“All of this can’t be for naught.” I brooded. “I know too much and I’ve done too much.”
“Manny is divorcing Dana so nothing that I do is going to hurt her any more than that.” I felt trapped. In coming here I’d been sucked into their twisted ways and now I was tangled. If Manny figured out about Dana and I there was only a matter of time before he found out about Chris too. I felt in over my head. I should have just whooped his ass when I caught him with Camilla.
I sat beside Rashad and looked up at the ceiling. I needed to figure something out and fast. “Look, Trev I can handle some of this shit for you. Let me give Dana a little hell and make her pay for some of the fucked up things she’s done.” I eyed him for a moment and nodded solemnly.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked him curiously.
“I don’t know yet. That’s the beauty of it all.” He let out a sinister laugh and patted my shoulder.
“Okay. You handle Dana and I’ll figure out this shit with Manny’s daughter.” Rashad went back to his six-pack of Corona’s and I tore my mind apart trying to figure out how to expose Manny without implicating myself. Maybe I could bring him down, keep my cash cow, and comfort Camilla once she got hurt.
It would be one hell of a task though, and so far nothing in my twisted revenge plan had gone as expected.
When Sunday came around, I ran through my sermon quickly to the surprise of the congregation. I wanted to get a hold of someone else I knew I could trust that wasn’t as much of a wild card as Rashad was. Since Xavier wasn’t preaching this Sunday, he was in his office calling around trying to find Ava. She hadn’t shown up to work in days and he still wanted to take her to a doctor himself.
He looked up at me when he got off the phone. “What’s going on Pastor White?” He chuckled and motioned for me to have a seat.
“Can I talk to you about something? Not here but later on.” The smile dropped from his face.
“Yeah, sure. Is Camilla okay?”
“She’s fine. Meet me at Nick’s tonight at 10,” I told him. He nodded and punched it into his phone.
When I reached my office, Chris was there, sitting at my desk instead of hers. I shook my head and touched the tip of her nose. “Bad girl.” I flashed her a smile and she giggled.
“I had to get into your account but my password isn’t working.” She told me as her fingers flew over the keys. “I’ve been so busy with school. I’ve missed you so much,” She sighed, her eyes still fixed on the screen. “I hate that I only really get to see you in church.” She stopped typing and looked up at me.
“I know you do.” I sat on the edge of my desk and she looked up at me with big, innocent eyes.
“God, I can’t wait until I’m out of high school, then maybe we can think about telling Daddy about us. Do you think he’ll be livid?”
“Ah, yeah. He’ll want to kill me I’m positive.”
“Ugh, you’re right.” She whined.
“I told you, this couldn’t blossom into anything. It has to stay here.” Chris pouted and stood up like she could see eye to eye with me.
“Trevor, I’ve never felt like this about a guy before.”
“You’re still very young. Give it time.” I rubbed her back. I realized that beyond pussy, Chris would never have anything to offer me. I still didn’t want to be crass and hurt her though. It was just so hard to shake off a clingy teenager. She was the exact opposite of how I’ve seen Camilla operate. She formed no attachments if she didn’t have to.
I fucked Chris a couple times and she was rearranging her life for me breaking up with Laurel and trying to find ways to tell her dad. “Why do you keep pushing me away like this?” She snapped angrily.
“Because Chris we’re just fucking.” The words felt heavy leaving my mouth but I had to say them directly. “I don’t want to hurt you, I also don’t really want anyone finding out right now.”
“I get that, but why couldn’t we try to make this blossom into something after I graduate?”
“Because after you graduate we’ll still be 24 years apart.” She narrowed her eyes at me and drew her full lips together. She was angry.
“Are you afraid of what my dad will say?” She asked. I was getting tired of the entire conversation. That is exactly why it’s never smart for a 42-year-old to fuck an 18-year-old. No matter how good the pussy is; the annoyances are too plentiful.
“No, I’m not. He doesn’t really have room to talk. It’s like pot and fucking kettle.” As soon as the words slipped from my lips I regretted them. Christina’s eyebrows rose and she regarded me very curiously.
