By the time class is done, my underwear is soaked to the point of no return. Cameron finally looks at me for the first time in the past hour and a half, seeming pleased with himself.
“Think of this moment the next time you try to tease me, Kamila. Enjoy your vibrator tonight. I’m heading home for the weekend,” he whispers close to my ear before picking up his backpack to leave.
My mouth falls open at his words. It’s so much worse than what I had done to him. I get up on shaky legs, dropping my voice to a seductive whisper.
“Who said I can’t find someone else to satisfy my needs while you’re not around? We’re not exclusive, remember?” His jaw grows so tight, I’m surprised I don’t hear it crack.
He draws me in closer and smiles cruelly. “You’re right, Kamila, we aren’t. But please, let me know if you find someone who can make you come as hard as I can.” He places my hand on his dick that’s rock hard. “As good as this cock can.”
And with that, he disappears into the sea of students. I’m left standing there like an idiot because, unfortunately, he’s right. I will be having a long session with my vibratoranddildo tonight.
Now, I’m here in my bed recapping my conversation with Em at lunch. She started pressing me for details about Zo and I’s night out. While I was giving her certain pieces of what had happened, none of them included the teasing man I spent the night with. However, she had interrupted me mid-convo with a statement that caught me completely off guard.
“You slept with someone.”
I was shocked into silence. She proceeded to ask me some follow-up questions. Still, I kept my promise to Cameron anddidn’t tell her about him. Instead, I said something that will come back to bite me in the ass.
“It was Nick.”
“The DJ? As in Levi’s friend?”
Yeah, I hadn’t thought that one through. It was too late to back out and I swore her to secrecy. Now, I’m lying in bed wondering how long I’ll be able to keep this secret before it drives me to the brink of insanity.
Chapter Twenty
CAMERON
“Hey, Mom, you home?”
“In the kitchen!”
Milo comes down the staircase to the small foyer, his black and white paws hopping down the steps to greet me. Setting my duffle bag on the ground, I squat and pet him while he purrs. I missed the little demon. He’s an asshole to everyone except my parents, Ethan and me. After a couple of minutes, I stand. Milo, however, isn’t done with wanting attention and rubs himself against my leg. When he nips at my ankle, a crashing sound comes from the kitchen.
“God damn slippery handles. Can’t even make fucking pasta without something falling,” my mom says to herself as I stalk to the kitchen door. Poor mom insisted on making me a home-cooked meal, and now the kitchen is a mess with sauce splattered all over the stove. She’s never been the best cook and constantly bumps into things, but she makes a mean spaghetti bolognese. She also swears like a sailor.
“Hey, Mom.”
She turns, looking at me with her big brown eyes, shoulder-length brown hair, and wide smile.
“Hey there, kiddo. Come give your mother a hug so she can keep stirring the sauce before it burns.”
I chuckle and make my way over to my five-foot-two mother. Her face presses against my chest as I pull Elizabeth Kahlo tight to me.
“Missed you too, Mom.”
She wipes her eyes and swats my arm.
“Don’t be a smart ass. I miss you all the time. At least I have Milo to keep me company.”
“And Dad?”
“Oh yeah, him too.”
“I meant, where is Dad?”
“He was at the office and should be home any minute now. How was your drive here?” She adds wine to the pan, then takes a swig of some before passing it to me.
Not knowing why she’s handing me the bottle, I hesitate.
