Interrupted Vol 1 (10 page)

Sharp:
Camila? I don’t like waiting for a response when you’re the one who texted me first. What is it that you want?

Me:
Just needed someone to talk to…Can I get the sweet Sharp tonight? Please?

Sharp:
What’s wrong?

Instead of texting my issues to him I press the ‘call’ button and put the phone to my ear. I need to hear his voice again.

“Camila,” that voice sends chills down my body.

“Henry and I just fucked.”

“What? I thought you and he were over.”

“I thought of you.” I love hearing the sound of his voice. I love nearly everything about him. “When he was fucking me, pushing me against the wall, I thought of you. I wanted it to be you.”

“You called me to tell me about your love fest with your husband? And you thought of me?”

The hint of play in his voice makes me smile. “Soon to be ex husband and yes.”

“Tell me what you were thinking about.”

I stop breathing and my face turns all shades of red. “I thought about you inside me, how you fill me and bring my body to feel every type of pleasure imaginable.” My pussy is wet while I’m talking to him about this. “I love being on top, and as I ride your anaconda, you’re gripping my hips. Your large hands are holding my hips, helping me bounce up and down.” His breathing quickens. Hearing how I’m affecting him turns me on. Looking around, making sure I’m alone, I slowly bring my hand to my wet pussy. Talking to Sharp does things to my body. He takes me on a delicious high. His filthy words turn me on and all I can think about is riding his cock and feeling him fill me. I moan in the phone. “I’m touching myself right now, Sharp. I want this to be you.”

“Tell me about your lips.”

“Why?”

“I love lips on a woman.”

“Can you explain?”

“When I look at a woman’s lips I imagine how she’ll look when she’s sucking my cock. A woman’s lips tells me a lot. It tells me how sexy she is and how far she’s willing to go.”

“Even though you don’t know what my lips look like, what do you think of me so far?

“Desperate.” Immediately I take my fingers from my pussy. “You’re desperate, Camila. You work long hours and bring your work home with you to analyze. You need constant praise when you know you’ve done a good job. You need approval. You need me to tell you how you’re doing so you can feel better about yourself. You never got that from Henry so you turn to me, which is fine. I want you to turn to me. I want all your pleasures, and I want my name to slip from those lips. I still need to know how sexy they are. You turn to your ex-husband who doesn’t give a shit about you. You let him use you and treat you like shit. So yes, I say you’re a desperate woman.”

“If you think I’m so desperate then you can find some other pussy to want.”

• • •

The next morning in the office I get right to work. I don’t talk to Taylor or Natalie; I only want to focus on what I’m doing.

When I got off the phone with Sharp last night, he never texted or called me back. He probably went out to fuck some nasty slut. I wasn’t going to do this anymore with him. He has this idea of me, and it’s wrong.

“Knock, knock!” I turn around and see a bouquet of lilies in her hand. “For you!”

I lift the card and read the message:

You’re not desperate. You’re a woman I’m not used to.

-Sharp

For some reason I smile.

CAMILA:
My pussy needs something though ;)

Me:
What does it need?

Camila:
Someone who knows what he’s doing. Someone who can make me come by the sound of his voice.

Me:
There’s only one me, Camila. You can try to find someone who’ll bring your pussy any pleasure, but you’ll fail. Your pussy won’t know pleasure until my tongue licks your sweetness

My phone rings and it’s her. Predictable, yet still I’m intrigued. “Sharp,” she breathlessly says.

“You’re touching yourself.”

“I am.”

“Tell me how wet you are.”

She moans in the phone. “Soaking wet. My legs are open wide, and I’m looking at myself in the mirror.”

“Good girl. Put your fingers in your mouth. Taste yourself.”

“So good,” she whispers, “wish I could feel your tongue.”

“Are you tight?”

“Yes, I am.”

“It’s because your cunt’s not being properly fucked. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, please.”

“No.”

I hang up the phone and get back to work, but I can’t focus. She’s getting to me. I’m fucking letting her get to me. Unsure emotions are flooding my head. Fuck. This can’t happen now.

I check my reflection in the mirror, splashing cold water on my face. My dark hair falls in my eyes. Running my hands through my hair I take a few deep breaths. Pacing around my office I think about the talks between us. Rules and order are what I’m used to. This is a cruel joke, fucking with my plans. The only time I show any emotion is to my mom and Grayson. When I’m at work I’m about the business. Sure, I yell when my staff creates dumb shit for me to clean up. I rarely smile outside my home, but talking to Camila is making me feel again. I’m fucking feeling again, and it’s scaring the shit of out me.

