“Okay, so who’s the best friend?” I asked, still holding on to her ass.
“Promise you won’t get all weird.” She finished her slice of pizza and rested her forehead against mine. I hated making those types of promises. It only meant that I would be pissed off about whoever she mentioned. Immediately my wheels started clicking and I looked into her green eyes with a glare.
“Alexander,” I said with a grumble. She pulled back from my forehead a little and bit her bottom lip nervously. “Camilla, he’s supposed to be your doctor. Not your best friend.”
“Emmanuel, what’s going on with you and Alexander? You’re fine with me doing anything with anyone but as soon as I say I’m hanging out with him it’s a problem.” I could see her features turning angry and while I’d love to fuck the anger out of her, I didn’t want to see her upset. I kept hearing Dempsey’s voice in my head ‘you ever think she’s keeping things from you because you’re being too controlling?’ Here she was getting ready to tell me the truth and I was getting ready to fly off the handle and pay my little brother a visit.
“It’s a problem because I don’t want him getting any ideas about you,” I told her. Being open and honest was killing me but I’d do anything for her. “I don’t mind you hanging out with or even fucking anyone you want Cami…just not Alexander.”
“What the fuck is the big deal with him! Neither one of you will tell me anything. He acts like I have the fucking plague all the time, like he doesn’t even want to look at me for too long because of you. Now I finally got him to at least be my friend and you’re freaking out over us hanging out! I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” She climbed off of me and my hand missed the softness of her ass already.
I felt a little guilty after hearing that Alexander wouldn’t even look at her. Here I was thinking he was trying to fuck her under my nose but I had to remember that he’s true to his word and he was also still heartbroken. Besides, he’s not strong enough to deal with a woman like Camilla. Camilla was sitting on the far edge of the couch with her arms folded and her lips poked out in a sexy little pout. My fingers roamed her bare thigh until she fought off a grin.
“Look, you know me and you know there’s a reason for why I’m acting like this, right?” I asked.
“What’s the reason, Emmanuel?” She turned to look at me and I just wanted her to get over being pissed so I could feel her lips on mine.
“He’s my little brother. I didn’t want you to know in case it made you not want to have him as your therapist but now he’s your goddamn best friend.” When I looked at her, she narrowed her eyes at me like I’d just said something wrong. “What? That’s all it is. I just don’t want him getting any ideas because he’s my brother. I can deal with any other man but not him. I don’t do brother hopping,” I told her sternly. She still had the same narrow eyed look though, like I was speaking another language. “Cami…”
“He’s your brother! What the fuck? Are you fucking serious Emmanuel?” She shouted. “Why the fuck did I never hear about him when I was growing up? I heard about your father, your mother, all your aunts and uncles and cousins and you just conveniently left out the fact that you had a whole fucking little brother?!” She was pissed. Much more pissed than I anticipated she’d be. I tried to rub her shoulders but she shrugged away from me.
“I’m sorry. Shit. You never knew about him because he tries to stay as far away from me as possible. I wasn’t going to push my family on him when he pretended to be so into his work. I called him when I needed him,” I remarked.
“Everything makes so much sense now.” She laughed into the air. I hated when she went from pissed to laughing. It never ended well. I watched her cautiously and she just kept shaking her head.
“What makes so much sense?” I asked trying to make sure she stayed sane. Now is when I wished Alexander were here. He could talk just about anyone down, but especially Camilla.
“You two actually look alike. Oh my god.” More laughter. I made her face me and she looked like if she could shoot knives at me with her eyes, she would.
“It’s not that big of a deal, Camilla. I was trying to be honest with you. Stop acting like I was keeping the world’s biggest fucking secret.” She pressed her full lips into a line. “So now you’re not talking to me?” I asked. She responded with silence. She looked so much like Chloe having a damn tantrum. “Look, I have good news to offset the fucked up news. You gotta talk to me first.” I smirked at her and I could see the curiosity flourishing in her eyes. She wanted to know what the good news was.
