Chapter 56
Chapter Fifty-Six
KAMILA
New Year’s Eve
O nce my red lipstick is on and my hair is perfectly curled, I slip into my long black one-sleeved dress that has a slit coming up mid-thigh. The only thing missing are my earrings and sparkly black heels.
My phone vibrates with a text from my mom.
Mom: Be safe out there and let me know when you get back to Emma’s! Tell Cam Happy New Years. Love you xoxo.
Sending a heart emoji back, I smile, relieved that my mom and I have been able to talk openly with each other. She sat down with Ana on Christmas day once she saw that my sister had below a 2.0 GPA. For some reason, it was the last thing she needed to finally accept what I had said.
Mom threatened to take away Ana’s allowance and kick her out unless she agreed to three things: weekly individual therapy, biweekly online family therapy, which I’ll be a part of, and to maintain straight A’s and B’s until she graduates from community college.
My sister thought it was a hollow threat until my mom surprised all of us and drained her entire bank account, then threatened to stop paying her phone bill entirely. To say she freaked out is an understatement. Mom would never dump one of her daughters on to the street, but she knew something drastic needed to be done for everyone’s sake. Most importantly, my mother wanted her daughter to be okay.
It gives me hope for the future. I’m still going to save up to move out in case things don’t go according to plan. It is Ana, after all, unpredictable, irresponsible, and manipulative.
The door to Em’s bedroom cracks open while I finish texting my mom.
“Almost done getting ready, Em, I’ll be out in a sec,” I say without looking toward the entrance.
“Holy fuck .”
Smirking at the sound of his voice, I turn around slowly to see Cameron in a fitted suit. His eyes sweep me from head to toe while his mouth hangs open.
“You look breathtaking.” He closes the door and takes a step towards me.
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Kahlo.” That’s an understatement. Cameron looks hot as hell, and he knows it.
His full dark brown hair is styled perfectly, the suit is flawlessly tailored, his silver and red piercing sparkles against the light, matching my necklace, and to top it off, his face is completely shaved, showing his perfect jawline. He’s every girl’s wet dream.
Speaking of wet…
Cam is two steps away from me, his pupils dilated, and I know he’s ready to pounce. I put a hand up, warning him.
“Do not touch my hair or get come on my dress. It took two hours to look the way I do.”
He smirks and kisses me, not worried about ruining my lipstick and I’m too distracted to care. Respecting my boundaries, he grabs my ass and presses his erection against me.
Cam bites my lip and slowly lets it go. “You’re going to have my come inside of you all night as a reminder that you’re mine. And when we get back, I’m going to come inside of you again and again while telling you how much I love you till you beg me to stop and even then, I won’t.”
“Cameron.” I’m practically dry-humping him while standing. “Unzip me.”
“No, I want to fuck you in that dress.”
His voice is deep, making me drop to my knees. I quickly unbuckle his pants with one hand, taking his boxers down with them, letting his cock spring free.
“We don’t have much time,” I say before taking the whole of him inside my mouth, choking on it when it hits the back of my throat.
Cam throws his head back with a groan, making me moan on his length.
“Fuck , Kamila.” He slowly thrusts into my mouth grunting when I choke again. “Just like that, take it all.” He curses again before picking me up and bending me over Em’s massive makeup vanity, both of us looking at each other through the mirror.
He pulls the dress up to my waist and slaps my ass. I let out a small moan. “We can play more later, baby. Right now, I need to be inside of you.”
“Yes, please,” I beg.
Cam pulls my underwear to the side and thrusts into me, filling me up to the hilt. He doesn’t move his eyes that are focused on where we’re connected even when I yelp.
“You’re so fucking wet. Always ready for me.” He moves his eyes to mine in the mirror and the vanity starts knocking against the wall while he pumps faster into me. Cameron grunts behind me as I moan.
His hand moves to my clit and I feel myself inching closer to my orgasm. He lets out a growl, looking at me through the mirror while I rub my hard nipples on top of my dress .
“You’re so fucking sexy. Pinch your nipples, look me in the eyes, and come with me, baby.”
My center clenches at his dirty words, and within seconds, I’m squirting around his cock.
“Fuck I’m coming.” His release hits a moment later, using long slow strokes to pump more of his come into me until he’s done.
He pulls himself out, wipes me with a tissue, cleaning up the excess liquid that’s dripping, and puts my thong back on. He kisses me passionately, making me want more.
“Later,” he whispers, reading my thoughts.
I laugh. “Please, and thank you.”
Cam gives me that sweet sexy smile of his. “I love you.”
My heart skips a beat like it does every time he says it.
“I love you.” It took me a while to accept that I loved him too, but once I did everything fell into place and any doubts I had about us disappeared.
Am I still scared? Yes. Even so, unlike many others, I’m in love with my best friend and that definitely counts for something.
He gives me one final kiss on the nose before fixing me and himself. We leave to meet up with the gang.