Camila texts me a few times, but I ignore her. I need to keep my mind clear. After everything, all our conversations, I need the space. I couldn’t bring myself to feel anything for a woman. Women lie. They’re fucking liars and I don’t need anyone in my life. She’s not what I want. She’s not what I want.

But she is what I want.

“WHAT!?” THERE’S NO ANSWER. I look at my phone and notice the call’s been disconnected. “Mother fucker.”

Me:
Just wanted to talk!

Me:
Are you always negative?

Me:
Learn how to be positive.

Sharp:
What the fuck is your problem?

Me:
Life…

Sharp:
Life isn’t about being happy and in love. It’s a dirty, filthy excuse
.

And he’s right. That’s what life is all about, so why should I stay in the position I’m in? If Henry can go around doing whatever the fuck he wants then I can too. I can, and I will. I will have Sharp in my bed, fucking me, owning me, claiming me.

• • •

“Rough night?”

Natalie sits on my desk handing me a cup of coffee. This is what I need right now. “I may or may not have had a few martinis.”

“Where the hell was my text?”

Before I can answer, my phone rings. Looking at the caller ID I frown, wondering why she’s calling me. “Suzanne?”

“Oh my God, you need to hurry and come to the ER!”

“Why?” I get up from my chair, grabbing my purse and heading out my office. Natalie’s right behind me. “What’s going on?”

“It’s Henry. He’s been attacked,” she cries.

I turn to Natalie, with wide eyes, “Henry’s at the hospital.”

“Come on; I’ll drive.”

The car ride is silent. I’m not sure what to do or think. How could this have happened? I lean my head against the window, wondering if I should call Sharp. It doesn’t seem right to tell him. Every time he hears Henry’s name he gets so upset. I have no idea why.

Natalie pulls into the parking lot, and we rush inside. I ask for Henry’s room and am given instructions. Rushing inside I stop at the entry way. Henry’s on the bed with bruises all over his face. His hands are bloody and one of his eyes is closed shut. There are bloody towels in the sink and dried blood around his nose and mouth. My hand covers my mouth as I stand there unsure what to say.

“No,” I hear him say, “get out.” His voice is so low. Martin gets up and gently guides me out of the room.

“I’m sorry, but you need to go.”

“Martin? Why?”

“Please? Just go before you make it worse.”

I back away as Natalie leads me out. I’m not sure what I’m feeling. I know Henry and I aren’t together, but why wouldn’t he want me with him. The sudden feeling of being abandoned floods my emotions. I close my eyes, hoping I’m dreaming, but when I open my eyes I’m outside of the hospital.

I need time to be alone. I need time to process everything in my life.

• • •

The next day my lawyer calls me and lets me know in a few days I’ll be back to Cam Ellison. I ask him about our upcoming meeting, and he said it’s not needed. Everything that needs to be said or done can be between the lawyers; there’s no reason for Henry and I to see each other.

We have an offer on the house and take it. There’s no sense in trying to get more money. Both of us are done. We don’t want the house and we’re ready to move on with our lives. I have an apartment lined up in Fairport, so I’ll be fine.

I call Henry a few times, but each call goes unanswered. I know we’re not together, and I shouldn’t care. I do care though. You don’t throw away years with someone because of problems. I know I should hate him and despise him. A part of me does and always will. Then there’s a part of me that’ll care for him and hope for the best.

Because that’s what we both deserve.

SHE HASN’T BEEN AT WORK and she’s not answering my text messages. I don’t like being fucking ignored. Today has been one fuck up after another.

Natalie was running late, and my schedule wasn’t updated. I fucking missed a meeting, and I never miss meetings. This is the first time I’ve been careless. What the hell is going on?

Camila wasn’t at work, and Taylor bitched about having too many projects on her desk. I didn’t want to deal with their female hormones. They’re fucking crazy. Probably on the rag or some shit. Either way, dealing with emotional females wasn’t my thing.

I look at my phone and see the unanswered messages.

You aren’t at work.

Are you dead? You better be dead.

There’s no reason why you shouldn’t be here. I don’t care if you’re sad or fucking going through shit with Henry. Get your ass to work NOW!

A heavy sigh escapes me. I pour a third glass of Cognac and relax in the living room.

I wait for updates on Camila, but nothing comes. No one is answering me. Don’t they know how impatient I am? Does everyone want to get fucking fired today?