“What does that mean?” She pushed with her words. “Trevor, what the fuck does that mean?” I hadn’t intended to but it seemed that I’d uncovered a way to hurt Manny without making it public. I’d been trying to keep my mouth shut about Camilla and Manny but it was high time Christina found out.
“Look, it’s nothing you need to know right now. I’m sure you’ll find out on your own.” I said coyly. I wanted her to be the one to put it together so she had no reason to incriminate me.
“Find out what, exactly? What has my dad been doing that would make you and him pot and kettle?” No sooner than the words flew from her pretty mouth did she stack the pieces together.
Christina wasn’t stupid by a long shot.
As recognition crept over her face, so did horror and disgust.
“Camilla is fucking my father?” It was a whisper at first then she repeated it several times until her voice was high and squeaky.
“Chris, calm down,” I said, placing my hands on her shoulders firmly.
“No! It all makes sense now!” She began rambling. “When I walked in on them that day in the kitchen and she was in his lap! Oh my god!” She gasped and brought her hand to her mouth. “When I saw someone in his bed last year…it was Camilla!” As far as Chris was concerned, I was no longer in the room. She was making connections all by herself and getting more pissed by the second.
As I expected, in a matter of minutes she turned her fury towards me. Her hands shoved and pushed me angrily. “Trevor you knew! You knew and you took my virginity just to get back at my father!” Pushes and shoves turned into punches and tears. I tried to hold her arms still but she was too damn quick.
Slap!
Punch!
Finally, I grabbed her hands and held her still. “Chris, stop it okay? We were always just having sex. It was never a situation where I claimed to love you. You know that.” She calmed for a moment.
“You only wanted me because you saw a chance to get back at my dad though. You never really saw me. You just saw some sort of twisted revenge.” Her words were pointed and they did jab at me even though she was right. I tried to soften the realization for her.
“I did see you. It was only afterward that I realized it was revenge on Manny.” I let her hands go and stroked her hair. She snatched away from me.
“I’m going to kill Camilla,” She threatened.
“Don’t. We’re all on level ground now,” I told her.
“I’m not scared of her. She needs her ass beat for what she’s doing.” With that Christina stormed off on a headhunt with me trailing behind her trying to avoid the gazes of the church staff. I managed to grab her arm just before we got to Manny’s office.
“Look, don’t draw attention to everything right now. It’s Sunday there are still parishioners here,” I warned. She slowed to a halt finally. Hopefully, I was getting through to her.
“You’re right,” she huffed. “The church empties after the last Sunday school class and yoga class lets out though. I can wait.” She stormed back towards my office and slammed the door behind us. I needed to calm her down at least a little and the only way I could think to do that was to fuck her.
Fuck her the way she’s wanted me to.
She was on another tirade about Camilla, Manny and me when I leaned in and kissed her lips. She slapped at my shoulders and tried to back away but I’d already secure
d my arm around her tiny waist. I didn’t budge. “Trevor, stop it.” She whined instead of yelled which meant I still had room to screw her. When I moved my lips to her neck she stiffened and then melted. “I’m pissed off at you. You hurt me!” She shouted in my ear but I kept kissing and licking her smooth skin.
“And I’m sorry,” I spoke in Spanish and she let out a soft moan.
I was in.
“You’re a bastard.” She sighed against my mouth. I probed her tongue with mine and slid my hand up her shirt. Her nipples were stiff with excitement. I pinched them between my fingers until she yelped out then moaned softly.
“I’m a bastard but you’re still gonna fuck me?” I smirked arrogantly at her while pulling her pants down.
“You’re a bastard with good dick,” She quipped. I bent her over and wasted no time burying my dick deep in her pussy. I slapped her ass and watched it jiggle back on me. Once my hands gripped her waist and I drilled even deeper in her tight cunt, she was done being mad. “Trevor!” She called.
“You still mad?” I asked between deep thrusts.
