in surprise.
“Really? So you must have your own business then?”
“I ended up managing the hotel Manny stayed at when he vacationed in Santo Domingo. He pulled some strings and I worked my way up.”
“Okay. Wow.” I was honestly impressed. I’d been learning tidbits like that about my dad ever since I started staying with him. Our home in Miami was much more modest that the sprawling one I grew up in but it was cozy and I liked it. I had my own room upstairs and dad stayed in his room. We had a living room, a dining room, family room and then a beautiful backyard. I was already getting used to living with him.
He’d wake me up every morning to eat eggs with white rice and fried plantains. At first, I thought he was insane but after a few days, I started to like the taste of it. The house always smelled like food, laundry or cleaning products and he was always playing Bob Marley. Quite a few nights I fell asleep with my head on his chest while he sang me Bob’s songs. I always woke up in my bed, under my blankets. More and more I felt my heart mending.
“I have to go up to New Grace today and sign my contract with Manny.” Dad smiled at me and showed me what he’d been working on so fervently on his laptop.
A sermon. Oh boy.
“Dad,” I groaned. “You’re not even religious!”
“I know. I know. There’s a lot of money to be made though. You’ve seen it your entire life.” He was right. Emmanuel pulled in so much money it was kinda sickening. I could easily see why Dana refused to divorce him. The man was loaded.
“So this is the path you’re taking?” I quizzed.
“Yeah, for now. I’ll see where it takes me. I think I’ll do great, plus you know…there are perks.” He raised a suggestive eyebrow at me and I cringed.
“Please. Don’t. I’m too young to die from being grossed out.”
We both laughed heartily.
Laurel Facetimed me and I excused myself to answer it. “What’s up slut face?” She grinned.
“Bitch.” I grinned. “What’s going on?”
“Well…since I’m packing and getting ready to head to Texas for the fall I wanted to hang out with you and Chris one last time.” I saw my little sister flop down beside Laurel and wave to me. I waved back and laughed.
“You don’t leave until the last week of August!” I whined loudly.
“I know, I know. I’m just covering my bases. So I was thinking of a double date on the pier.” I scrunched my face up and looked at her for further explanation. “Ugh, do I have to spell everything out? You and Xavier, me and Chris!” I stiffened a bit at the thought.
“Um…Okay, but are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m sure. You love him, I wanna hang out with him without him being Mr. Sanders.”
“Okay, Laurel.” I sighed. “Chris, you okay with all of this?” She nodded and gave a thumbs up.
“Okay, I’ll talk to Xavier then.” We ended the call and I told Dad I was headed to see Xavier. He gave me a kiss on my cheek and told me to pick up more plantains from the store.
“Why the hell do you have a bag of plantains?” Xavier frowned at me.
“My father.” I sighed. I sat his kitchen table and stared at him. Sometimes I just got caught up in him for no reason.
“What?”
“Nothing, you’re just…so damn fine.” I giggled and kissed him.
“Oh…yeah, that’s nothing new.” He boasted and sat me on his lap. We kissed and his fingers tangled themselves in my hair.
“Oh, Xavier, before I forget why I came over; do you wanna go on a double date?” His hands dropped to his sides and he shook his head.
“Nope. Fuck no.”
“Come on, please! It was Laurel’s idea. She wants to get to know you. The real you.” I poked his hard chest.
“Laurel?” He let out a puff of air. “Okay. She’s been through enough. I feel like I owe her.” He chuckled.
“Yeah, me too.”
“Where are we going?”
“The pier,” I said
in between kisses to his neck. Ever since I admitted that I was in love with him, I couldn’t keep my hands or my lips off of him. I was terrified that he would leave me once he found out I was fucking Emmanuel but something compelled me to tell him. I wanted Xavier to see me for who I was. All the fucked up, twisted, dark parts of me.
He told me that we were taking a break from having sex for a while until he figured out how to deal with sharing me with my stepfather, as he insisted on calling him. I obliged him even though it was hard as hell. I knew the break wouldn’t last long, especially if we were going on a date tonight. I planned to look fucking amazing and hopefully, it would work because I missed feeling him inside of me. Emmanuel was fun and intense but without Xavier, a part of me felt empty.
