Twisted Revenge

by Danielle James

  “You’re hurt? You got the bitch pregnant, Xavier!”

  “Stop saying that. I don’t know if she’s pregnant yet…” His words hit me like bricks.

  He didn’t know?

  Could it be possible that Ava wasn’t pregnant?

  “What do you mean?” I stammered.

  “Just know that I will make sure of everything before I start claiming babies.”

  I nodded involuntarily it was as if my mind and body wanted to believe him more than anything. He grabbed my face and brought it to his. “Camilla, if Ava isn’t pregnant then I don’t wanna do this open relationship anymore. I want you. You’re going to stop this shit with Manny too.”

  “It’s not that easy,” I told him.

  “It is if you love me too.”

  “I do love you.” Tears started to burn the rims of my eyes.

  “Then promise me once all this shit is over if I can prove she’s lying that you’ll come back to me and you’ll leave Manny alone. I can promise that I’ll give you time to end it, but it has to end.” My heart was racing inside of my chest. I thought it would break free and fly away any minute.

  Ending things with Emmanuel was something I wasn’t ready to face but at the same time, the thought of just being with Xavier excited me and made me curious.

  Everything that hung in the balance hinged on Ava being pregnant.

  I knew one thing for sure: if she wasn’t pregnant I was going to beat the shit out of her.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Emmanuel

  Mrs. Harris was a short woman with almond eyes and a slender nose. Her light brown skin was peppered with cinnamon colored freckles and her hair was golden and short. I’d been meeting with her and a few community organizers for the past few hours.

  Once I asked to meet with her, she cleared her schedule. I told her face-to-face that I would let them use New Grace for their rally. When I offered to speak at the rally I saw her smile for the first time.

  In two weeks the rally would be held at New Grace, I offered to push promotion on a local level and fill the seats. Mrs. Harris seemed amazed that I was willing to help her son’s cause so much but there were always intentions yet to be seen. I satiated her by taking care of everything and giving her an all expenses paid trip to the spa and salon. Our meeting ended with lots of hugs and me handing out New Grace t-shirts to everyone.

  When I got back to New Grace, most of the staff was having lunch. Everyone was there except for Xavier, Ava, and Camilla. My eyes searched for her but she was nowhere to be found. I went into my office where Dana knocked on the door before I could even sit down. “Can I get in the door first?” I asked with a huff.

  “Did you really go finalize that rally?” She quizzed with her arms folded.

  “Yes, Dana. I did. It’s a good move. You heard what Camilla said. I fully agree with her.” She rolled her eyes and sat in the chair in front of my desk.

  “Of course you agree with her Manny, you’re sticking your dick in her every minute you can.” I was so tired of her reckless mouth. My jaw ticked up and down as I glared at her.

  “That has nothing to do with it.”

  “Oh, so you can finally admit it huh?” She cackled loudly and I moved to close my door. I didn’t need anyone eavesdropping.

  “Yes. I’m fucking Camilla. I’m fucking her all over our bedroom, our house, this desk,” I watched the words cut into her and I sat back down. “Are you happy now?” I blew out a breath.

  “I already knew. I saw you fucking her one night. I saw everything.” At that point, I didn’t care if she’d seen me or not. I needed her to know that we were through. The last thing I wanted to do was have a nasty public divorce but I was sick and fucking tired of Dana. “You’re not the same man I married.” Dana shook with anger. I could see it in her eyes that she wanted to hit me.

  “I am the same man you married. You just never knew who I really was.”

  “Do you love her?” She asked, her anger deflating and morphing into pain. I wanted her to feel the pain deeper though. I wanted her to stop trying to push our broken pieces together and just leave it alone.

  “Yes,” I said spitefully. Only I wasn’t saying it to spite Dana. I really did love Camilla. It was a fucked up move on my part and I was going to have to right my wrong but right now I just needed Dana to realize my love wasn’t with her anymore.

  “She’s your daughter!” She shouted and I cringed hoping nobody heard.

  “She’s not my daughter. No matter how many times you say it, there’s nothing you can do about the truth. Camilla isn’t my child, she never has been, and she’s not a little girl anymore.”

