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~Camila’s POV~
I didn’t get any reply after sending the address to him. I sighed and went upstairs to take a shower. After I was done cleaning up,
I wiped my face and body with the fluffy towel in the bathroom before changing into my nightgown. On a normal day, I could have
just worn my panties and bra, but Robin was bringing my son. The only person who gives me both happiness and brightness in
my life. That boy, oh how I love him. My short, silky crimson nightwear sufficed for the night because it was a little too hot. I didn’t
wear my panties since I was feeling suffocated. I went down to the cellar and grabbed a bottle of wine for myself. I switched on
the television and began to watch as I sipped my wine while I waited for my smile keeper to arrive. After approximately 30
minutes of waiting, I heard the doorbell ring, and I jumped to my feet. Still clutching my wine glass with my nipples clenched hard
as fuck.
The wine, I’m sure, is to blame. Through the silky nightwear I was wearing, I could see my nipples squinting and attempting to
attract attention. And yes, I had no damn panties on, and I am horny as fuck. I wonder what Robin will think when he sees my
peck tits.
Heck!
Urgh, Robin might not even notice shit. Now I’m convinced I am a little tipsy. I made my way to the front door and opened it, only
to be welcomed by Chris, who was holding Liam with him. Liam was sound asleep.
“What are you doing here?”
voice was always rough, it was still soothing to me. But today it’s more than just soothing. It’s the wine. The fucking wine.
“You said Robin was bringing him.” I voiced out.
“Does it really matter who brought him back?” His question made me drink down all the wine in my glass and cling to the glass
with such ferocity I came within millimeters of smashing the darn thing! “Where is his room?” I took a deep breath while staring at
him, and he didn’t seem to be bothered by my presence at all.
This isn’t your castle. This is my fucking house asshole!
“Follow me,” I instructed.
I’m not even sure why he went through all the effort of traveling here, since he already had people who were willing to kneel to
him and go to any length to help him. A little ticked off. I helped him put Liam to bed.
“Good night, Champ,” he said as he kissed him. “Daddy loves you.” My son answered out of nowhere when I was under the
impression that he was sleeping.
“I love you, too, dad,” he replied.
And then he fell asleep again. As I stood there, I couldn’t figure out what to make of it. However, I then waited for him to leave
the room. When I looked up, he was readjusting his posture and caressing Liam’s hair back with his hand. The room was
deafeningly quiet. He drew his gaze to mine with a dragging motion. I took a few steps away after blinking a couple of times. He
might fucking notice I’m horny so I made my way to the living room and sat down to wait for him.
I immediately turned the television back on and started watching only God knows what. My heart plummeted into the glass of
Pathetic!
I was muttering that to myself at the time. How can I even crave an animal like him?
How pathetic
I spotted him coming down the stairs after approximately 15 minutes. I sank onto the couch as though I didn’t see him. He
shouldn’t put himself in this position of having to deal with me. He shouldn’t have the audacity to ask me to accompany him; who
the fuck does he think he is? After a few glasses of wine, I’m beginning to make some sense. I suppose it’s more accurate to say
that I’m letting loose all of my inner demons. I fell into hysterics of laughter.
“Camille, would you mind seeing me off?”
To face him, I turned my head upwards. His ridiculously attractive face irritates me.
“Are you blind?”
Heck!
I was taken aback by my own bravery. He was cocking his hat, and I spotted it! He didn’t respond. As a result, I continued to
savor my vino. I drank the last drink from my wineglass and went to pour myself another. Only to find out that the wine bottle has
been removed from where I placed it. I pushed myself to my feet, furious. This is my fucking house. He doesn’t just do whatever
he wants. I turned to face him, ready to rant, but all I saw was him drinking the wine and putting it back in its place. The thought
of ranting made me blink a few times. I stared at him as he leaned over seductively and took the bottle again. As he gulped the
wine, I watched as his Adam’s apples bobbed. The way he licked his thin lips, the way his tongue swiped the wine from his chin.
My wicked cravings
Chris needs to fucking leave otherwise I might do something I’m not supposed to do with my ex-husband. Ex-husband, at least I
still have some sense to remember that piece of information. Watching him gulp down the wine made me wet. too wet for my
liking. Seems like the beast knows what his presence was doing to me. Fucking great!
Fuck! I’m really, really sexually frustrated. I need to get laid.
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