“No!” I pulled her hair making her back arch and giving me more leverage to fuck her even harder. She tried her best to scramble away from my dick but I held her in place by her long hair. I’d been trying to hold out on the deep and hard fucking but in this case, I needed to make an exception.
Christina was moaning loudly the more I pounded inside of her slippery, wet walls so I clamped my hand over her mouth muffling her sounds. I could still hear her moaning my name though. I pushed my hand between her thighs and found her clit with my fingers. God, it was so stiff and swollen. I massaged it until I felt her getting ready to cum on my dick. Her body seized up and then her cunt started to pulsate. I pushed into her a few more times heightening her pleasure before I came too, hot and electric inside of her tightness.
Christina was much calmer after that. She curled up on the couch and tried to resist the urge to doze off but her eyes kept shutting. I kissed her forehead and smiled when she finally fell asleep.
Chapter Fifteen
Camilla
Xavier’s last Sunday school class let out with a bunch of little kids zooming around trying to get to their parents. I put my fingers in my ears against the noise. I had no idea how people voluntarily had kids knowing how loud and messy they were. He caught a glimpse of me and smiled. My nipples threatened to stand upon seeing his dimples. I kept a poker face though.
“Hey, how are you?” He asked me softly.
“I’m fine. Is Ava pregnant?” I blurted. He frowned and shrugged his broad shoulders.
“I can’t catch up with her,” He told me.
“Oh well, we can talk when you do. In the meantime, I’ll be in Emmanuel’s office.” I smiled innocently and he glared at me in response.
“Why are you playing these stupid ass games with me, Camilla?”
“Because I’m hurt. If I’m hurt then you are too, Xavier.” My tone sharpened to a point. I refused to be the only one with an aching heart all in the name of love.
Fuck that shit.
If he wanted to take his sweet time finding out if Ava was pregnant or not, then I was going to take my sweet time sucking and fucking Emmanuel every chance I got. Besides, the way I felt about Emmanuel made it that much easier to run into his arms. It would also make it that much harder to stop.
“Have you been fucking other bitches?” I asked knowingly. Xavier avoided my gaze and made a frustrated noise, proving my damn point. He acted like I was the only one who fucked around. I had one dick that I ran to but he couldn’t keep his dick to himself if it killed him!
“Why do you keep acting like I’m the only bad guy here?” He asked as we walked down the hall leading to the private offices.
“Because you like to fuck everything, I’m only fucking Emmanuel.”
“But you have feelings for him. I don’t love these ho’s.” Inside I laughed at him, outside I was stone-faced.
“You sure love screwing them though,” I sighed. “And I never said I had feelings for Emmanuel.”
“I’m not stupid, Camilla.”
“You sure? Because only a stupid motherfucker would get his side bitch pregnant.” I pushed his forehead with my pointer and middle finger and he grabbed my hand angrily. I snatched away from him and smiled, “Find out if your bitch is pregnant, Xavier. Then you’ll have some solid ground to stand on with me. Until then…” I shrugged and walked away.
I could feel his honey eyes boring a hole in my back as I turned the corner to go in Emmanuel’s office. Emmanuel was chatting with Mary when I walked in and closed the door behind me. She tried to smile up at me but winced at the pain from her healing lip. I rubbed her shoulder and sat down. “Hey, Miss Media Consultant.” Emmanuel brightened when he saw me.
“Hi. What are you guys talking about?” I asked, being nosey.
“Pastor was filling me in on the divorce situation.” She sighed.
“Oh,” I said quietly.
“Such a shame that all these years she’s been keeping your real father from you.” She shook her head and I glanced at Emmanuel with wide eyes. I couldn’t believe he was telling her!
“Mary, can you go see if the building is empty? I’m ready to go home.” He said with his hand on his desk. She left the office and closed the door behind her. As soon as I felt she was out of earshot I leaned in.
“You told her?” I hissed.
“She’s my assistant, Camilla. I have to let her in on some shit or else she’ll get suspicious. I need to keep her close.” He sat back in his chair and looked at me for a few moments. “I told her the reason for our divorce is that she’d kept the truth from me the entire time we were married and made me think you were mine.” I rolled my eyes at that one.