“Stop before you get yourself fucked,” Xavier told me after I’d been on his neck for too long. His dick was already hard.
“I wanna get myself fucked.” I bit his earlobe and he tightened his grip around my waist. “Xavier, I miss you.” I rubbed against his erection and he sighed heavily.
“I miss you too baby. You know we gotta sort this step-daddy shit out though.”
“What is there to sort?” I asked.
“I just…I still get pissed whenever I think about the fact that he’s so close to you. I don’t want you catching feelings. That shit would hurt.” I felt horrible. I rubbed his face with my palms and kissed him softly.
“I’m not gonna catch feelings for him. I told you, it’s just…” I couldn’t tell him how Emmanuel spoke to a different part of me. There was no way to explain it to the man I loved.
“It’s just what? I need to understand. Because if you were fucking a random guy I could understand that. I fuck random women all the time but you’re close to him.” He was right but Emmanuel wasn’t someone to catch feelings for. He was good for exactly what we had. That was it.
“Xavier, you know I’m a twisted individual right?”
“Yeah…”
“Emmanuel fits that twisted part of me.”
"Alright, Camilla. I'm trying to understand it's just gonna take me a minute. You have to understand that. Besides while we're not fucking it’ll build up some crazy ass tension.”
“I don’t like tension, Xavier.”
“Well, now you do.”
Ding! It was a text from my Dad telling me he’d just inked his deal with Emmanuel, and to top by New Grace later on. I told him I’d definitely be there. “Was that Emmanuel?” Xavier asked with a flat expression.
“No. My dad just signed a deal with him though, he wants me to come to New Grace. I guess I’ll drop these plantains off at the house and then head up.” I climbed off of him since I wasn’t getting any dick.
“You’re coming on the double date tonight right?”
“Yes.” He groaned.
“Yay! Okay. I’ll make sure I look good.” Xavier looked me from head to toe like he was undressing me with his eyes. I wished he would undress me with his hands…or his teeth.
"You always look good."
“I’ll skip the panties.” I bit my lip and backed out of the door.
New Grace staff surrounded dad and Emmanuel and everyone was laughing and talking in the main church area. When Dad saw me he grinned and opened up his arms for a hug. “Congratulations!” I smiled.
“Thank you, Camilla.” He squeezed me once more and then we all posed for a picture.
“You two look so much alike. You’re only cousins?” Mary asked. Her eyes swung from me to dad, and I glared at Emmanuel. He ignored me and swept Mary up in another topic like it was nothing. I pulled my father off to the side and folded my arms.
“Cousins?” I hissed.
“You know we have to keep everything under wraps, Camilla. If the church found out you were my daughter it would fuck everything up.”
“Ugh. You’re already feeding into this family’s insanity.” I was not pleased at all. How the hell was I supposed to call him Trevor when I’d gotten so used to calling him dad? Then to have to keep calling Emmanuel daddy when he was screwing me all over that church…it was too much. I began to get a mild headache, throbbing slowly flowed behind my eyes. I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes.
“I thought we were moving away from deception,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Did you think everyone would just welcome our situation with open arms? It’s enough that we know the truth. The public isn’t a part of our family they don’t need to know.” Even though I wasn’t pleased, I didn’t let on in front of the staff. I’d been trained to hide family issues very well and that’s what I did. I smiled and talked with everyone over Reverend White joining the New Grace family.
Once the bullshit fest was done I bee-lined for my car. “Cami. Hold on.” Emmanuel followed me out and leaned against the driver’s side so I couldn’t get in. I thought he would crush the door under his bulk. “Are you alright?” He tilted my chin up so he could look into my eyes. “You looked like you had a headache back there.” My head was still throbbing actually. I nodded and fumbled around for my keys. “Come into my office. Trev is going over some things with Mary. This week we’ll start looking for an assistant for him.” We walked in through the back and he led me to his office. “I’m thinking, one of the cute girls in the choir. Keep him busy.” He chuckled as he locked the door. “Is it a bad episode?”
