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by Danielle James


  “Maybe tomorrow then?” Angela asked me sweetly.

  “Nope. Not tomorrow either,” Camilla snapped. Angela smiled and closed the door behind her. “Emmanuel, are you fucking her?” She barely waited until the door was closed before she laid into me. I wanted to be angry at her accusations but she looked so damn sexy when she was pissed like this.

  “Camilla, don’t ask me stupid questions.” I tried to do something on the computer to take my eyes away from the way her chest moved up and down with each angry breath or the way her lips were parted just begging for my tongue to slip in between them. Shit.

  “God, can one of my men act right?” She laughed but it wasn’t warm like her normal laughs.

  “Watch your mouth,” I warned.

  “Or what?” She was leaning over my desk and I wanted to push her skirt up and stuff her with my dick. Instead, I grabbed her cheeks and brought her face close to mine.

  “Or else I’ll make you break your fucking faithful streak with Xavier and take your pussy.” I watched her throat roll as she swallowed back the lust that was creeping into her eyes. “You and I both know that’s mine anyway. I’m behaving right now but you know how I feel when you start talking crazy.” I let her face go and she sat her ass back down like a good girl. She knew I’d make good on my promise and she’d feel horrible but she’d be back where she belonged.

  Their entire relationship was annoying as shit but I knew I couldn’t have Camilla the way I wanted, in the public eye, on my arm, wearing my name so I had to take what I could get. I wouldn’t hesitate fucking up their streak though if she kept talking like she didn’t have any goddamn sense.

  “Okay,” Camilla said quietly.

  “How was your session with Dr. Epps?” I asked, settling back down into my chair.

  “It was okay until he started asking me about those damn pills.” She tugged on a lock of her hair and I just wanted to shake some damn sense into her. I know she hated taking her medicine but it was supposed to balance her out. Even if she took half of a pill at a time it would be better than taking nothing at all. I mulled over ways to sneak the pills in her food but she lived with Xavier now so there was really no way for me to do that. I could always press Xavier out to do it though.

  “You know you need to take your pills, Camilla,” I grumbled at her. I knew I could make her take them but I wanted her to do it because it was something she was supposed to do any damn way. I knew the real reason she didn’t want to take her pills she didn’t want to feel like she was turning into her mother. I couldn’t rightfully blame her for that either. I dropped the argument because I really did want to have lunch with her.

  I had Angela order us lunch from the bistro down the block and bring it in. Camilla smiled up at her sweetly when she set the food down in front of us. “You sure you never considered a career as a waitress, Angela? You’re so good at it.”

  “You need to learn some respect when speaking to your elders little girl.” Angela’s tone was icy and didn't go unnoticed by Camilla. She shifted in her seat and looked up at Angela who was glaring openly at her.

  “I’d think since you're my elder that you'd know how to hide your desperation better.” Camilla gestured to Angela’s unbuttoned blouse. I inhaled sharply and started opening the bags of food. Angela tensed at her words and looked at me for help. I couldn't help her though. Camilla was hell on wheels and with me, she got whatever she wanted. Ever since I realized how much I cared about her she's gotten away with murder.

  “Look, bitch…” My head jerked in Angela's direction and I frowned so hard I felt a vein threatening to pulse. Did she really let Camilla unnerve her that much?

  “Woah, Angela have you lost your damn mind? Watch how you speak to her. You understand? That was very unprofessional and I’d hate for you to lose your job because you can't control your temper.” Judging by the smug look on Camilla’s face I knew she expected that exact outcome. Angela smoothed an imaginary wrinkle on her skirt and looked at me apologetically.

  “Well, you need to keep her contained, Emmanuel. She's out of control.”

  “I'm perfectly fine. Don't talk about me like I'm not here.” Camilla was standing now which meant that I had to stand too. I've been around her long enough to know that she will lash out at any given moment. I positioned myself between her and Angela and placed a firm hand on Camilla’s shoulder.

  “Angie, you should leave now,” I sighed.

  “You let her do whatever she wants because of everything that's happened but you're doing her a disservice.” She leaned in and spoke under her breath like Camilla didn't have ears that worked just fine.