  “You’re going to leave me for her? Do you know how that will look to the public? You’ll be finished.” Her tone was threatening and it made me angry.

  “I’m not leaving you for her. I’m leaving you because I don’t love you and you’ve become more of a burden than anything else.” I stalked the office like a lion. I was so fed up that I wanted to punch something, anything. Instead, I just let my hands turn to fists at my side.

  “What did I do, Manny?” She was sobbing now.

  “You refused to make things right. I could’ve looked past you keeping a part of Camilla from herself. I was a part of that too. I will own my part. You won’t own yours though. You didn’t even try. That’s what you did, Dana.” She had nothing more to say. She dried her tears and stood.

  “So are we through? Are we getting a divorce?” She asked.

  “Probably. I’m not sure when to start the process with everything going on but expect for a lawyer to be in contact with you.”

  “Please don’t, Manny,” she begged, clutching my elbow frantically.

  “You know it has to be over. Just like I do. I’ll let you keep all of your jewelry and clothes. I’ll even give you a car. Nothing else though. No money. You’re done. Our prenup doesn’t specify a time limit.” That’s when she lost it.

  With Dana, it’s always been about money, status, and things. As long as her materialistic life wasn’t disturbed she was content to live in the pool house and accept my transgressions with her daughter but the moment I told her she would be cut off, she became unhinged.

  Dana let out a shrill scream before littering me with punches and slaps. “You can’t do this to me, Emmanuel!” She got me good in the nose. I heard the punch connect and felt the sting immediately. “I will tell everyone about you and Camilla!”

  I backed her into the door and closed my hand around her throat. “You won’t say a damn thing, Dana. You’re gonna take what I give you and go on about your life. There’s a nondisclosure clause in there too. Did you forget that?” I let her go and she came at me with more blows.

  I knew what I was getting myself into with marrying her. I knew the heights my life and career would climb to and I made sure my prenuptial agreement was iron clad and didn’t have that stupid fucking time clause attached. No matter when I wanted a divorce, Dana wouldn’t get shit. She was also gagged against speaking publicly about anything that went on during our marriage or in our home so she couldn’t make money off of slanderous books either. She knew that very well when she signed it. That’s why she was so enraged. She knew a divorce meant she’d get nothing but what I decided to give her. Both Camilla and Christina were no longer minors so child support wasn’t an option either.

  Mary was the first person to rush into my office upon hearing the commotion. She saw Dana landing blows to my head and face and tried to pry her off of me. Dana swung at Mary. The punch made a crunching sound and Mary recoiled holding her face. I was done letting Dana rum amok. I wrapped my arms around her and restrained her from hitting anyone else. “Let me go, dammit! You’re a bastard, Emmanuel!” Xavier ran in next and asked what he could do.

  “Get Mary some first aid. Let me handle Dana.” I said gesturing to the wild, bucking woman in my arms. Xavier helped Mary out of the office and I tightened my arms around Dana, making it hard for her to even breat
he. She whimpered as her flying limbs slowed to a halt. “Are you gonna stop acting fucking crazy?” I asked. She didn’t respond. “Dana, if I let you go will you stop acting crazy?”

  “Yes.” She nodded, panting. I dropped my arms to my side and shook my head at her.

  “Mary has a busted lip but she’ll be fine,” Xavier said. He looked from me to Dana with questions in his eyes. “Do I need to call the police?” He half-joked. “What the hell is going on in here?”

  “Tell him what you told me, Manny. How you love Camilla and that’s why we’re getting a divorce.” Xavier’s eyes narrowed as he looked towards me. After trying to restrain Dana, I didn’t need to try and fight Xavier too.

  “Not what I said, we’re getting a divorce because our marriage is done.”

  “Divorce?” Xavier decided to ignore Dana for the time being. “Is that what all this is about? You had to see that coming, Dana,” he scoffed at her. Xavier turned his eyes to me and said: “Did she tell you about how she tried to fuck me?” I hadn’t seen that coming. I saw through her and Trevor, but never did I think she would throw herself at Xavier. It made me no difference though.

