I woke up to pounding at the front door and pounding in my head. I had the hangover from hell. After five straight minutes of pounding, I pulled myself out of bed and went to see who the fuck was banging at my door like that. When I snatched the door open, Rashad was standing there with a smile that was anything but friendly on his face.
He walked in and as soon as the door shut, he pulled a gleaming black gun from his waistband and I froze. He didn’t aim it at me but he walked around me in a circle like a fucking maniac. “You uh…you got a fucking death wish Xavier?” He asked with a chuckle.
“Can’t say that I do.” I replied folding my arms. Gun or no gun, no man was going to ever see me be afraid.
“I think you do.” He stepped closer to me, gun still in hand. “Do you even know where your daughter is? Do you know where Camilla is?” I looked around the house and realized it was very quiet. They must have left before I woke up this morning.
“Rashad, did you come over here to kill me? Shoot me, scare me?” Rashad popped the joints in his neck and smiled.
“I just came to fuck you up a lil bit.” He brought the butt of the gun down across my face and I fell to the floor in pain. It felt like someone sliced my fucking face open. Blood oozed through my fingers and I felt the room spinning around. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t even hold my eyes open anymore. Darkness swarmed me and I gave into it quickly.
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Chapter Eight
Camilla
I’d never seen Emmanuel like that before. When I sent him a text saying I was scared, and that Xavier had lost his damn mind I thought it never reached him. I thought Xavier snatched my phone and turned it off before it sent, but it sent.
Oh boy did it send.
Evidently, when I didn’t respond he called Xavier, he got no answer there either. After that Emmanuel lost it. I was sleeping curled around Chloe when I felt someone shaking me. I fully expected to see Xavier trying to get me to talk to him again. Instead I saw Emmanuel still wearing his pajamas, looking down at me.
“Let’s go,” he told me. From just those two words I could tell he was livid. I scooped Chloe up and limped after him. Xavier didn’t budge, and I was glad because if he got up causing a fuss, Emmanuel would have probably tried to kill him.
We got to Emmanuel’s just as the sun was rising. Chloe stayed asleep thank goodness. She had a room at Emmanuel’s so I laid her down and limped into the master bedroom. He looked at my foot and frowned at the bloody mess. “Camilla, what happened to your foot?”
When I told him about Xavier smashing the wine glasses on the floor like a lunatic, he nodded slowly and told me that whether I liked it or not, he was going to have to knock some sense into Xavier. I winced not only at him cleaning glass from my foot but what he would do to Xavier.
I was still at his house when my uncle walked in with blood splattered across his white t-shirt and his hands. I felt bile rise in my throat. “Go back upstairs.” He told me as he peeled his shirt off revealing a sculpted chest full of tattoos. I scrambled up the stairs and into Emmanuel’s room where Chloe was playing happily. I forced a smile for her but I wanted to vomit. Even though I wanted to fuck Xavier up, I didn’t want to see his blood spilled. What the fuck did uncle Rashad do to him?
My hands shook as I pretended to play dolls with Chloe. I could hear her babbling but I didn’t know what the hell she was saying. I was busy hoping and praying that her father was still alive. “Camilla,” I heard Rashad’s voice on the other side of the door and I pulled it open. Thankfully he’d cleaned himself off.
“What did you do?” I asked through clenched teeth.
“Relax. Xavier is gonna be fine. Maybe he’ll have a little more sense now though.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead and I started to cry hot tears. “Look, stop that shit Camilla. You know fucking well nobody is going to hurt you or even scare you without some serious fucking repercussions. You don’t want the repercussions then don’t fucking involve me or Manny.”
“Emmanuel involved your crazy ass, not me.”
“If you’re involved, so am I baby girl. If Chloe is involved well…I’m killing someone.” His voice was cold and uncaring and I found myself fearing for Xavier’s stupid ass if he didn’t straighten up. “Manny is on his way back here to check on you and little mama. After that, I wanna take her out to get some ice cream so you can catch your breath. Okay?” Even though he was out of his fucking mind, he made me feel safe. Chloe ran behind him and tugged on his finger. I noticed he still had dried blood under his fingernail and I cringed inside. He hoisted her onto his shoulders and turned to wink at me. I knew he’d never hurt Chloe but I was scared for anyone that even looked at her wrong.
