Reluctantly, I pull my arm that has been draped around Camila’s waist. A grin spread on my lips, and I pause when she stirs. I don’t want to wake her up until I do my plan.
I never thought that last night was the best night of my life. I’ve had sex with many women-they were all incredible, but there’s something about Camila, and what’s between me and her is incomparable-our connections-it’s weird but I am starting to like it now I know the feeling of being with her.
The sex was unbelievably amazing-perfect.
I’ve never spent a night with a woman, but last night all I wanted was to hug her tight in my arms, spooned her until we fell asleep.
I slowly drag myself out of her bed, tiptoeing and picking up my clothes scattered on the floor. I grab the keys from her dresser and walk out of her bedroom.
After wearing my clothes, I quickly fish out my phone from my pocket and type a message to Xandry.
All Yours.
I shove the phone back to my pocket when I see the message is sent. I don’t care about the fucking money and the stupid bet anymore. I’ve got the best thing in my life. Having her once is not enough, and I want more of her-I want her all to myself. I know, I’m a greedy and selfish bastard.
Fuck! I’m pussy-field.
An hour later, I’m back to her apartment with some groceries. I didn’t bother waking her up last night when she fell asleep, but she’ll be up soon, and I’m sure she’s already starving.
I place the grocery bags on the kitchen counter. Their appliances are old but these might still work properly.
I add some salt and pepper after cracking some eggs into the glass bowl and whisk it. I used to wake up early and cooked breakfast when I was in college. I shared an apartment with Xandry until we graduated. When dad handed over the club to me, it came with a full package-an apartment at Hughes building.
I toast some sliced bread after I’m done with the omelet and start frying strips of bacon to the same pan. The coffee is already brewing. I place two mugs down the kitchen Island when Camila stops to a halt with wide eyes and bedhead hair.
Damn if she’s not the sexiest woman early in the morning.
Her nipples are poking through her orange sleep shirt. I lick my lips and flash a smile. If she only has any idea what’s on my mind right now, she should have at least wear a bra before getting out of her room. I desire her so much that it aches.
I walk toward her while wiping my hands with the strawberry printed apron I’m wearing. I cup her face and kiss her like I always wanted. She tastes minty-probably from her toothpaste. I bite her bottom lip when she doesn’t respond, and I’m rewarded with her moan. My dick instantly hardens.
She cups my face before I can press myself into her, instead of deepening the kiss, she pushes me away. Her gaze shifts to the counter then back to me.
“W-what are you doing, Pyke?” She snapped, still catching her breath. “What are you still doing here in my apartment?”
I blink at her questions then suddenly, I smell the burnt bacon before I can reply.
“Shit!” I quickly move to the stove and turn off the fire.
My breathing hitches. My heart squeezes in my chest upon realizing what she means.
“What are you doing?” she asks again. Firmly.
Ignoring her, I grab the panhandle and place it in the sink. The pan frizzles under running water.
“You can go now. Thanks for the last night. Just leave it there, and I’ll take care of it later.”
What the-?
What happened to her? Last night she threw herself to me and now she’s acting like I didn’t eat her up, and buried my cock inside her and pound her till she can barely whisper my name.
She suddenly turns cold and bitchy.
Ignoring her hurtful words, I speak, “Babe, let’s have breakfast without bacon. I’m starving, and we didn’t manage to have dinner last night. I know Kyland won’t be here until tomorrow.”
I feel a sudden pang in my chest. Kyland went to visit his mom and helped up with her doctor’s appointment, and here I am playing a boyfriend role to his cousin.
“I don’t drink coffee,” she says dryly.
“Who doesn’t drink coffee?” I smirk despite she’s frowning at me. Nevertheless, she still looks hot. It’s not an easy task, distracting myself from looking down at her tits and her long legs while pouring coffee to the mug, so I place the pot down.
“You still did not answer me. Do you always cook breakfast with women you slept with?” she asks in a disgusting tone.
Is she always this grumpy in the morning? Annoyance starts to spread in my system.
“What’s going on? Last night you literally threw yourself on me. We had amazing sex. Don’t tell me you did not feel anything, something, and don’t you lie to me that you fake your own orgasms.”
She swallows hard, pink blossoming on her cheeks. She doesn’t have to answer me. It tells only one thing-she had an amazing night as I had.