  “You let me worry about Cami. You need to worry about your job.” I needed her and everyone else to understand that Camilla was off limits. I didn't expect anyone to disrespect her and if they did they'd be looking for a new job.

  “Am I interrupting something here?” Dempsey’s familiar voice cracked the uncomfortable silence and we all turned to face him. I was relieved that Camilla’s stern gaze melted when she saw him.

  Dempsey and Camilla had grown to adore each other over the past year. He doted on her the entire time she was pregnant with Chloe and gave her damn near whatever she wanted.

  The two embraced in a big hug, which was normal for them. Dempsey planted a kiss on Camilla’s cheek and then turned to eye Angela. Her face was painted with pure annoyance. She already knew that Dempsey was going to chew into her over Camilla.

  “I was just leaving.” Angela snapped.

  “Good. I sure hope you're being nice to my girl here because if you're not...that would be stupid Angie. Real stupid.”

  “I said I’m leaving, Dempsey.” Angela moved towards the door and closed it a little harder than necessary but I let it slide.

  “What the fuck is her problem?” Dempsey grumbled patting Camilla on the back.

  “Emmanuel probably stuck his dick in her and now she’s jealous,” Camilla blurted. Her entire demeanor reeked of jealousy. If I weren’t pissed at what she said, I’d be thinking about fucking her up against the window. The way her eyes glittered when she was angry was sexy as hell. I pushed past the way my dick twitched when looking at her and frowned. “Camilla, what the fuck did I tell you about your mouth?” I turned her head to face me and when our eyes locked tension started to bud between us. It was almost palpable and I could tell in the way she squirmed that she felt it too.

  Dempsey looked at Camilla and then back to me. Even he could sense the electricity in the air. She and I were about to face off and it never ends gently when we do that.

  “In a minute I’m gonna douse the both of you with ice water.” Even though Dempsey was speaking, neither of us broke our stare.

  “Give us a moment, Dempsey. Please.” My words were tense and I felt like I was barely moving my lips as I spoke. Dempsey huffed but left the office making sure to lock the door behind him. I even heard him ushering Angie and my aide out of the office.

  As soon as everything was quiet, Camilla railed into me pushing and shoving like a crazy woman. “Are you fucking Angela?” She asked, her voice rising.

  “What the fuck did I tell you, Camilla?” I exploded more than I’d intended to. I had so much pent up energy from not fucking her that I was a ticking time bomb.

  “I don’t know because you never answered me, Emmanuel. Are you fucking her?” My fists were clenched so tight at my sides that I could feel my nails digging into my flesh. Only Camilla could make me that fucking mad that fucking quick.

  “No, I’m not. Stop trying to turn me into Xavier.” I toned my voice down so I didn’t shout at her but Jesus, I wanted to yell at her and get her to see that she had cast some sort of spell on me and she was all that I wanted. As fucked up as it was, it was my reality and I was fine with it.

  Camilla stiffened when I mentioned Xavier’s name. “He’s not cheating on me,” she said. Sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than me. I took one big step and stood in front of her. I
placed my hands on her arms and just studied her face. “I know you don’t believe it but he’s not. Besides he always tells me when he is. That’s one thing I can give Xavier he doesn’t lie. No matter how much I wish he would sometimes, he doesn’t lie about fucking other bitches.” She was right about that. Xavier never told a lie no matter how many times Camilla hurled things at him or threatened to end their relationship. He always told her about his infidelities.

  “Camilla, I don’t give a fuck about what he’s doing. I’m trying to get you to see that you can’t judge me like I’m him,” I explained. “During this entire twisted love triangle, I’m the only one that’s been faithful.” I felt like a goddamn teenage boy opening up my heart to Camilla like this. Her eyes softened at my words and she wouldn’t look at me.

  “You’re right,” She almost whispered. “Oh my God…” It was as if she never realized that this entire time I’ve only had my sights set on her. I’ve only fucked her. Only made love to her. I’ve had dozens of offers, dozens of women like Angela, invitations into powerful beds that would’ve advanced my platform but I’ve only wanted Camilla. She was mine and that’s how it would always be.

