Camilla's POV We found a boot and I sat at the farther corner because I didn't want to see anyone. A waiter came to our table to take the orders. I noticed her upper button on her blouse was open. She started flirting with Andrew like we didn't exist there. “Hey handsome, what would you like to order?” She asked him with her boobs almost in his face. He didn't even spare her a glance. He turned to Mom. “ You guys can order.” I can tell the waitress was embarrassed from the shade of red on her cheek. “Young lady, what's your name?” My mom asked her. Not Andrew but the waitress was also surprised by the question.I inwardly groaned because only I know the lecture that will follow that name asking. “Mom, please…..” she raised her hand, stopping me from saying anything.“Bianca, ma'am.” “Hmmm, Bianca.” Ohhh shit’s about to go downnnnn.“You know if you were my daughter, this wouldn't be funny. I will make sure you regret this day for the rest of your life. How do you think your mother
Camilla's POV I met mom in the living room today speaking on the phone, she summoned me over when she spotted me.I walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek. She made a motion with her hand that I should give her a minute. I sat down carefully listening to her conversation and from what I could pick up and the name I heard. I think she was speaking with my father's family.The last I heard of them was during my dad's funeral. They never call to check up on me so I wonder why they would be calling now.She hung up after a few minutes. I was staring at her intently, she rolled her eyes when she noticed. “What now, Camilla?”“Well who's that?” “Don't worry about it, it's no one important.” She left the living room and I rushed after her. We sat at the dining table, I shut up when Aaren started bringing the dishes.We exchanged pleasantries before she went back to the kitchen to bring the rest. “It's not nobody, Mom.”She sighed. “Camilla, I don't want you to stress yourself about
Camilla's POV Mom made a beeline for the door that leads to the pool. While calling out my name. “I will be waiting for you by the pool.” She yelled, grabbing the door handleI heaved a sigh when she slipped through the door. The maid came out to clear the table when she saw me and Andrew still sitting. “I want to clear the table.” She informed us still standing waiting for a go ahead.“Sure, go ahead.” I nodded at her while Andrew didn't even say anything as he left the dining room. My heart was still racing from our make out session earlier. My lips are still tingling and my insides are warm. I don't know why I always get this sensation anytime we are intimate. This feeling should be wrong but I want it to be right and sometimes I had hoped he wasn't my brother. Things would have been different. He came downstairs again and went straight to the garage. I wanted more of him, against my better judgment. I followed him to the garage. His head came up from what he was doing at the so
Camilla's POV After I took a shower, I dressed quickly so I can go meet my mom by the pool because I know she might already be looking for me.I wonder what Andrew's doing, a heavy feeling set on my heart about what happened between us a while ago. I feel like I gave him a go ahead to do whatever he wants to do after promising myself not to have anything to do with him. My mind wanders back to Brielle and how he treated her the last time they met. I feel pity for her even though I am not supposed to because I feel like she deserves anything she gets for settling for a Playboy like him.‘but didn't you settle also? He just fingered you earlier so you are no different than her.’ my mind shot back at me in spite.That's not true, I tried to get rid of any bad thoughts but they kept coming back. But I didn't settle, whatever we are doing. There's no emotion attached. Or so I thought. I already know I was lying to myself that I don't have any feelings for him.I mean all the times I trie
Camilla's pov"Mom, where is my room?" I ask as I walk into the kitchen of our new home. Mom told me it was a Mansion and I couldn't agree less, every room I walked into was two times larger than our rooms back in New York. I couldn't wait to see my room."I'll show you later but first we need to unpack today and use tomorrow to rest." Mom said and I rolled my eyes."Help me drag the yellow boxes upstairs, Camilla," Mom instructed with a stern look. Mom had a lot of boxes and I couldn't imagine how she always knew which box contained what.I lifted one box dragging it along with me as I followed her to her room."Wow!" "You like it right?" Mom asked and I nodded in approval. Her bedroom wasn't just spacious but exquisite, everything looked expensive, especially the opulent furniture."And who's gushing over me and my wife's bedroom?" I turn to the sound of my stepfather's voice. A male voice inside a house sounded strange as I had lived for fourteen years without a father figure in
Andrew's povHeading towards the house, I noticed a truck parked in our driveway with an SUV beside it. That must be Dad's new wife, I scoff. I couldn't believe Dad when he told me he was going to remarry. The worst thing was he dated this woman for just two months, who does that? I parked my car in the garage and strolled up to the door. I was about to make my way in when I noticed a middle-aged woman with the perfect shape for someone her age in the living room. "Camilla, come down and help your mother," she yells as she lifts some boxes toward the stairs. She looks up and I get a better view of her face. My father usually dates women in their thirties but she looked more like she was in her early forties. She looked hot. I couldn't deny that. She looks at me in confusion before smiling, "Andrew!" I nod in response."I'm Emily," she said smiling.I fake a smile, unwilling to do this introduction thing with her. She reaches in and hugs me before I can protest. It felt warm and s
Camilla's povMom insisted we had lunch together since it was still early, we were done unpacking and Andrew helped me out but he talked more than he helped.We took one lunch pack each containing the food mom ordered from the cafeteria when we entered California.The atmosphere is nice and relaxing as Nicholas tells us numerous stories that send laughter across the room. He started the story of how he met my mother in Paris during one of his tours. My mom has told me this story a million times. I rolled my eyes and I found Andrew doing the same and we both laughed.Even though I hadn't eaten anything tangible today except the muffin we had on the plane, I wasn't hungry for food. However, I'm hungry for someone. I lifted my eyes to see his blue piercing eyes. Andrew had been staring at me the whole time and I wished he could stop because I was dripping wet downstairs.My clit was incredibly wet and all I envisioned was being under his built body on his bed. Why was he this hot? I sque
Camilla's POV: Just as I expected, Mom grounded me for a week because of my little outburst at lunch. It made me incredibly happy because I didn't have to spend the week avoiding my hot stepbrother. His girlfriend came over during one of the nights and I only caught a glimpse of her when she entered the compound. She sure was hot and pretty and looked like the kind of girl Andrew would date, not like me though, the weird introvert who writes. Max, my vibrator, kept me company throughout the time. It was so easy to reach climax as all I needed to do was to imagine myself riding Andrew's huge dick- at least I felt it was huge just like Max. My mom should never find out I used a vibrator or else I was dead. I convinced myself that my sexy fantasy was over because I had not seen him in five days except of course his faint sweet voice when he came down the stairs daily. "Camilla," I lifted my eyes and just then I realized I didn't realize when he knocked so he let himself in. Andrew