What’s wrong with me?
I should’ve been loathing him for what he did to me, but instead, I’m here in his apartment, in his bed, wearing his clothes, and lying under his blanket.
He silently crawls into his bed with only in his boxers shorts then slips under his blanket beside me. My heart is somersaulting in my chest. I can’t help but awe every time his arm muscles flex. Pyke is incredibly sexy.
“I’m so sorry for what we did to you, Babe,” he starts talking, facing me. He tucks his blanket under his taut arms.
“Your apology won’t change anything that had been done, so stop apologizing. I’m still hurt, you know, and the last thing I want right now is to see you or to be here with you, but look at us, at me.” I sigh heavily.
“You’re beautiful,” he says softly, looking directly into my eyes.
You’re beautiful, too.
“That’s not what I mean.”
“But that’s what I mean. I’m not asking your forgiveness now, Babe. Even if it takes a lifetime to make it up to you, for as long as you will end up forgiving me, I’ll do it.”
I chuckle sarcastically. “Wow, you sound so serious.”
“It’s because I am, Camila,” he answers quickly.
“What happened to your jaw and your eyes?” I find my thumb running softly at the purple under his eyes. He hisses when my skin touches his. Electricity intensifies, and the heat makes my head spin.
“Dad hit me,” he simply says.
I gasp in shock.
Pyke holds my hand planting my thumb to his lips, kissing it. “I deserve it anyway.”
“Why did he hit you?” A concern is audible in my voice.
“He found out what I did to you. He was furious.” He looks guilty-pain plasters on his handsome face.
My eyes widen, jerking my hand away from him, “How did he know, Pyke?” Panic streaks in my voice. Does his dad know that Pyke had sex with me?
“We had a family dinner, Xandry and his family were there, too. Dad warned me to stay away from you.”
“Then why am I here?” My stomach knots. I’m instantly in a sitting position.
He smiles with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “You know I’m not good at following orders.” Suddenly, his smile fades. “Honestly, because I can’t stay away from you knowing that you hate me. I can’t stand the thought of what we did to you. I want to make it right. God, I don’t know what should I do.”
“We’re just human, you know. I used you, too. I should’ve just confronted you, but when I thought of the bet, it made me furious. You offered me for boudoir, helped me get a job, and you brought me to a car show, then they were all just parts of your plan to lure me into sleeping with you.” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to stop it from trembling. It hurts knowing he did that to me because he wanted to win.
He sits up, gives me his back, and shakes his head simultaneously. “That’s not true, Babe.” Blowing a shaky breath. “I did all that because I wanted you to be happy, I mean minus the photoshoot. The photoshoot is just to prove Xandry that we had sex,” he pauses, “I thought it would be a good idea.”
I laugh bitterly. “I don’t believe you.”
His faces me. He must notice my shaky voice, then he whispers, “Babe.”
He moves closer, swallowing hard. “Please, forgive me. I know we are assholes. Why don’t you just yell at me, hit me, slap me, or throw something at me? If it would help lessen the hurt and anger you have for me.”
“Camila, what I did to you was horrible. No one ever challenged me like that. I’m not used to being rejected, but I never thought that I would like you along the way. The worse part was, everything I did because I wanted to see the smile on your face, to see your eyes dancing with joy, not because I wanted to win. I forgot about the bet when I was with you. They were all real. Everything. That night we…” He takes my hand. “We made love was real. My feelings were real, and I’ve never been so happy and contented in my entire life toward sex until I was buried deep inside you. The feelings were incredible. No words can describe when we kissed and when you were in my arms.”
“I didn’t fucking care that I lost in the bet. I called Xandry before I got inside your room that he won, he could have all that fucking money. I chose you over that stupid game. Believe it or not, I was considering telling Kyland that I liked you. But I didn’t get the chance.” He wipes my tears from my face.
I blink to his confession. I don’t know if I have to believe him or not because regardless of what he just revealed, he still lied to me.
“Is that why you chose to stay?” I ask, searching the truth in his eyes.
He doesn’t break eye contact. “Yeah. It never happened before, but what we had was real, Camila. Believe me.”
“I don’t know what to say,” I say, shrugging.
“Don’t say anything. I’m telling you all of these because I just want you to know the truth. No motives. I couldn’t think straight knowing you did not know my real intentions. I admit I still made mistakes.”
“Thanks for telling me, I’m still mad at you though.”
“I know, Babe. I know. Now, get some sleep,” he says, kissing my forehead.
I lie back down giving him my back. I might be tempted to kiss the hell out of him if I look at him any longer.
“Night, Babe.”
I wake up to an unfamiliar room, then it suddenly hits me about Pyke confessions last night. To my dismay, his side is already empty even if it’s only six in the morning.
I walk out of his room after done with my bathroom routine. I wear his sweatshirt that I take from his closet. It smells like him-manly, musk, and a hint of citrus.
I reach Pyke’s living room and appreciate the wood carved wall. My brows furrow when I notice a foot on the couch’s arm. Did he sleep here all night?
