#Chapter6
My cousin shrugs then say, /"Cam, apologize to him,/"
/"What?/" My eyes widen. /"Why would I? This is bull! It was his fault why he has a bruise right now./"
Why would I apologize to him in the first place? He was being disrespectful. This idiot expects that I will apologize. No way! Never! Not gonna happen.
/"Apology, Cam-tankerous,/" Pyke says, and I can see the amusement on his face.
/"Not gonna happen, Hughes-dick!/"
/"You mean huge dick?/"
Oh, crap! My mistake. Now I just inflate his already huge ego.
/"Douché./"
/"Cam,/" Kyland warns.
/"Let him apologize first then I’ll do it after him,/" I suggest stubbornly.
/"Seriously? After that long speech you did this afternoon you will let me be the first one to apologize?/" he asks.
/"What happened?/" My head snaps to Kyland.
Oh, God! My cousin will give me the longest sermon of all the longest sermon than he did to me before.
/"Nothing,/" I deadpan.
/"It wasn’t nothing,/" Pyke insists. This man is testing my temper.
/"Are you gonna apologize or not? You’ve been rude,/" I reply.
/"You’re nosy, you shouldn’t have listened./"
/"It wasn’t my intention./"
/"But you still did./"
/"Stop, stop! Let’s go home, Cam. We have a long serious talk,/" Kyland groans, clearly not impressed at my behavior in front of his boss.
Pyke chuckles. Just the way he reacts, he’s saying one thing—he won.
This is not the end, Pyke Hughes. This is just the beginning.
/"I’m sorry for that, Hughes,/" Kyland apologizes, and I want to chide him for doing that, but I am sure, he’s afraid that what’s happening right now might affect his job.
Pyke just simply nods and smirks, mocking me.
I stick my tongue out to him when Kyland is not looking. I am a little bit childish, but I just can’t do something and be disrespectful to my cousin.
/"Very mature,/" he murmurs.
/"Dick!/" I retort.
/"I said, enough!/" Kyland grabs my elbow. /"We’re leaving./"
I walk away from them, heading to the door. I can’t talk to him anymore. I’m only controlling my anger because my cousin is around, and I can’t let him lose the job that he loves. I stop when I hear Pyke says.
/"Sure, man, take care of cam-tankerous./"
I stop when I hear Pyke says and mouth, /"Dick./"
/"You’ll love it,/" he mouths back.
/"Um, Kill. I forgot to fill the tank of your car,/" I say, grinning sheepishly.
/"What? How could you ever miss to check if it’s empty or not?/" He looks more annoyed.
Can’t this day get any worse ever?
/"Stay here, and let me ask Hughes, maybe he has a full tank,/" he adds.
/"Let me send you both home./"
My head snaps to Pyke who’s already standing beside me. Goosebumps crawl up my skin. He’s not too close, but I can feel the heat radiates between us. This is the weirdest night I’ve ever had.
/"Thanks, man! We’ll just take a taxi from here,/" Kyland changes his mind.
/"Save your money for the taxi, Wright. I’ll send you both, and it’s already late. Follow me,/" Pyke casually suggests.
We have no choice but to follow to where he probably parked his car, then I hear a car unlocks.
/"Wow!/" My eyes widen in shock. I’m literally drooling. I want to run my fingers in every inch of his 2019 Daytona Grey Audi R8 Decennium matte. The company only made two hundred and twenty-two units, and Pyke is obviously loaded to get a unit for him. The wheels were milled two-inch bronze to match the black front lip, sills, and diffuser.
How did I know about cars? Well, I have a Bachelor in AET major in automotive design. One day, I will design my own car, but first, I need to find a job to make my dream come true.
/"Where will I sit?/" I ask because the car is a coupe.
/"On my lap, babe./"
/"Ass!/"
/"Yeah, your ass on my lap,/" he chuckles.
/"Get inside, Cam. I texted Forrest, and he’s on his way to refill my tank./"
/"I’ll wait with you,/" I suggest to Kyland.
/"No, get in the car, and wait for me at home./"
/"Get inside, babe./"
/"Don’t babe me, prick!/"
He laughs instead of getting offended. /"Fine, Cam-T./"
/"Cam, see you there. And behave./" He throws me a glare before he talks to Pyke. /"Hughes, send my cousin home. Thanks, man!/"
/"Sure. Call me if Forrest will get into you late. I’ll come back to you./"
I know I will not win, so I get inside his car with V10 plus engine with 456kW at 8,000-8250 revolutions per minute with 580Nm at 6500rmp of torque. It smells pine and musk with a hint of citrus—a mix of his car air freshener and his cologne.
I let my eyes wander around while he’s still talking to my cousin. My fingers itch to touch every surface in this beauty. I run my fingers against the Decennium logo in front of its gear selector. The navigation, media, and communication services are direct to the virtual cockpit. The dark theme exterior continues to the interior with gloss fiber carbon accents, black Alcantara leather upholstery, contrasting to the copper-colored stitching. This baby has B\&O thirteen speakers and a voice control system.
How many women did he bang in here? Though this car has eighteen ways adjustable and heated seats there wasn’t enough space to have sex, or maybe here in the passenger seat? I wrinkle my nose in disgust, but who am I to judge him? My stomach twists sickly at the idea of him banging different women every night.
Why do I care?
I don’t even notice he pulls away until I see the array of lights outside the window appears.
/"So, are you this awfully quiet when just the two of us? Aren’t you scared that I might bring you somewhere else?/" he starts.
My heart pounds, not from his threat, but it’s just the two of us now in his car.
He’s a stranger, but for some reason, I’m not scared of being with him. Can he possibly hurt me? Like intervening in his revenge plot against me?
/"Camila, are you even listening?/"
My head snaps at him. His eyes are glittering, but he keeps his focus on the road. Pyke really looks good. His lips are so full and red. His tongue darts out between his lips to lick them. My thighs press together involuntarily. His long fingers are drumming at the steering wheel—the very same fingers traced in every woman’s skin.
A sudden shiver runs down my spine.
/"Are you just gonna stare at me?/"
I blink as his deep masculine voice gets rough.
/"Who said I’m staring at you?/" I ask back, turning my head toward the window.
The car becomes smaller for us. The temperature suddenly rises even the air conditioning is turned on.
/"I can feel your eyes on me, Camila./"
Why does my name sound like honey on his tongue? So sweet and smooth.