He wants to do what?! I choke on my own spit and lean over to grab a bottle of water.
“You okay?” His voice is laced with amusement. I’m glad one of us is finding this funny.
Chugging down my water, I clear my throat. “Um, no, Cameron, it can’t happen again.”
“Why?” he asks tightly.
A sarcastic laugh leaves me. Has he gone crazy? “Come on, Cameron. You know why.”
“Well, just in case I don’t, please enlighten me.”
“The name Ana seems to sum it up.”
“This has nothing to do with her,” he spits out.
“I’m still her sister, and apart from that, we don’t really like or trust each other very much. All it’ll do is more damage.”
“You bring up some valid points, but I have some of my own.” Groaning, I lay my head back on the pillow. If I hang up, he’ll just keep calling, and I don’t feel like blocking his number when we might need it for future class assignments. “We’re attracted to each other. We have good sexual chemistry. We both tried to fight it but failed. Even you can’t deny that you got off just as good as I did. You shook Kamila. Were all those screaming orgasms I gave you just for show?”
None of those things are a lie. However, it doesn’t mean it’s a good idea to do it again.
“Answer me, Kamila.” He uses the same demanding voice he did in the bathroom.
My body heats, and a small involuntary whimper slips past my lips. I quickly cover my mouth, mortified at my weakness.
“I heard that.”
Of course he did. “Fine, Cameron, it was great. I came the hardest I’ve come in a very long time, is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Yes.” His voice isn’t as steady as before.
“Well, it doesn’t matter because it cannot happen again. It was a one time thing that nobody will ever know about, that’s it.”
He laughs darkly. “We’ll see about that.”
“What do you mean we’ll see—” He hangs up.
I let out a string of curses.
He doesn’t seem to comprehend that even with my admission, I’m sticking to what I said. Never again, not in this lifetime and not in the next.
This calls for the max dose of melatonin. An hour later, when it’s kicking in, I hear Emma coming in through the front door and finally fall asleep.
Chapter Seventeen
KAMILA
The next morning after the party, Em and I went to the dining hall for a much-needed greasy brunch. Lucky for me, she was quiet most of the morning due to her bitch of a hangover and didn’t ask me any questions. My friends can’t find out what happened, not yet, anyway. Not while I’m still unsure of what’s to come.
It’s Tuesday morning now, meaning that today’s my first business class since the Kappa party. Groaning at the thought, I take in my surroundings and notice that the leaves are changing colors.
When did that happen? Fall is my favorite season, and the colors are just a small part of what I love about it. I’ve been so distracted this semester with work, classes, and?—
Wait. I stop dead in my tracks to find a flier for an internship on a bulletin board next to the business building. I’ve been meaning to look for one since the semester started but kept putting it off. And it’s not just any internship, but one that’s requesting public relations and marketing majors for their social media accounts. My goal is to work in the PR field for the entertainment industry, whether it be theater or Hollywood. An internship for the head of social media at King’s Wolf for the restof the fall and the whole of the spring semester will help me build up my resume. It’s part-time, and it’s also worth two school credits, perfect. Maybe I can drop by this week and ask Mateo to put in a good word for me. I take a picture of the flier and continue making my way to the business building.
I arrive at the classroom with ten minutes to spare, feeling much better than before, knowing I have a potential internship lined up. But the realization that Cameron will be coming through those doors any minute has my stomach sinking. I hate this feeling of unsureness. Is he going to taunt me? Bait me? Hopefully, none of the above.
I’ve been filled with guilt ever since that night. The picture of Cameron driving into me and choking me fills my head, while the memory of my orgasm heats my body, but guilt quickly follows. I keep dodging my sister's calls. We’ve been texting, and every time I send her an ‘I love you’ the heaviness of the situation tightens my chest. My phone vibrates with a message from Levi. Before I open it, I jump at the deep voice beside me.