  “No. I’m not shocked though,” I exhaled.

  “What the fuck is the commotion?” Finally, Trevor arrived, locs swinging in his face, as he looked at Dana then me.

  “Trev, I’m so glad you’re here,” I smiled. “Why don’t you take your girlfriend here back to the pool house?”

  “My girlfriend?” He stammered. “What are you talking about?”

  “I know you’re fucking her. Look, I don’t care, just get her the fuck out of my office before all the staff shows up with questions.”

  “I can escort myself, Emmanuel,” she sniffed.

  “Then you do that,” I grumbled. I wanted everyone out of my fucking office. Everyone. If I had to control my temper around people for much longer I would be my own undoing. “Send Camilla in here,” I told whoever was listening. I didn’t give a flying fuck right now. Xavier didn’t have a leg to stand on with a possible illegitimate baby floating around and Trevor just got busted for fucking my soon-to-be ex-wife.

  They could be mad but only one person could soothe my savage beast. I knew my orders were heeded when Camilla was standing in front of me. “What the hell is going on?” She asked in hushed tones before closing the door.

  “I’m divorcing Dana. She threw a giant hissy fit.” Her green eyes widened.

  “Divorce? Oh shit. I always thought you two were gonna be married forever. Not happy or speaking to each other but married nonetheless.” Her sarcasm died down and she asked if I was okay. Feeling her soft hand on my face calmed me down even though I wasn’t okay. I pulled Camilla down on top of me and kissed her. My dick wanted inside of her immediately. “I thought you didn’t want to fuck in your office anymore?” She asked breathlessly.

  “Fuck that.” I tugged at her full bottom lip until we were kissing again. “I need to fuck the shit out of you,” I growled.

  “Okay,” was all she said. At least catching feeling for each other didn’t stop the insatiable hunger to fuck. Camilla’s long hair was brushed up high in a ponytail and I needed to pull it. When I tugged it backward she whimpered.

  “You still my little nasty bitch?” I asked holding her hair in my hand.

  “Yes, Emmanuel.”

  “Good. Act like it.” I stood up and sat her petite frame on my desk. Lucky for me, she was wearing a sexy cotton dress. She spread her legs and I knelt down in front of her. Even inhaling her sweet scent drove me crazy. I teased her plump pussy lips before opening her with my tongue. My name was like a song on her lips the way she called for me. “This is my pussy,” I told her in between kisses to her stiff clit.

  “Yes,” she groaned out. I wrapped my lips around her and felt her jerk forward. Holding her clit still between my lips, I rubbed my tongue over the tip of it and she let out a scream that I know everyone heard. “I need you to fuck me,” she begged. Her hand rubbed the top of my head frantically and her hips rotated in a circle while she fucked my face. She painted her wetness all over me.

  When I stood, she was still writhing from the orgasm I’d given her. I took my suit jacket off and tossed it to the side. Camilla sat up and nearly popped the buttons from my shirt trying to get to my chest. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she moaned for me. “Emmanuel fuck me. Hard.” She said in my ear.

  “Hard?” I smirked. She nodded. I positioned my cock right at her slippery hole.

  “Like this?” I pushed deep inside of her and she cried out.

  “Yes! Fuck me just like that.” She moaned in my ear as I slammed her against the wall with my dick still impaled inside of her. I thrust inside of her, again and again, taking out all of my frustrations. With each dip inside of her, she clamped her walls around my dick. This time Camilla was the one doing the biting. She was like a fucking wild woman. She bit my neck and I let out a low growl that seemed to turn her on even more.

  My dick slid in and out of her at a furious pace until her pussy got so tight I could barely move without coming. My dick was throbbing as I coated her walls.

  “Emmanuel, oh my god. It feels so good,” she whined quietly. I had to stay absolutely still after that because the head of my dick was too sensitive to withstand her wiggling.