“No…my head just hurts. It’s that sneaky shit you and my dad are pulling. Telling everyone he’s my cousin.”
“You know why.” He said sternly.
“I know but still. I feel like it’s a never-ending storm of bullshit.” Emmanuel sat on the edge of his desk and watched me like he always did when he thought I was on the verge of flipping out.
“It is. But you of all people should know how to navigate it by now. Our family has a business to run and images to uphold.”
“Oh my god. I’m so tired of these stupid made for TV images!” My head started to pound harder.
“Come here.” He grabbed on to my hand and pulled me to him. I didn’t wait for him this time I kissed his lips and he actually seemed shocked. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me into the air effortlessly.
“I need you, Emmanuel.” I panted into his ear.
“Not while you’re father is in here.”
“Just…do something. You always know what to do.” I hated the pain that sliced through me. I hated my emotions. I hated how I was so controlled and turned on by Emmanuel to the point of begging. He looked at me as if he didn’t know which method of pain to inflict. I knew he didn’t want to bite me because the bruise would be immediate and glaring. Finally, he carried me into his bathroom and pushed my shirt up so he could get to my breasts. He bit my nipples and I cried out. Then he bit my bottom lip and I slipped my tongue into his mouth. “Mmm…I want you to fuck me so bad.”
“I know. You don’t think I want to?”
“Just fuck me right here in the bathroom. Nobody will know.” I was rubbing myself against his dick and he growled.
“Not with Trevor here.” He set me on my feet and pulled my shirt down. “You know I would love to fuck the shit out of you, but we have to be careful. I keep telling you that and I’m serious.”
“Emmanuel, I haven’t had sex in days. You’ve been sulking or whatever you’re doing over Dana and Xavier has put me on…” I searched for another word besides punishment. “A sex hiatus,” I said. The smirk on his face was so cocky I wanted to put my pussy on it so I didn’t have to look at it anymore.
“Oh?” He lifted his eyebrows.
“Yes. So…can we just have a quickie?”
“No.” He moved past me, back into his office. He walked out without another word to me and I felt the sting of rejection making my head swell with pressure. I did the only other thing I could do to relieve it. I locked myself in Emmanuel’s bathroom and brought myself to an orgasm with my fingers.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Laurel
I watched, as Ch
ris carefully got dressed for our double date. She tugged and pulled a black sundress over her ample hips and breasts. My heart sped up looking at the way she jiggled in all the right places. Her hair was curled in waves and she had on this amazing bronzer that made her look like chocolate gold. It was then that Camilla’s voice rang out in my mind: Give her an orgasm…
I never even bothered to taste Christina. She always went down on me without question and never asked for anything in return. It was time that ended. I swallowed all my inhibitions and went up to her after she finally got the dress on. Now I was going to mess up her impeccable hair and makeup. “How do I look?” She spun around in a circle and my vagina pulsated. I swallowed back my anxiety. I could do this!
“You look sexy.” I smiled.
“Thanks. So do you.” She bit her bottom lip and looked me up and down. Now was my time. I pushed her down on my bed, making her round breasts jiggle in the low cut dress. She wasn’t expecting that one at all. I hiked her dress up around her hips and I could smell her perfume. She smelled like jasmine flowers and honey. I kissed her thighs and a gasp escaped her. “Laurel you don’t have to,” she breathed.
“I want to,” I told her hungrily. I could see her pretty pink panties were damp already and it excited some primal part of me. I rubbed her wetness with my fingers and Chris moaned into the air. Fueled by her sounds, I circled faster and faster until her panties were soaked. Then I pulled them down and looked at her pretty pinkness. I wanted to see what she tasted like. I slid my tongue along her puffy lips and she cried out my name. It was so sexy I kept going just to hear how much I could make her moan. I did exactly as I felt her do to me time and time again. I sucked on her clit with gentle pressure. It drove her insane. She arched her back and grabbed at my hair. When I wasn’t sucking on her sensitive clit, I was circling it with my tongue, then I pushed my fingers inside of her and I felt her warm juices slip down my hand. She was so wet.
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