I walk slowly to the sleeping Pyke, sprawling on his couch. Half of the sheet is draped around his thigh and half of it is on the floor. His slight bulging boxers look magnificent in the morning.
Perv! I mentally hit myself.
I walk closer, kneel in front of him, and stare at his peaceful face, now with a five o’clock shadow. I wipe strands of hair away from his forehead. His brows furrow, lips pout, then he sighs.
A smile spread across my lips.
“You look really cute sleeping,” I mutter, rubbing the bruise in his jaw with my thumb. The color starts to fade.
“Does this still hurt?” I murmur.
“Just kiss me already.” I startle when I hear his sexy sleepy voice.
“How long you’ve been awake?” I ask, scowling at him.
“Good morning. I’m a light sleeper, Babe.” He smiles-a smile that can disappear dark clouds that threaten heavy rains.
I stand up, crossing my arms over my chest. “Where are my clothes?”
“Really? No good morning, no kiss, no smile, just a scowl early in the morning? Don’t you know it’s bad luck? I should’ve pretended I was sleeping. I might get a good morning kiss from you.”
“My clothes, Pyke.”
“If you had your clothes last night I might found an empty bed when I wake up, right?” He sits straight, rubbing his sleepy eyes with the back of his pointing fingers.
“Why did you sleep here?”
“You know why.”
“Why would I ask you if I know why?” I ask softly.
He looks up at me, smiling genuinely then asks, “Hungry?”
“Starving.”
He gestures to my side. “That’s your clothes.”
I glance at the single sofa and find two shopping bags. My curiosity kicks in. I check the first bag only to see women’s clothing with a white blouse, dark blue pencil cut skirt, and a thin red belt. All with price tags. I check the other bag, it contains lingerie of pairs of panties and bras of my size in red, blue, and black colors. I notice another bag on the floor.
“Good morning,” he says, kissing the top of my head.
I ignore Pyke’s greeting and bend to check what’s inside the last bag with a rectangular box inside. It’s a pair of black high heels from Jimmy Choo. My jaw drops to the floor. What’s this supposed to mean?
“Pyke?”
“In the kitchen!”
I stomp to where his voice came from, only to abruptly stop when I notice Pyke in front of the kitchen counter. My mouth waters, not from the tomato, but because there’s nothing sexier than a half-naked man slicing a tomato with a slight frown on his face as if concentrating on what he’s doing.
“Is sandwich okay?” he asks, looking at me. A smirk forms on his lips.
“Save that smirk for someone else. Where are my clothes? And don’t you think you should at least wear a shirt?” I walk closer to him.
“You will gonna be late for work, Babe. Why, Camila, does it bother you if I’m wandering around half-naked?” His smirk turns into a full grin. “Go, take a shower and change. What do you drink in the morning?”
“You’re not gonna answer me, are you?”
“And you’re stubborn as hell, aren’t you? I asked Saph last night to shop for you because I didn’t dry your clothes and even if I did, I don’t think if you can wear a shirt and jeans for your work. I slept on the couch because your ass was bare. It took a lot of self-control for me that I didn’t have to not take you from behind while you sound asleep last night. Don’t worry I only jerked off twice in the bathroom before I went to sleep on the couch.”
My face heats with his bluntness. “Sorry if I’ve caused you too much trouble.”
“You are my trouble, and I love it.”
“Who’s Saph?” I ask. I don’t care if he finds me nosy.
“Don’t get jealous, Saph is my cousin, Xandry’s twin sister. She agreed to shop if I promise to let her meet you.”
“So, she will meet the woman her twin and cousin bet on?”
Pyke’s facial expression suddenly changes. “Babe, that’s not the reason why she wanted to meet you.”
“Give me my sandwich. I’m starving. Do you have an OJ?”
I eat my breakfast silently and so as Pyke. The tension suddenly thickens in the air. He’s still frowning when he notices me eating silently. We exchange glances a few times, but none of us say a word.
I have no choice but to wear the clothes he offered me because I can’t get to work late or walk around butt naked. I can say, I love the clothes and especially the shoes. Megan will get jealous of this. Saph has a great fashion sense.
I don’t talk with Pyke until he walks with me to the Parking lot of his apartment building.
“Babe, I’ll take you to lunch. There is a restaurant near to your work. It’s Greek, and you’ll love it.” Pyke’s hand is on my small back as he guides me out of the elevator.
“No, thank you.”
“I will come.”
“No, you won’t.”
“I’ll talk to your manager if I have to if it makes you come with me.”
I stop walking and face him. “Do I owe you anything, Pyke?”
“Yeah, you owe me this.” Instantly, he cups the back of my head. I’m so stunned to realize he’s already kissing me. Hard. His warm tongue prods against my lip, demanding an entrance. I’m so helpless to stop him, instead, I open my mouth and let him dominate me. I kiss him in return. His tongue thrusts deep and tangles with my own. My hands grasp his hair pulling him closer to me to intensify our kiss. I sag to his kiss, and all I can do is press my body against him for a complete submission.