Emma, Levi, Jake, Ethan, and his boyfriend are in the living room of Em’s parents’ townhouse in Manhattan. We decided to get ready here before heading out to one of the most exclusive clubs in the city where Jake’s father’s company is holding the most anticipated New Year’s Eve party in all of New York City. Lucky for us, his obnoxious elitist parents won’t be attending.
Em offered to buy yet another dress for me, but I found this amazing gown thanks to the best thrift store I’ve ever been to.
Jake is sporting an all-black suit, which makes his dirty blonde hair and hazel green eyes stand out. Levi borrowed one of Jake’s suits, which fits him a little too perfectly considering their muscular difference, so I’m pretty sure his best friend bought it for him but kept it a secret, knowing Levi would never accept something so expensive.
Have I mentioned that my friends are amazing?
Em looks beautiful as always, wearing a lighter color than the rest of us. A short satin white spaghetti strapped dress with a slick ponytail that leaves her blonde curtain bangs out, framing her perfect face.
She’s also wearing a smirk that says I know you just fucked in my bedroom.
Sorry , I mouth to her.
I’m not really sorry, though.
“Alright, since you guys are done with your little fuck fest, we can get down to business.” Jake rubs his hands together.
Cameron lets out a chuckle while I roll my eyes. “What business?”
Levi, who was previously looking at Ethan and Chris, eyes Em for what seems like permission. She nods curtly. I am completely out of the loop for once.
“We need to figure out if either Jake or I will be the one to punch Cameron,” Levi states with cold eyes.
Ethan and Chris’s laughs roar while I shriek. This was the surprise him and Jake had planned?
“What the fuck? You guys aren’t hitting my boyfriend! We’re okay now, things are fixed, it’s time to move on.”
“Oh, this is too good,” Ethan says.
“Not helping,” I spit.
Cam lets out a deep breath. “It’s okay, baby. I understand why they need to do this.”
“This serves as a warning, Kahlo,” Jake says sternly.
Levi speaks next, giving Cam a look I never want to be on the receiving end of. “Never hurt our best friend again, or you’ll get a lot worse than a punch, and that’s putting it mildly.”
“A lot fucking worse,” Jake echoes Levi’s words.
Cam nods. “Understood. Whenever you’re ready.”
No, no, no .
“This is ridiculous.” I attempt to get in front of Cam, and he picks me up with the same ease as always placing me behind Em.
He points a finger at me and I narrow my eyes at it.
“Stay.”
I gasp. “You can’t tell me?—”
“I’d do the same thing for my friends, and so would you.”
Goddammit. He’s right. I hate it when he’s right.
“Fine.”
Cam moves back in front of Levi and Jake, meanwhile the idiots are still arguing about who gets to hit him. They start talking about flipping a coin for it, but right before the decision is made, Emma leaves my side, kicks Cameron in the groin and when he bends over she doesn’t hesitate, sending a fist straight to his beautiful face. A move we learned in self-defense class and two hits that Cam’s already familiar with, thanks to me.
“There, done,” Em says with a sweet tone.
Levi and Jake look stunned until laughter from all around fills the room.
“Nicely done.” Levi pats her on the shoulder.
“Agreed.” Jake smiles.
Rolling my eyes, I point at all of them. “You guys suck.”
A small smirk plays on my face till Cameron lets out a painful groan, still bent forward.
“With the amount of hits I’ve gotten to my balls this year, I’m hoping I’m not sterile.”
“Oh, shit, right, sorry. Let’s get you some ice.” I grab Cam’s hand while he continues cupping his balls. “Wait, you want kids?”
He shoots me a frustrated look.
“Not the time for this conversation, got it.”
“It won’t bruise much, and be thankful I missed your nose!” Em yells when we arrive at the large kitchen.
“It’ll make you look tough,” Ethan says.
“And it’ll match your suit,” Jake ends with a laugh .
The assholes don’t even try to hide their laughter, they’re practically howling.
“Who the fuck was your instructor in that class?” My boyfriend holds the bag of frozen peas against his eye.
“A very large and strong woman,” I say, not wanting to think about why I took the classes in the first place.
Jake was able to expedite a restraining order against David through his family lawyer and a judge the lawyer knows personally. I didn’t ask for details. Ignorance is bliss. What matters is that if David comes within one hundred and fifty feet of me, he’ll be arrested. In short, he no longer lives near Cam.
Cam sighs. “Right, sorry. I deserved this.”
I shake my head and touch his arm. “You mean the world to me. I love you and we’re moving forward. You’ve apologized enough, it’s time for you to forgive yourself.”
He smiles and lets out a shaky breath. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
We kiss in the kitchen and then kiss again at midnight.
My first New Year’s kiss with my first love in a club that happened to pick an elegant version of a night under the stars as their theme. Fitting, perfect, and another sign that everything happened the way it was supposed to.