  When I finally pulled out of her, my cock was sheathed in her creamy cum. She looked down and I saw the nastiest glint in her green eyes. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth as she lowered to her knees. “I wanna taste.” She purred. Before I could object, she plunged my still sensitive dick in her mouth and started to clean every bit of herself off of me. I let out a noise and tried to grit my teeth against the electric sensations flitting across my skin. I grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back. She let out a devious little giggle and smiled up at me.

  “You want me to fuck you again?” I asked. “Because if you keep sucking my dick like this…that’s what’s gonna happen.”

  “Yes.” She said licking her lips. I knew she meant it too. She pushed me backward with her dainty hands until I was sitting on my desk.

  “What are you doing, Cami?” I asked with a knowing smirk as I looked down at the top of her head.

  “Sucking your dick,” she replied before taking my softening dick in her warm mouth.

  It wasn’t long before I had an erection again with the way she slid her lips up and down my shaft. Once she was satisfied with her work she climbed on top of me and pushed her pussy on my cock. I held on to her hips and watched the show as her perky titties bounced up and down while she rode me.

  “Shit Camilla,” I laid my head back and let her do what she wanted with my dick. When she came again, she finally climbed off of me and exhaled.

  She was satiated.

  I grabbed her ass and kissed her neck slowly, making her moan. “Emmanuel, I lov…” I heard the words coming and I put my fingers to her lips, stopping them. I couldn’t hear her say them.

  “I know you do. I do too,” I told her honestly. I loved her in all the ways I’d been unable to love Dana as fucked up as it sounds. I was stupid to think I could keep fucking Camilla like this and not get caught up in feelings.

  “You don’t want me to say it,” Camilla said quietly. She already knew. She’d grown to know me in ways nobody else had.

  “No. It’s gonna do something to me if I hear you say that and if I say it back.”

  “So just pretend we don’t?” She asked, pulling her dress up over her shoulders.

  “I don’t know. Just let me figure it out,” I sighed.

  “I’m not mad at you,” Camilla said, looking over her shoulder at me. “I kinda understand why we shouldn’t say it to each other.” Her gaze fell. “When I said it to Xavier it made everything real.” I nodded my head and wrapped my arms around her from behind. She exhaled softly and I kissed her shoulder up to her neck, then she turned around so I could kiss her lips.

  God, I love you, Camilla.

  The th
ought ran rampant in my head but I kept my lips shut.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Trevor

  With Manny finding out about Dana and me, a part of my plan had unraveled. I couldn't throw it in his face because he didn't give a fuck. I knew he would care about his daughter though and I knew he would care about his entire following finding out he was screwing his step-daughter. Camilla popped into my head and I envisioned every media outlet broadcasting her face and story. I also saw her being hurt that I was the one who put it all in motion.

  Fuck.

  Before, I had planned to crumble the New Grace empire and put every bit of twisted drama out for the world to see. I didn't care if Camilla got stung in the process. That was before I saw her heartbroken and sad. Before I saw how her eyes filled with tears and how she only wanted me to make it better.

  Now my plan had me severely conflicted. Manny should be brought down for thinking he could do as he pleased with who he pleased. But Camilla didn’t deserve to have her father treat her as a pawn like she’d been treated her entire life.

  I paced the floor of my living room and Rashad sat on the couch watching me.

  “Man, calm down. You’re making me nervous,” He huffed. He knocked back a Corona and put the bottle on the coffee table.

  “You know, I thought I wanted to fuck Manny over and tear all his shit up. Fuck his wife, his daughter, burn his shit to the ground so the world could see his fucked up life…”

  “But?” Rashad quizzed.

  “But now, I don’t want to hurt Camilla.”

  “You said Manny fucked her, right?”

  “Yeah.” It still made my blood boil, and hearing it said out loud was even worse.

  “You fucked his daughter, and you fucked his wife. If you fuck up his empire, then you fuck up your money. If you ask me, you need to set your sights on Dana. She started all of this.” Rashad lit a cigarette and reclined on the sofa. “See, Camilla has been fucking Manny long enough that it’s a relationship. You take him down and you hurt her. There’s no way around it. I don’t want you to hurt her and you don’t want to either.” He was right about that. He was right about everything.