I was so happy to see Emmanuel when he walked into the kitchen. I threw myself into his arms and he held me like he was scared to let me go. “Are you okay, Cami?” He ran his fingers through my hair and pulled me in closer to him. I pushed my mouth against his and hesitantly slipped my tongue inside. He met me with passion and I was so damn happy. “I’m okay now.” I panted into his mouth. “I missed you so fucking much.” I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against his. It was like taking my first hit of heroin after being in withdrawal for months.
“Are you finally over this stupid faithful shit with Xavier?” He asked with a fistful of my hair in his hand. I nodded as best I could and he sat me on the counter. “Good.” We crashed into another hot kiss. Our mouths were fervent against one another. He nipped at my bottom lip and I tugged on his. We were starving for each other and I knew we wouldn’t make it past the kitchen. My heart felt like it was rattling my entire chest I was so worked up. I wanted to feel Emmanuel coursing through my veins. I wanted him to fill me up so much that all I could taste and smell was him. His dick was pushing against me so hard that it made me sore.
“Tell me what I need to hear, Camilla.” He growled in my ear.
“I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me cum all over your dick.” I whispered. My lips hovered over his and I could feel us exchanging heated breaths between each other. We separated long enough for him to shed his blazer and tie. I damn near flooded the kitchen counter when I heard his belt buckle clink and his zipper come down. I locked my arms around his neck and smothered him with kisses. Wherever my mouth found skin, I kissed and sucked. Emmanuel slipped his hands under my nightshirt and pushed my panties to the side. There was no time for pulling them off, besides my legs were locked around him. He wouldn’t have been able to pry me off if he wanted to.
“You know I’m not gonna last inside of you. It’s been too fucking long.” He warned before sinking his thick dick inside my pussy.
“I don’t care. I just need to feel you. You feel so good Emmanuel.” I touched the side of his face and moaned his name with each rough thrust. My lips found his in the midst of our tangle of arms and legs and I pulled him into me even deeper. He was fulfilling my craving like only he could.
“Shit Camilla,” He groaned. I cried out when I felt him swell inside of my walls. I thought he would never stop coming but I didn’t care. Feeling him fill me up was amazing. We stayed there breathing heavily and coming down from our high until he could finally pull out of me. I still didn’t want to stop touching him. I felt deprived of Emmanuel for so long that it made me feel clingy. Luckily he didn’t mind. He kissed my forehead, my nose, my shoulders, everywhere he could. I kept my eyes closed and rubbed my hands over his close cut hair.
“I love you so much,” he told me. “Don’t ever tell me I can’t have you again.” I felt tears spill onto my cheeks as I nodded my head. My stomach was in knots thinking about how hard it was to stay away from him. I was keeping myself from Emmanuel and for what? So I could still get cheated on? So Xavier could lose his fucking mind?
After we both came down a bit from our high I made my way to the shower. “Can I shower with this gauze on my foot?” I asked Emmanuel with a frown. He nodded his head and told me that he’d redress it when I got out. I shed my nights
hirt at his feet and he smiled at me.
“You trying to give Chloe a sibling?” He asked.
“Maybe,” I walked into his bathroom and turned the water on. I knew he couldn’t get enough of me when I felt his hands wrap around my waist as soon as I got in the shower. I took in the sight of his naked body and bit my lip. “You don’t ever miss a workout do you Mayor Scott?”
“How do you think I passed all those months without fucking you?” He put his lips on the nape of my neck and my eyes fluttered closed. Emmanuel’s lips traced a trail down my spine until he reached my ass cheeks. He gripped each one and then bit them like they were ripe peaches in the summer. He bent me over and ran his tongue up and down my pussy. I swallowed and then made a noise that seemed to turn him on even more because he started tongue fucking me so good I almost forgot it wasn’t his dick. He reached his hands up to pinch my nipples and I screamed.