“So you left out the part where you knew damn well I wasn’t yours?”
“Maybe.” He shrugged. “You need to watch your tone though.”
“Okay,” I pouted.
“I keep telling you, every time you talk crazy…I’m gonna fuck your mouth.” I blushed and shook my head quickly.
“That’s counter-productive. I like when you fuck my mouth.”
“You do?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Mmm hmm,” I rested my elbows on his desk and leaned in.
“You never say anything…”
“That’s because your big dick is always in my…”
“The church is empty Pastor.” Mary returned without knocking causing me to quickly lean back in my seat. I flashed an innocent smile and tried to ignore my throbbing pussy.
“Okay, thank you, Mary. Go on home for the day. Spend some time with your family. I’m gonna finish up here then go home.” Emmanuel smiled as he sent his assistant home and I smiled once the door was closed. He stood up and walked over to me, his frame engulfing mine. “What was that about liking when I fuck your mouth?” He adjusted his hard dick and I felt my stomach clench. “Now you’re mute?” He chuckled as he slid the leather belt from his pants. “Okay, get on your knees.” He grunted.
I obeyed and took his thick cock into my mouth slowly at first. I slid my lips up and down his shaft until I felt him hit the back of my throat. He started to thrust into my mouth and if I hadn’t been full at the moment I would have moaned. Our rhythms synced up and my head was bobbing at the same rate his dick was slipping in and out of my lips. I gently cupped his balls in my hand and he grunted low and animalistic. I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick and he let out another noise of pleasure. Giving Emmanuel a blowjob was always a quick way to get him to cum.
The more I dipped him in the back of my throat and squeezed, the more he came closer to the edge. Once his dick swelled even larger and he grabbed my hair, I knew he was going to cum in my mouth. I couldn’t wait.
I swallowed every salty-sweet drop gladly.
As he tucked his dick away, I licked my lips hungrily removing traces of his cum and he looked at me like he wanted to fuck my brains out. Right as
I was standing up I heard muffled voices outside the office door. Emmanuel and I exchanged confused glances, then the door swung open and Christina and Trevor were standing there. The look in my little sister’s eyes was wild and raw and it immediately conjured defensiveness from me.
“Hey, Chris what’s going on?” Emmanuel said cautiously. He must have seen the look in her eyes as well. Trevor stood in front of her quickly as if he were blocking her from me and looked at Emmanuel.
“She figured out,” was all he said before Christina pushed past him and landed a hard punch that connected with my jaw. That shit hurt. I stumbled backward grasping my face and looking at her like she’d lost it.
“What the fuck Chris?!” Emmanuel grabbed me in his arms and placed me behind him. My adrenaline had kicked in though, I didn’t need protecting Christina was going to need it though.
“Oh, of course, you grab her first. You have to protect the bitch you’re fucking,” she sneered. The room fell silent as her words soaked and settled into my mind.
She knew.
Guilt washed over me and instead of fighting her back I started to apologize.
“I’m sorry Chris!” I shouted before she could land another hit. She still looked angry and I couldn’t blame her. “I didn’t want you to find out. It’s too complicated.” I spoke quickly and she listened but there was a smirk on her face.
“Too complicated?” She said in clipped tones. “It’s really simple, Cami. You’re fucking the man that raised us both!”
“I know!” I shouted back. “It shouldn’t have happened but it did. I can’t take it back.”
“You are such an arrogant bitch,” she seethed.
“I really wasn’t trying to be. I’m sorry,” I groveled. I felt so bad for her finding out at all. I never wanted her to. I wanted for Emmanuel and me to be over and done and for Christina never to have to look at me the way she was looking at me now.
Emmanuel let out a loud grumble and made Chris sit on the couch. “Look, I know this isn’t the best situation,” he began. “I’m sorry both of you had to find this out.” He swung his gaze to Dad. “Trev, man…”
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