Camilla's eyes fluttered open as she felt someone carrying her up a fleet of stairs. The arms carrying her were warm and strong. It made her feel protected. She looked up to see who it was and realized it was the man from the club. She was about to ask him a question when she felt a sharp pain in her head which made her wince.
"Effect of taking more than your system can carry. Here, this will help it". The man said to her as he laid her on the bed before handing her a glass of water.
"Where am I?". Camilla asked, staring at the man suspiciously.
"My house. I didn't know where you lived so figured it's best to keep you here till you're fine to go home without getting harassed by thugs". The man replied.
Memories from earlier came flooding back in as Camilla realized those thugs would've done something horrible to her if not for this man who had saved her.
"Thank you for saving me. I'm Camilla. What's your name?". She asked, suddenly conscious of how exposed her dress was. For some reason this man made her feel hot inside and out!
"You can call me Carlos". He replied as he leaned in dangerously to remove the strand of hair that was on her face.
Camilla felt her breath hitch at his close proximity. She instinctively raised her hands to push him off her.
"What are you doing?". She asked wide eyed, staring at him.
Carlos gave a loud laugh at her reaction. He wasn't the type of man any woman would reject .
" nothing. You're not my type of lady so don't worry". Carlos said to her.
This statement offended Camilla. What did he mean by that? Maybe she wasn't the prettiest girl on earth but no man was crazy enough to say she wasn't his type. She was about to give a smart remark when she realized perhaps he was right. Maybe she wasn't anyone's type, probably why her fiancé had cheated on her with her best friend.
"So... you mean to say you wouldn't touch me even if I offered?". Camilla asked teasingly as she hooked her hands in the strap of her gown, taking it off slowly.
Carlos swallowed hard as she watched the little minx. She looked like an Angel and the devil all together as she teased him, the little friend in his trousers tightening at every movement she made.
"Even if I did accept you, you wouldn't be able to handle me. I'm not like every man Camilla". Carlos replied as he watched her.
"Good. Because I'm not like every woman too". Camilla said boldly, hoping he couldn't see through the act as she stood up carefully to unzip her gown.
Deep down she was nervous but still yet loved the feeling of doing something wild for the first time.
"Camilla, I have to warn you. Once we do this, you're mine and mine only. Mine to touch, to kiss, to fuck. No one else". Carlos said rawly as he took a step closer to the small woman in front of him.
He wasn't the type to do irrational things but fuck it, the only irrational thing he was doing right now was wasting time on talk. He had wanted her from the first time he saw her swaying her hips carelessly at the club.
"Then make me yours". Camilla whispered out, going on tiptoes to brush her lips against Carlos.
In a flash of time, Carlos dragged her towards him, crushing her breast against his chest as he kissed her senses away. His kisses were hard and defined. They made Camilla's head spin in a good way. All her life, she has only known the sloppy kisses of Reynaldo.
Camilla let out a moan as Carlos lips left hers to suck on her neck, feathering kisses on them as he did so. Skillfully, he tore her dress from her body as his hands went in between her legs to tease her as he used his hand to shift her undies aside. Carlos fucked her with his hands till he felt Camilla's first orgasm shake her.
Then he helped her remove the wet pants, casting it aside as he hurriedly rid himself of his own clothes. His lips attacked her nipples as he drew her naked form to his. Camilla was on cloud nine by the time Carlos laid her on the bed, pushing himself slowly into her till he was fully inside of her.
She felt a sharp pain at first but soon the pain dissipated into pleasure as her moans grew louder. Her nails scratched at the back of Carlos as she urged him to go in deeper and faster in her as they both reached their climax, Carlos collapsing atop of her out of exhaustion.
Camila woke up to a warm body beside her, bright light streaming down her face from the window. Her body felt weak but alive. She stood up lazily and saw the man from last night lying butt naked beside her. She remembered his name but hoped he would forget hers.
"What were you thinking!". Camilla scolded herself silently as she quietly left the bed, looking for her clothes.
She picked up her clothes to see they had been ripped. Sighing she picked up Carlos shirt on the floor and slipped it on. Before leaving, she realized she didn't know where her purse was. Perhaps she had probably lost it last night. She immediately checked Carlos' trousers in search of money and found his wallet.
Camilla's eyes widened when she opened the wallet and saw Carlos ID. His name was Juan Carlos Suarez. What coincidence was it that he answered with the same last name with her fiancé Reynaldo. Her heart raced fast as she realized she had made the biggest mistake of her life by sleeping with a member of the Suarez family.
Without wasting any more time she quickly took out the money she needed and fled. She stepped out of the apartment only to see it was a hotel and not his house like he had said. It was a famous hotel known to be owned by Reynaldo's uncle.
Camilla's heart sank into her chest. She had just given out her virginity to Reynaldo's uncle. How was she going to face everyone? Reynaldo cheating on her would not matter when he finds out what she has done with his uncle. She stopped a taxi giving him the address of where she and Reynaldo lived. She didn't want to be bothered with going back to the hotel where everyone was.
Paying the taxi off, Camilla went inside hoping to get a hot bath and cry some more for how doomed she was. But shockingly she was met with an angry Reynaldo who just stood with his arms crossed.