“Emmanuel,” I whimpered but the rush of the shower gobbled my words up. Without warning I felt him penetrate me again, stretching me around him. Water slipped down over my hair each time he bucked against me, soaking me so that I could barely see.
“You missed this didn’t you?” He grunted from behind me. I couldn’t respond though because I had to concentrate on not imploding from how hard and deep he was fucking me. He pulled my wet hair out of my face and yanked my head back. “You missed it didn’t you?” He asked again.
“Yes!” I yelped. Clearly he was making up for coming quick the first round. He was showing no remorse this time. I gasped when I felt his large hand come down on my ass with a loud clap. He spanked me over and over until I came all over him.
“I’m not done yet,” he told me gruffly. He pulled out of me and turned me around to face him. He lifted my leg up over his shoulder and pinned my hands above my head before he slipped into me again. We rocked to our own rhythm and I came again and again until he finally exploded inside of me.
“I think I’m calling up to the office and telling them I got food poisoning or something.” Emmanuel said after our shower. His eyes ate my naked body up hungrily. I giggled and held my foot out for him to wrap it up again. He looked over my wounds and sighed heavily. “What the fuck is wrong with your boyfriend, Cami?” He gingerly wrapped fresh gauze over my foot and taped it closed. “Wolf told me he’s already in a room at the hospital if you wanna go see him. I’ll keep Chloe.” He said running his fingers up and down my thigh.
“Wolf? Are we really going with that?”
“After next week we wont really have a choice,” he told me. I didn’t have enough mental capacity left to ask him what the hell he was talking about so I asked about Chloe. “She’s still having ice cream. He said he’s gonna take her to the park.”
“Okay. She loves the park. Tell him her nap time is in an hour.” I put on one of Emmanuel’s soft cotton button down shirts and let it hang down to my thighs.
“Damn you look good in my shirt.”
“I don’t have anything else to wear. You kinda took me in the middle of the night.”
“Yeah, about that. You wanna tell me why he went all psycho?” Emmanuel asked. I sat in his lap and hunched my shoulders over.
“He thought I was fucking Alexander,” I explained quietly. “He brought dinner and wine over for Xavier, Chloe and I and I ended up almost having an episode. Luckily Alexander was there and he helped me through it. After that I invited him to stay for dinner and wine.
Nothing happened. You know how Alexander is. He’s painfully professional. So he stayed with me until he thought I was okay. I didn’t know Xavier was watching the house like a creepy ass hawk though.” My mind flashed back to how scared I was when Xavier started breaking glasses and stalking around the house like he had a death wish. When Chloe woke up crying, I’d had enough. I didn’t even want to look at him. If I wasn’t sure that he was screwing Jada before, then last night pretty much sealed the deal for me. There’s no other explanation for him coming home drunk at two in the morning accusing me of sleeping with another man.
Now Xavier was laid up in the hospital looking like God knows what after Wolf got to him. I had to wrap my mind around actually going to see him. No matter how mad I was at him for acting out last night, I still loved him and seeing him all beat up was going to hurt me.
“Are you going back to work today?” I asked Emmanuel. I needed to pull my mind away from thoughts of Xavier for just a moment. Emmanuel shook his head and rubbed his hand over my stomach. “Good. I want to be around you today. I need to call up to New Grace and tell them I won’t be in today.”
“Already taken care of.” Kisses peppered my neck making everything wet between my thighs. I loved how Emmanuel took care of me. It was such a breath of fresh air after the past three days of having to take care of Chloe and worry about Xavier.
Maybe Alexander was right and Xavier wasn’t healthy for me. I couldn’t even remember how many times promises had been made to me about being faithful. Or how many times he demanded I stop seeing Emmanuel only to turn around and fuck a girl the next day. He wanted me all to himself so he could claim me like some sort of victory prize while he still did as he pleased.
As soon as I felt a slow churning rage building, I started breathing heavily through my nose. Emmanuel looked at me and frowned. “Can you pull my hair?” I asked in a sexy voice. I just wanted to feel Emmanuel’s pain because it was so amazing at calming me down. I knew I should have been dealing with my anger head on but not right now. Right now I wanted the physical pain.