I ran my finger down her arm and she frowned harder. I knew exactly how to push her buttons though. “Come here,” I told her. She stood her ground for a few seconds but it wasn’t long before she was climbing in my lap. “Good girl.” The tips of my fingers danced on her throat making her swallow. “Stop acting so fucking mad,” I ordered. “It’s not like you fucked him.” I slapped her ass and she yelped.
“Ugh. I don’t know why you have such a fucking hold on me.” I laughed at her phony anger and wrapped her thick hair around my fist. She gasped when I tugged her head backwards.
“Because you like the way I make you submit. You’re always running all over everyone but you can’t run all over me.” My tongue made circles on the soft flesh of Camilla’s neck and she moaned.
“Probably because you used to be my daddy,” She smirked. Her smartass mouth always got her in trouble.
“Used to be?” I quizzed. “I recall you calling me daddy last week when your legs were wrapped around me.” She blushed and bit her lip.
“Maybe,” she feigned amnesia.
“Yeah, okay.” I let her hair go and she peered down at me lustfully. I’d take that look over anger any day.
“What’s the good news asshole?” She grinned.
“I’m an asshole huh?” In one motion I had her over my knee.
“Emmanuel!” She giggled. I landed a firm slap to her ass and she flinched then relaxed. “Okay, I’m sorry.” She whined. I slapped her ass a few more times just because I knew it was making her pussy wet even though she acted like it hurt. I pulled her upright and looked at her flushed face.
“You wanna know the good news?” I asked.
“Yes!” I loved when she got excited and rocked back and forth, especially when she did it on top of my dick. I held her still for a moment to resist the urge to fuck her.
“What do I get for telling you?” I hooked my finger in her shorts and she sighed.
“What do you want?” She asked in a sexy voice.
“I want you. Same thing I always want,” I told her. She leaned in and kissed me finally and I pressed my erection into her. “Alright, before I fuck the shit out of you let me tell you the news.” I moved her off to the side so she wasn’t on top of me anymore; I needed to think straight. “I went to see Trev today.” She stopped breathing for a moment. “I told him that I talked to the judge and pulled some strings so he could be home in time for Chlo’s birthday.” I felt like a fucking king the way she hopped on me and screamed.
When she finally stopped squealing I just looked at her and smiled. I knew how much she hated me once I got her father locked up but I always knew I’d get his ass out and I knew she’d be elated when I did. I might have to break her down sometimes but I’d never leave her broken, I’d always build her back up.
“Emmanuel…oh my god. That’s amazing! You’re amazing!” She paused. “You’re evil but you’re amazing.” She laughed through happy tears.
“Now tell me how much you love me,” I chuckled. I slid my hands behind my head and just watched her beautiful face.
“I love you so fucking much,” she squeaked. She was back in my lap and kissing and licking all over me. “Oh my god I love you.” She tugged on my lip with her teeth and started unbuttoning my shirt frantically.
“I love you too.” I told her in between kisses.
“I know…I know you do.”
“I wish I could give you more,” I
confessed. I don’t know why the fuck I said it, but it came out so I rolled with it. Camilla frowned down at me.
“Give me more?” She asked, confused.
“Yeah, sometimes I wish we could do this whole thing over. I wish we could just be normal. I’d marry you,” I told her. I wanted nothing more than to snatch my words back but for some reason, seeing Camilla so happy and in love with me had me feeling remorseful, like I owed her something better than what I was giving her.
“You really would marry me?” She asked with wet eyes.
“In a fucking heartbeat.” I kissed her deep and slow this time and she melted onto my frame like glue. It felt like my heart was going to burst and not from stimulation but from how much I really loved this girl.
I didn’t want to fuck Camilla on the couch. I didn’t want to fuck her at all anymore. I wanted to make love to her. I carried her upstairs while her legs were wrapped around my waist and her arms were wrapped around my neck and our lips were crashing against each other. We fell back on the bed and I hovered over top of her. I just wanted to admire how beautiful she was before I was inside of her.
