I was giving him this look that actually asked if he was for real when he said that. How is that even possible? Like, saying a yes to him is probably gonna get me into my death roll. I might end up losing Mr Kimber in the process.What if he's the kind who hates liars? Yes, my life is all about lies and there's nothing I can do about it.Wearing this same makeup all the time just to cover up isn't gonna save my ass forever. Plus, I'm a student okay, I can't quit school all for some mind-blowing job with an eye catching salary."Thanks, but... I'll just stick to this job instead.""I won't force you."Then don't ask. I mentally said.The rest of the ride was a quiet one. When we got to Abby's apartment, I wasn't worried about Mr Kimber any more, I was more worried about what to tell Abby, to make her stop assuming me as some kinda dirty girl even if I really am a dirty bad girl."Thanks for the ride, good night." I said, opening the door."Why do I feel like we've met some where?" He s
After the class, I followed her to her office. This is almost like the tenth time I have been called into a lecturer's office. I don't want any more detention, I mean... it obviously is too much these days."Shut the door properly." She said strictly, heading towards her desk. She carefully sat on her chair, "So, you've grown wings so soon, huh?" She asked and I stared bluntly at her."I'm talking to a human being and not an animal." She yelled. "I ordered every phone to be turned off yet, you went ahead pressing yours. What were you trying to prove? That I have no right to ask you to drop your phone or what?"She was beginning to sound more like my mom and I hated it. I hated to be talked to like a kid. "I'm sorry, ma'am." I said, not as if it actually came from my heart, but I only wanted her to see that I wasn't actually growing wings like she had said.Moreover, I wanted to get the hell out of her as soon as possible."I will take your apology this time, but when you play stubborn
I stepped into the familiar building and I just can't stop admiring its beauty. Mom was walking ahead of me but suddenly stopped. I wasn't looking so I mistakenly bumped her. "Ouch.""Sorry." She grinned. "You'll have to meet the makeup artist to get you looking good."I raised an eyebrow at her. Seriously? Again?"Mom, thanks but I'm good with the slight makeup.""Delilah...""I don't need an extra chemical on my face to prove that. You also said it yourself before we left the house, you said I was looking good." I reminded her."I want you to look more than good this time.""Mom, please... for now, let me be myself." I said, as a matter of fact. I was frustrated by her attitude. But I know why she is doing this, she indirectly wants me to get the attention of her co-male staff and other male guests invited.But that's okay, I ain't interested in any of them. My main aim of accepting the invitation was because of Mr Kimber, I was going to meet him personally in Delilah's form. Thoug
"Have a nice night, sweetheart." Mrs Gwen said, leaving just me and mom alone."What's the matter?" I asked, curious. "Why did she leave so soon?""Well, Mr Kimber is inviting me for a meal with him." She said and I smiled. "So, she had to excuse herself.""You should have left her with me. Now, who's gonna dine with me?""You're also invited for the meal." She said, standing on her feet. "Don't try to act like you aren't interested in the invitation." I wondered if I had blushed so awkwardly for her to have said that. "Let's not keep the boss waiting."I was regretting why I didn't meet the makeup artist when mom insisted. But on second thought, the idea of not going was good. I don't wanna keep looking fake to him, both in Delilah's form and Camila's form.I know being Camila has made a part of my life built with nothing but lies, but being Delilah, I think being who I am counts."Come on, Delilah, you don't have to feel nervous all the time. Mr Kimber isn't a monster you should be
I sat by the passenger seat, thinking over my conversation with Mr Kimber. Was it too obvious that I look like Camila? I don't want him to find out in the wrong way or I'm dead for good.I leaned my head on the window dashboard, also trying to recall the part where I had played the motivational speaker to him. Honestly, I want Mr Kimber to myself. Not just about it being Camila, I feel safe around him. I feel his love for Camila to be a genuine one.Losing him... No, I don't even want to imagine that now. I want him. His beauty keeps flashing into my mind and I honestly can't help but think about him. I can't imagine us doing the main chemistry on his bed.But some how, I gotta be careful. Things don't seem so right after all, especially now he seems quite suspicious about my look. He thinks I'm whoever he is thinking."Hey, is every thing alright?" Mom asked and I quivered. "You're thinking?"I smiled weakly. "Just thinking about school." Not again, Delilah. We talked about not lying
Kimber's PovI laid on my bed, I'll admit I can't stop thinking about my conversation with Delilah. She might look young but she's smart at what she does, not to talk of the fact that she reminds me of some one I know. Some one I have met, most especially, she is some one so dear to me.I still couldn't shake off the thoughts from my mind as it kept coming in a thousand fold. Her words about expressing my feelings and giving it a chance had struck a chord within me, leaving me contemplating whether or not I should go ahead with admitting my feelings. Or, is it too early to do so?What would be her reaction when I tell her? Will she hate me for it? Will she think I'm only trying to play her and then leave like any other man would do? Could it be that she is into another guy already?Damn! Why do I feel hot because of this?I went into the bathroom to take a shower, to get my body warmed up, to understand my feelings and know what exactly it is I want. I let the cold water fall freely
The evening surfaced, I walked to the bus stop where I boarded a taxi which drove me to the clubhouse and made sure I was there on time before Mr Ramirez would show up. Mr Ramirez was a man of time, or would I say it's because it's me.I went to meet Mrs Mills to ask her if Mr Ramirez had shown up and she said yes. Even when I was thinking I was so early, little did I know I was just so late. I stood before the door of the room where he was staying, I had to take in a thousand breaths before grabbing the knob of the door.I pushed the door open, making my way into the blue lit room. Mr Ramirez sat with shirt halfway opened, he wasn't looking at me at the moment. He was focused on his phone, his fingers busily running on the screen of his phone.I gently shut the door, cat-walking towards his direction. I noticed his eyes on me, so I tried my best to be seductive. He smirked evilly, so I took the phone from his hand, dropping it on the bed. I crossed my leg over his, sitting on his th
Camila's Pov"Can we just stop... please." I said as Mr Ramirez tried to take off my panties."What's wrong, princess, why the change of mind?" He asked, concerned. "I thought you were enjoying this as much as I am.""Yes, I was, but not any more." I bluntly said. Thankfully, my phone began to ring. I checked the caller, it was Mr Kimber calling. "I have to answer this." I said, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door closed."Hey," I said, trying to make my voice sound good. "Good evening." I greeted."Evening." I replied. "I came to the clubhouse, but Mrs Mills said you weren't feeling better so I thought I should just check on you.""Thanks.""How do you feel now? Have you taken drugs?" I was holding myself from crying. "Yes, I just did that a few minutes ago. I'm getting a little better now. Thanks for your concern.""Why is your voice cracking? Are you crying?""No. No, I'm not. It's just... I never expected you'd call." He was calm. "I never thought you'd check up on me.