A fire ignited in him when I looked into those coffee brown eyes. He yanked my hair and I moaned. “You need me to make you cum, don’t you?” He licked my exposed neck and held his lips right at my throat.
“Yes…I need it so bad.” I squirmed on top of him, grinding myself into his erection. He pushed back against me making my pussy ache for him. When I felt his teeth sink into me I had a mini orgasm right there in his lap. My body missed this.
After he fucked me for a third time. My mind settled down and I was ready to deal with Xavier. Rashad still had Chloe and Emmanuel said he’d hang out with them until I got back. He couldn’t look at Xavier. Not because he felt bad but because he would want to hurt him more.
Xavier was in a private room with security by the door. Sometimes I totally forgot how much of a fucking church celebrity he is. I wonder how his followers would feel knowing he was a man whore? I flashed the guard a smile and he let me right in. Lucky for Xavier I wasn’t there to finish the job because all it takes for security to let you in is to have a pretty face.
I don’t know what I was expecting when I walked in, but he didn’t even look that bad. Stitches formed a Y on his cheekbone, his lip was busted and he had some bruising starting to show. No other lumps or cuts though.
Xavier’s eyes found mine and he just stared. He didn’t say a word he barely sat up for me. “You look like shit,” I remarked.
“Yeah, thanks to your goon.” He winced when he tried to smile. A pang of sadness tore through me. “Look, Camilla…we need to talk.” His words were a little jumbled due to the swelling in his lip.
“I’m listening,” I folded my arms defensively.
“I’m so sorry for last night. I don’t know what the fuck got into me. I was stupid. I was drunk. I was jealous.” He laid his head back on the fluffy pillow and stared at the ceiling. “I just couldn’t handle thinking about you fucking someone else after you’d been faithful for so long.” At this, a bitter laugh falls from my lips.
“Yeah, about that…” I locked eyes with him. “The guy leaving our house…it was Alexander. Dr. Epps? You remember him?” I quipped. “He brought us dinner and wine. Guess who wasn’t home though? I was on the verge of losing my goddamn mind over you and Alexander was there to help talk me down. He had dinner with me when you were off…” My words trailed off as I looked at him. I felt tears well up in my eyes, burning me and threatening to fall. I paused to breathe so I wouldn’t flip out on Xavier while he was in
the hospital. “You were off doing what you do best. Weren’t you?”
“Yeah, I was.” He finally admitted it. That didn’t mean it hurt any less though. My chest was on fire with anger and pain. I tried to hear Alexander’s words in my head telling me to deal with it. Deal with the pain and anger but it was hard. I felt like my emotions were thrashing around wildly inside of me, slicing me open.
“Xavier,” I sobbed. “Why? You had everything you wanted!”
“I don’t know Camilla!” The machines beside his bed started beeping wildly and he snatched a few of the wires out killing the noise but bringing a swarm of nurses in the room.
“We’re gonna have to ask you to leave.” One nurse said to me with a frown on her face. I nodded my head and looked over at Xavier.
“We’re staying at Emmanuel’s until further notice,” I snapped. I could hear him growling and saying something to me but he was talking to my back, because I had to get out of there.
I drove to Alexander’s building and went straight up to his office. His secretary told me he was with a patient but I didn’t care. I’d wait. I needed to talk to him.
It took thirty-two minutes for him to finally open the door. A relaxed middle-aged woman walked out and smiled at me. She was probably taking her fucking pills like she was supposed to. I glowered at her and walked into his office.
“Mrs. Thompson did you forget something?” He didn’t even look up from his tablet. “Mrs. Thompson?” His eyes finally lifted and when he saw me he stiffened. “Camilla, what’s wrong? Why are you here?” He stood up and closed the door behind me.
“I feel like I’m gonna pass out. I just wanted to come talk to you. I needed to talk to you.” Tears that I tried my hardest to control ate up my voice. Alexander didn’t say a word he just hugged me. He smelled like soap and mint and his shirt was crisp against my hot, tear-streaked face.
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