She wiggled out of her shorts and tossed her panties in the air with a giggle. I teased her pussy with the head of my dick first, making her squirm and drawing her wetness on to me. Camilla pleaded with me to fuck her. She squirmed under my weight and pushed her hips against me until the temptation was too much. I couldn’t keep teasing her like that. Her pussy was too wet and my dick was too hard. I slid inside of her and the scream she let out was so addictive I kept going deeper until she made that noise again. I stroked her throbbing pussy so deep that I saw tears spilling down her cheeks. I put her legs over my shoulders and thrust harder.
“I love you, Emmanuel.” She moaned and it pushed me to fuck her even harder until the entire bed swayed with our rhythm.
“I love you too Camilla.” I spoke into her hair. She was so slick between her thighs I was having a hard time staying inside of her let alone keeping myself from coming. “I want you to have my baby,” I whispered.
“I want to, Emmanuel,” she cried. I couldn’t hold on anymore after hearing that. I pushed as deep as I could and exploded hot cum inside of her. Camilla dug her nails into my flesh and arched her back as she clamped down on my cock.
We pulsed and throbbed together like we always do. I lay there inside of her just soaking in her warm pussy and feeling her chest rise and fall against me. I wanted to give her everything right then: houses, cars, kids, dogs, and the entire goddamn world if she wanted it.
**
Chapter Nineteen
Xavier
There were two extremely troubling news reports that kept alternating no matter what channel I flipped to. One report was of Jade Peterson being murdered in her hospital room with no witnesses and no leads and the other was of new evidence coming out in regards to Dana’s murder. I eyed both stories intently and felt my blood pressure rising after hearing about the brutal details of Jada’s murder.
After Camilla got done brutalizing the girl’s face, she told me all about her phony name and her true background. To say I felt stupid would be understatement of the year. Hearing about her being murdered still left a sour taste in my mouth though. She didn’t deserve that. The entire thing reeked of Emmanuel.
Once I was done dropping Chloe off at daycare, I went to pay the Mayor a quick visit. He was shocked to see me but he finished his meeting and took me into his office so we could have privacy.
“Last I checked, Cami was at work today, then she has a session. Why are you in here looking at me?” He asked with a frown.
“Seriously. You don’t know? I’m guessing you weren’t aware that your handy work made it to the news.” I pointed to the headline about Jada’s murder on my phone and his frown deepened.
“This happened yesterday?” He asked, looking at me confused. He was full of shit. Either that or he really didn’t know anything about it. Emmanuel was never one to hide his dirt when confronted but here he was looking like he had no idea what the fuck I was talking about. He looked back at my phone and suddenly he started chuckling.
“What the hell kind of twisted motherfucker are you turning into? You just dispose of anyone that ruffles Camilla’s feathers?” I made the screen on my phone go black as I glared at him. “Yeah, she fucked up pretty bad but this shit?” I gestured to my phone and shook my head. “She was suffocated in her hospital room with no fucking witnesses. You think this shit is funny?” I could feel my heart thumping against my chest furiously.
“I think it’s fucking hilarious.” He stood up and then dropped his smile immediately. “Only because you’re barking up the wrong damn tree as usual, boy.” He walked over to his window and stared out at the city. “I’m not the only fucked up individual in the world and Jada pissed off a lot of people.” I listened to him, trying to put the pieces together but if he didn’t do it then I had no idea who did. He was the only one evil enough to do some shit like that.
“The most fucked up individual I see right now is you. I can’t think of anyone else dark enough to murder someone who was already in the hospital after getting their nose bashed in.” He turned to look at me and lowered his brows.
“You obviously don’t know me as well as you think you do. She was a whore that meant absolutely nothing to me. Camilla handled her as she saw fit. Why would I go behind her? You don’t use your goddamn brain.” He was chuckling again and it was getting under my skin. He always marched around like he knew something I didn’t. This instance was no different.
