Camila Cabello's Point Of View-I still haven't forgiven you for having left like that, Hansen, - I said before getting into my car. Dinah casted me an impatient look from the other side of the vehicle. But soon took care of opening the black Ferrari door, accommodating herself in the car.-I already told you that my aunt wasn't feeling well, and asked me to take her to the doctor.-You could've asked for my help.-It was a minor family situation, don't worry.I casted her a suspicious look, and she just put on her sunglasses and smiled.-New car? - she changed the subject quickly.-Yes, it arrived earlier today.Dinah analyzed the vehicle and raised her eyebrows.-Pretty showy.-You think? I chose black to disguise more.-It's a convertible Ferrari, Camila.I put on my face my delicate Ray-Ban, before starting my car, making the engine roar sound loud.-Let's say I like speed.-As long as you don't kill me, everything is great.-You haven't given me reasons for that, Jane. - I said

Lauren Jauregui's Point Of ViewThe gardener of a good age cut the branches that were out of place in the front yard. The Collins mansion had a huge expanse of land, a very well taken care of lawn, anda beautiful fountain in the center of the space, where at every instant poured water, repeatedly. The man seemed focused on his job, which attracted my attention until I heard the velvety voice in the background.-Agent Jauregui.I felt that shiver run down my neck as soon as I felt the woman approaching. I turned to face the brunette, coming across the most tempting sight that morning. I swallowed hard, letting my weak eyes analyze every little detail of the Latina.-Karla. - it was what I was able to utter.The woman curled the corner of her lips into a cynical smile, probably realizing how I practically swallowed her with my eyes. In my defense, I tried to use all my strength in the shred of sanity I had left. Camila was in this exact instant in front of me, wearing only tiny loose sh

Camila Cabello's Point Of ViewThe woman's anger for having lost control only made me want her more. Lauren was now inside her car, grumbling something that I would give everything to know. As soon as her green eyes met mine, I smiled and threw a kiss, which probably made her cuss me. It didn't take long for the agent to sped her car out of there.-Ah, Agent Jauregui, you have no idea where you are getting yourself into. - I spoke as I saw her car disappear through the gates of the mansion.I knew that entering this game with Lauren was more dangerous than I could imagine. But now there was no turning back, I had already lit the spark of a future explosion. During all these years no one had been able to cause me so many feelings like that woman. In a single night, Lauren had given me the best sex of my life. Can you understand? To feel her touches, her lips. The taste of pleasure caused by that woman was simply unequalled. Modesty aside I was a woman highly sought by men and women wh

Camila Cabello's Point Of ViewThe dinner proceeded slowly, in a sort of psychological torture for me. Christopher conversed politely with Thomas, who was smoking his Scottish cigar, letting out the puffs of smoke through his thick lips, amid fake and forced smiles. Business meetings were always like this, one wanting to swallow the other, to do better, to have the best offer, but in the end always closing a deal. The lack of patience that night made me remain quiet during the entire dinner, except for brief exchanges of words with my husband, who by the way seemed to have sensed my irritation. Christopher stared at me for brief seconds, and rested his hand on my thigh, caressing lightly. I didn't even move, I continued savoring the red wine that filled my glass of fine crystal.-This restaurant is very good, Collins. - Thomas spoke good-humored.-I love it too. It was here that I asked my wife to marry me, right baby?I flashed a wry smile, and lightly removed Christopher's hand fro

Camila Cabello's Point Of View-One more drink, please. - I asked the bartender who smiled gallantly.-You'll get drunk this way! – Dinah laughed.-I don't care! I'm very stressed.-Forget about it, Mila.Dinah mumbled while swaying her body from one side to the other to the sound of the Jazz band that was playing in the background. The environment was crowded, and very excited. We were at the bar, sitting on the high stools that were stuck there. Christopher had gone out to watch a football game with his unbearable friends, and I promptly called Dinah to drink in Sky Room. It was one of my favorite places in Manhattan, whenever I could I was there.-I'm doing that, dear. – I said raising the glass to Dinah who smiled.-We can go to a nightclub after here.-No, I don't want to get home so late.-Worried about the husband? - she asked with her eyes fixed on me.-I'm just avoiding stress.-I honestly don't know why you put up with Christopher.I looked at her with an expression that sai