  Maybe that’s why it was never meant for Chloe to be my daughter because if she were, I would have told the world and I wouldn’t have cared about how it looked to the public. I would have been so high on knowing that Camilla gave birth to our child that everyone else would have just had to deal with the shit.

  I searched Camilla’s eyes trying to read her but she was just staring out of the window, tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. “What is it?” I asked her.

  “I just…never realized that you’ve never been with anyone else but me this whole time.” Her face was a vision of sadness though and it made my chest ache. I tried to keep myself from touching her because I knew where that would lead. I have no control when it comes to touching her. I moved away before I fucked up her whole streak with Xavier and sat at my desk to hide the fact that my dick was straining to get to her.

  “I gotta go, Emmanuel,” she blurted before dashing out of the office. I didn’t even try to stop her because I knew she needed time. I needed time too shit.

  **

  “Do you know what the public will say if they find out about you and Camilla?” Dempsey was in my office shortly after Camilla left staring at me intensely. “They will call you a disgusting, sick motherfucker. They will say that you’re fucking your daughter and that you’re a fucked up human being. A predator.” His words rolled off of me and I kept seeing Camilla’s sad face in my mind. “I love Camilla, but you can’t let anyone find out about her. How long do you think it’s gonna be before Angie catches on with the way you two interact?”

  “I don’t know, Dempsey,” I groaned. “You protect Camilla too though. Don’t put this shit all on me, man.”

  “You’re right,” he confessed. His chest deflated a bit and he sagged into a chair. “You two are different though,” he continued. “You’ll nearly kill anyone who breathes at her wrong.” Not nearly. I would absolutely kill anyone that breathed at her wrong. I wouldn’t hesitate, even if I had to put a bullet in them myself.

  “Alright, look I’ll smooth things over with Angie and take her out to eat.” I conceded with my hands up.

  “Good. Maybe let her give you a little blowjob.” Dempsey cracked a wicked smile and I just shook my head.

  “Nope,” I laughed. “You see how Camilla was ready to take my head off over just a damn suspicion? Could you imagine if my dick was anywhere near Angie?”

  “I imagine you wouldn’t have a dick anymore,” Dempsey chuckled.

  “You’d be imagining right,” I told him.

  We joked around a bit before the conversation turned serious and I asked him about Trevor’s case. “He’s up for parole next month. Judge Dean is still handling his case,” he informed me. I rubbed my chin and nodded slowly.

  I let Trevor sit in prison for a little over a year just to see what he would do. Would he turn into a rat? Would he brood and stew and plot more revenge? My eyes on the inside told me he kept to himself and didn’t talk to anyone. For Camilla and Chloe’s sake, I made sure he was protected for the most part while he was in there. I couldn’t stop everything but I could make sure he didn’t get killed. Besides, I promised Camilla that before everything went down I wouldn’t hurt or kill her father.

  I was buddies with the judge on his case and I could have him let out on good behavior whenever I wanted but first I needed to make sure he’d learned his lesson. Camilla begged to see him and I told her I’d get her in but I didn’t want him telling her how everything happened before I got the chance to, so I told her that he wasn’t up for visitors each time she asked. I’m sure she knew after a while that I was keeping her from him so she stopped asking. I knew Camilla though and if there was any man she loved more than Xavier and me, it was Trevor.

  I knew she’d been writing him and sending him pictures. Maybe even talking to him on the phone. I didn’t care about any of that shit though as long as Trevor kept his fucking mouth shut.

  There’s no quicker way to break a man’s spirit than to put him in prison for any amount of time. To have your freedoms taken away and to be treated like shit and not be in control of your own life can be severely damaging. So no, I didn’t kill Trevor or even hurt him but I knew a part of him is dead, and that’s what I wanted.

  **

  Chapter Four

  Xavier

  Jada knew what she was doing wearing those curve-hugging outfits. Today she attempted to hide her ass under a cardigan but a blind man could see that shit. I was being professional though. I ordered a black coffee for her and one for me. We were seated in a nearly empty coffee house 20 minutes from New Grace and I was an hour late.