“Okay Emmanuel. You didn’t do it is what you’re telling me, but you know who did, don’t you?”
“I do now that you brought it to my attention.” I didn’t know if I was crazy or not but I swear a look of pride inched across his face. “Go back to work Xavier. We don’t have anything else to discuss.”
“Tell me who did it. It was Wolf wasn’t it?” Emmanuel laughed again and shook his head.
“Listen, if I had anything to do with it do you think I’d hide it from you of all people? You really think I’m worried about what you think of me? I don’t give a flying fuck about you Xavier. If you weren’t Chloe’s father I’d put you in the fucking ground myself.”
“Fuck you,” I spat.
“Now, do I sound like someone interested in killing your little girlfriend?” He really didn’t. The longer I stood in his office the more I doubted that he had anything to do with Jada’s murder other than knowing who actually did it. “Now I see why Cami put your ass out,” he shook his head at me. “You clearly don’t know her like you think you do.” Anger propelled me closer to him so that I was inches from his face. I didn’t care if he was bigger than me, hearing him talk about private shit between Camilla and I was going to get him punched.
“So, I thought I’d get you lunch for a change. You need to get that bitch Angela though. She has one more time to look at me.” Camilla’s voice pushed through the door before she did. She stopped when she saw me standing in the middle of Emmanuel’s office. Her mouth hung open as her eyes swung from me to him.
“Thanks Cami. You let me handle Angie.” Emmanuel walked over to her and took the bags to the sitting room.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Camilla frowned at me.
“Have you seen the news Cami?” Emmanuel was standing way too fucking close to Camilla for my liking. I felt my skin getting hot just looking at how he seemed to claim her with every move he made. I had to remind myself that she and I were on a break and Emmanuel was an asshole who liked to rub shit in my face.
“What news?” Camilla asked.
“Show her your phone Pretty Boy.” He laughed and sat down to open the food. Camilla glanced at me and held her hand out for my phone. I felt like a giant jackass but I showed her anyway. Her reaction wasn’t what I expected. I thought she would tense or make a snide comment but she just raised her eyebrows and smirked. Her and Emmanuel shared a look and he winked at her.
; “Anybody wanna explain this shit to me?” If Camilla and Emmanuel wanted to act secretive then fuck it. Before I walked out of his office, I grabbed her hand and tugged her out into the lobby.
“So you and Emmanuel are a thing now?” I asked her quietly.
“Haven’t we always been a thing Xavier?”
“Not like this. Not you bringing him lunch and shit.”
“Xavier, calm down. We’re taking a break remember? We’re taking a break because you just couldn’t keep your promises. So please spare me all the high and mighty shit.” I deflated a bit and nodded my head.
“Okay, you’re right,” I sighed. “I can’t get mad at you.”
“Thank you,” she snapped.
“I’m sorry.” I rubbed my thumb over the back of her hand and frowned. “When the hell is your hand going to be better?”
“I don’t know. The skin is growing back but my knuckles are still kinda warped. I might have to be in a brace for a while after the bandage comes off.” I pressed her injured hand to my lips and kissed it. She turned her head a little thinking I couldn’t see her blushing.
“I hope you feel better,” I told her.
“Thanks.”
“Is there anything I can do?” My arm slipped around her waist and I tugged her closer to me. I missed her so much it was killing me. She shook her head and tried to pull away but I had her locked in. I didn’t want anything from her; I just wanted to hold her for a minute. “Are you going back to work after you leave here?” I asked her.
“Yeah, I’ll see you there.” She smiled and I fought the urge to kiss her. Why the fuck did I have to mess everything up? Camilla put everything on hold for me and I threw all of it out the window. Sadness washed over me as I let my arm drop and she moved away. “Stop,” she whined quietly.
“Stop what?” I shoved my hands in my pockets to keep from touching her again.
“Looking like that. I hate when you look like that.” She chewed on her bottom lip and moved a little closer to me. “I don’t hate you Xavier. I actually love you more than you probably know but you hurt me.”
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