Chapter Ten
Camila went to sleep early that night, after having dinner with her mother. As they’d eaten, her mom seemed to realize something was wrong with her, so she dialed back on the sarcasm about Camila’s dating life. They’d spent a mostly quiet time through dinner before she went to her room, changed, and fell into bed.
She did snort to herself, thinking how her mom would be saying I told you so after she explained what happened with Adrien. She didn’t plan on mentioning it, though, because she didn’t want to worry her mom, either.
Ducking under her covers and curling up on her side, Camila closed her eyes to sleep.
She dreamt. And when she woke up the next morning, it was to her body twisting underneath her sheets as she panted, feeling sweat on her skin and desire riding her body. She throbbed between her legs, and her nipples were hard nibs that brushed against her top with every movement she made. When she realized that it was all just a dream, she groaned, feeling so ready to come, but also a bit ashamed of herself.
After all, she had still been seeing Adrien until just yesterday, and thinking of the two of them sleeping together. Yet, she’d had another erotic dream, and the star in it was once again Samuel Kane.
Shit.
Camila rolled onto her side and closed her eyes, swallowing. She was so close already, she felt like just a simple touch between her thighs would be enough to make her body shudder out an orgasm. She didn’t think it would be right, though, because Samuel would be the one in her mind. Not that she would rather think of Adrien, but she hadn't treated Samuel right ever since she met his brother, so she couldn’t bring herself to think of him that way without feeling guilty.
Instead, after she calmed down a bit, she got out of her bed. It was morning already, at least, so she just hurried to the bathroom to have a shower, worried her mom would see her blushing face, a total contrast to the dejected look she’d had last night.
After her shower, her body calmed down. This time, however, she was unable to get Samuel out of her mind.
The day went on. She had work, so she didn’t leave the apartment, and with what happened before with Adrien, she wasn’t going to be leaving for a while. She tried to get back to work, only for her mind to keep bringing up thoughts of last night. She would picture Samuel as he touched her hair and her face so tenderly, then think about how gently he made love to her in her dream, and her face would flush as her body grew warm.
It took a while for her to be able to push such thoughts from her mind. It didn’t last, though.
Out of nowhere, a knock came on her door, startling her.
“Camila? Don’t just hole yourself up in there! It’s lunch already, so come out and eat.”
What?
Camila checked the time on her phone, and was startled again to see how late it already was. Then, she looked dejectedly at her computer screen and the open blank document. She did have some handwritten notes in front of her to look through so it wasn’t as if she’d done absolutely nothing, but she’d practically wasted her whole morning.
With a sigh, she got up, calling back, “I’m coming!”
Just before she left, her phone vibrated where she’d left it on the counter. No sound, because she had in on silent, and if she’d been out of the room, she might have even missed it. The moment she saw the screen, though, she realized this wasn’t an entirely bad thing.
“Bastard,” she muttered to herself.
What the hell was Jordan calling her for? With this kind of timing, too, just when she was feeling out of sorts. No way would she answer his call with the mood she was in, she didn’t doubt that he would only make her feel more depressed. She didn’t care about him, either, so it was easy to turn away and ignore the phone.
As much as she wanted to ignore Jordan, thoughts of how things had ended entered her head, and she couldn’t help thinking back over that dreadful day.
She was on her way to confront Jordan over what the psychologist she’d interviewed had told her. She was so focused on her thoughts, that she hadn’t been watching where she was going and tripped in the street. Looking up at the squealing tires of a vehicle, she realized she had nearly been run over by one of the numerous limos that drove through the streets of Manhattan.
She ignored the driver’s offer of help, as he shouted at her through the window, her mind too focused on what she was about to do. She moved to the sidewalk in front of Jordan’s and walked over to the steps. However, before she could climb them, writhing shadows in the living room caught her attention. She moved closer to the window, straining on her tiptoe to see through the gap in the curtains. Camila let out a little whine of denial when she saw Jordan’s skinny ass pounding into someone else. Someone who wasn’t her, but screamed like a banshee and seemed to think she was in a porn movie from the way she carried on.
“Oh, yeah, Jordan. Give me more of your big dick. It feels so good. Ohhhh, I’m coming.”
Camila backed away, no longer able to quell the nausea. She turned and heaved on the sidewalk in front of his apartment before standing up and running away without looking back.
It had not been a fun time, and she hated being reminded of it when Jordan called her.
That afternoon, she and her mom sat down to an uneventful lunch, and then she went back to her room to work. She didn’t turn her phone off, though she really wanted to, in case Jordan tried to call her again. Luckily, he didn’t.
Jordan wasn’t the only one to call her, either. It wasn’t until the next day when he tried, but when Camila saw his name on her screen, she was even more dismissive of him than Jordan. After the whole fiasco at his place, and learning all the trouble Adrien had brought to his brother, she couldn’t help but feel angry. It was enough to make her turn off her phone, even though she risked missing important calls for work.
Another couple days passed, and she finished her job. This time thankfully, her boss didn’t need her to go all the way to the office to pick it up.
“I’m just not feeling well, would it be alright if I emailed it in?” she begged off.