  “Okay Jada looks like all your tests and references check out. The position is yours if you want it,” I told her.

  “Of course I’ll take it.” She smiled and her cheeks looked so cherubic. I knew better though. “So are you gonna buy me a real drink later to celebrate or are we still pretending like there’s no chemistry between us?” I ignored her comment as best I could and pushed a small stack of papers her way.

  “All you have to do is sign these. If you want, you can take them with you and drop them off tomorrow. I’ll be in, but you can leave them with Mary or Camilla too.”

  “Okay, so we’re still pretending.” She straightened her back and smirked. “Sure thing. I’ll sign them for you tonight. Over dinner at my place.” Fuck. She just would not stop pushing. My eyes slid over her breasts and then rested on her face. “Stop undressing me with your eyes,” She giggled. What I wouldn’t give to be able to control myself for one damn minute. I rubbed my forehead and took another sip of scalding hot coffee. Maybe the mild burns on my tongue would jolt some sense into my ass.

  “I can’t do dinner. Camilla isn’t free,” I said.

  “Lucky for me, I wasn’t inviting her.” Under the table, Jada slid her foot up and down my calf waking my dick up instantly. “So, can I have your number now that I’m an employee?” She purred.

  “You can have my work cell,” I told her. She punched my information into her cell and not one minute later my work phone buzzed in my pocket. When I saw that she’d sent me a picture of herself in the bathroom mirror in just a sheer, wet tank top I thought my dick would break the zipper on my slacks. I hit delete instantly and glared at Jada from across the table. She pouted once she realized what I did.

  “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” She stood up and sauntered away. Her ass had a melody of its own and I could not stop watching no matter how hard I tried.

  Once she was out of sight, I tried everything I could to get my erection to go the fuck away. Finally, my thoughts switched to my baby girl. I pictured her cute smile and how much she giggled whenever I tickled her. In no time I was normal again.

  Good.

  Crisis averted.

  My work phone buzzed again and I groaned when I s
aw another picture. This time Jada was taking pictures from the coffee house bathroom. Her perfect tits were all I could see. Her nipples looked like gumdrops and I wanted to put my mouth on them. She sent another picture of her lacy white panties. I could see the outline of her pussy and I couldn’t deny my hard on if my life depended on it. I looked around before standing to my feet. I dropped a twenty on the table and went over to the counter.

  “Here,” I put two one hundred dollar bills in the teenager’s hand. “Don’t let anyone come in the bathroom.” My eyes fell to her nametag, “Thanks, Brooke.” She smiled and nodded her head.

  I pushed into the women’s bathroom and locked it behind me. I knew what I was about to do was fucked up but my dick was doing the driving right now and Jada was going to get what she was asking for. “You know you’re a fucking tease right?” I asked once I walked into the stall Jada was in. She grinned lustfully at me and started to unbutton her blouse. I could see her hard nipples through the white lace of her bra and I adjusted my erection before unzipping my pants.

  I didn’t want to kiss her. Didn’t want to talk anymore or touch her gently. She wanted my dick and I was going to give it to her. I palmed her breasts and pinched her nipples making her gasp loudly. When I slipped my hand between her thighs she closed her eyes and moaned my name. Her arms slid around my neck and I rubbed her clit making sure she was nice and wet before I fucked her. She was.

  I took a condom from my wallet and tossed it to Jada. “Put it on me,” I told her with a smirk. She tore into the plastic and slipped it on me like a pro. I pushed her over so her ass was in the air and then I slammed inside of her warm pussy and she screamed out. Her hands gripped the back of the toilet and I pushed her leg up on the seat so I could really dig deep inside of her. It was just like fucking any of the other women I’d had before. Her pussy was good, it was wet and warm and my favorite part of it all, it held no strings.

  I felt blinded when I was fucking Jada. I couldn’t see that I’d just broken a promise to the mother of my child and the woman I loved. All I saw was the phat ass and wet pussy I was fucking. That’s all I cared about until I finally came. I didn’t bother asking if Jada came. I didn’t care because I’d been hurled back into my right frame of mind.

 

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