I inwardly smile.
“To answer your questions, I stayed with you last night which I never did with anyone I slept with because you are different from them. You didn’t sleep with me because I’m Pyke Hughes-the man about town. You chose to sleep with me because you trusted me. What we did last night was beyond amazing, Camila. And what I am doing right now is preparing for our breakfast because we fell asleep without dinner, and I know you were hungry so, I went out to buy groceries. I wanna have breakfast with you.”
“You should probably go. I need to go somewhere,” she says, looking down the floor.
“Look at me, babe. What’s going on in that head of yours?” I ask, but she stays silent. “I’ll send you where you wanna go then.”
“I can drive and I going alone.”
Stubborn and resilient! But that’s what I like about her.
I brace myself against the countertop. My head is buzzing with anger and frustration.
“So, that’s it? Will we just pretend as if nothing happened between us? That last night never happened?” The emotions in my voice draw her gaze back to me.
“I just don’t want things-”
“Drop it, Camila! I enjoyed every second of it. I wanted to do it again- Christ! I even want you right now!”
“So do I, Pyke.” My insides melt when she admits, but there is a fucking but. Great! “We knew that last night is not going to happen again. I did that with you because it’s only a one-time thing.” Of course, my rep precedes me. “A one-night stand like you always did to every woman you were with. I just want to… to ease the tension between us… in me.”
I huff, laughing bitterly. “Really? Do you want to be like them? Will you sleep with different men as well? After this, will you go out and pick up a man in the bar? Is that why you slept with me? You gave me your fucking virginity because of what? Nobody fucks a virgin!”A shudder runs through me as the memory of my past comes flashing back.
She flinches, making me feel like a dick. I just lost my fucking mind that that was the reason why she slept with me.
“You used me. You are just like them! Like every goddamn bitch! Jesus Christ, Camila! I thought you’re different.” I look at her one last time. Tears well in her eyes, and I want to pull her into my arms and apologize for hurting her. Fuck me!
Carelessly, I toss the apron to the floor, walking faster from her and slamming the door behind me. I thought we could be something. I let Xandry win because I want to share something with her.
I curse under my breath as I watch her walk away from me thinking that I don’t feel something in those kisses.
Did she really think that I rejected her?
I immediately dial Xandry. He picks up immediately as if he knows I’m going to call him.
“Take what you want.”
“What do you mean, asshole?” I can feel the smirk in his voice.
My jaw clenches. “I’m out of this fucking bet! You win, you have my money first thing tomorrow. You will not mention this to anyone, got it?”
“How will I know how much you will get in three months?”
“Name your price, Xandry. You fucking asshole!” I roar as I catch my breath in anger.
“Hundred grand.”
I roll my eyes. I’ve never thought he’s this motherfucker asshole. I don’t know what’s wrong with him because he’s not the cousin and the best friend I once knew.
“Fine.” I hung up, not waiting for him to respond.
I’m willing to risk my friendship with Kyland because I’ve never been smitten with any woman before.
A cold breeze drifts and wraps my skin. Fuck! I even forget my own coat on her couch.
I jerk the steering wheel and speed off when I reach the curb causing the tires to screech against the pavement. I don’t care about the fucking signboard. My knuckles turn white as I grip the steering wheel tighter.
I stop my car to a halt at my club’s parking lot. I immediately see Xandry’s car-Aston Martin which supposed to be mine if I win the bet. I never regret what I decided last night. Right now, she just fucking pissed me off.
I don’t care about her right now. She can do whatever she wants. She’s single and can sleep with anyone she wants. Jesus, just the thought of Camila screaming other man’s name makes me feel like someone just rips my flesh off of my bones.
“There you are.” Xandry sighs. He should be laughing his ass at me right now because he gets what he wants, but to my surprise, he looks like he just loses in his own game, and not me.
“Just wait here till I get the money,” I rush my words out, walking towards the exit door. I can’t even look at him without feeling disgusted.
“Don’t bother, man,” he mutters.
I stop and face him. “Don’t you want the fucking money?”
He shakes his head with lips press into a hard thin line. He shoves his hand into his jeans pockets and looks even guiltier.
“We both lost.”
My eyes narrow. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Xandry? Who won? Who the fuck else is in this stupid game?”