Chapter 9: Chapter 9

"Camila, playboy is here to see you". Someone announced.

A half-naked lady nodded slightly to the person that delivered the message.

Camila looks super hot, her big artificial breast stood firmly above her half push-up bra, her p*ssy line showing beneath the net string pant she wore. Her large artificial cheek butts weren't plain, they had different colors and drawings of orthodox sighs, Italian language, a black butterfly, and a pink snake leading up to her back and connects to another drawing. Her pink hair stop right about her collar bone exposing the drawing of a dick and crucifix she drew on her back.

Williams walked into the darkroom, dark in the sense that it had just a red bulb. He found her stuffing something into her bra as she shook her pink hair.

"You dyed and cut your hair?". He asked as she walked to a couch near her closet.

"Nice to see you, Playboy". Her spooky eyes and Italian accent made her creepy.

"Stop Calling me playboy, Camila".

"Why?" She pulled out her pink hair revealing her blonde "That Is what everyone calls you".

"You've got to be kidding".

"You accent" she smiled "Your accent got you into the pant of almost all of us".

"I owe no one".

"Who says you do?".

"Veronica, that Jamaican" he threw her close, "She said you moved out last night and offered her pussy for half her price".

Camila smirked, she smashed her lips on his as she climbed him, grinding. Within the next few seconds, his large erected d*ck was in her hand, her long plastics nails carefully wrapped around it.

"And what did you tell her?".

"I told her I could double her money but, I want just yours".

"You have said that to everyone you have fucked here including the last customer you fucked in the restroom".

Slowly she took his entire length into her mouth with her fingers still wrapped around the button. First slowly, then neutral she began to suck him.

"I will pay you double Camila". He groaned, he unclipped her bra as he took her two hard breasts in his large palms.

Still not like Melissa's soft one, nothing!

When he became hard enough, she straightened but still stroking him. With her free hand, she moved down his trousers.

With his impatient hand, Williams shifted her pant as she turned with her back at him. Camila licked three of her fingers, transferring salivary to wet her p***y. Slamming against his hood like her life depends on it.

"I sincerely enjoying you f*cking me" she moaned.

Williams smirked, he held her waist in both hands slamming her against his entire length. His left hand grabbed her breast while the middle finger of his right hand worked itself into her p***y from the front.

Camila screamed his name, digging her nails into his thighs. She tightened her core in pleasure earning a moan from her partner.

They switched positions, this time she was facing the couch her ass raised up. With one hard thrust, he was inside of her, pounding angrily, faster and faster... Each thrust making her scream.

"What the... F*ck!" She hissed.

Yeah! What the f*ck was wrong with Williams?

He kept on pounding like he was angry, truly he was. He was mad at himself, at His fate, at Karen, and Melissa.

She shouldn't have gotten the scholarship into loyata college. Since the very first day he set his eyes on her he felt that current.

He saw her, he want her, he felt he should have her like a possession. One thing Williams is good at is taking whatever he wants, and he felt he should do the same for Melissa.

She was his weakness, his lust, and his punishment.

Eight months from now he would be in Spain, probably transferred to a university there.

Fresh anger flooded his vein as he increased his thrusting rate, pounding her breathlessly. Even when it was obvious Camila could not breathe he keep on, each thrust faster and harder.

He was brutal.

He held her neck, squeezing her throat in a tight grip. The sound of her moan, his grunts, and the moving chair filled the room, making Williams more brutal in his animalistic act.

Camila sobs and moans at the same time, she couldn't resist the pain as well as the pleasure she was receiving. She felt breathless!

She dug her nails into Williams's hand that was choking her in an attempt to make him release his grip. His grip eventually loosens as she felt him pull out from her.

"Don't stop" she moaned.

Replying to her with a grunt, he made her sit on the couch, her back slightly bend in a sleeping position. On one knee, he raised her legs over his head to his left shoulder.

Looking straight away from her face he forced his full length into her emotionlessly, only a faint groan escaped his lips.

"That's it, f*ck me crazy!".

Of course, he was going to f*ck her even senseless. With his hard dick pounding in her, he felt nearly nothing. Melissa's face kept forming in his head, even when he tried looking at Camila's breast nothing seemed to be working.

Instead, he wished it was Melissa, moaning his name, begging him to make her senseless. even when he tried to imagine he knew nothing about how sweet and unique Melissa's lips taste, things only grew worst.

If he tried to smash Camila more, his weak erection would take him nowhere. He pulled out from her, dressing up immediately.

"What's wrong, playboy?".

Anger and surprise coated her silk Italian accent. She got up from the chair and stomped around, butt naked.

"I've to do something really good". He said dryly as he put the finishing touch on his clothes, watching his reflection in her mirror.

"I was so damn close" she hissed "I nearly cum".

"I will still pay you double as promised" he blurted out, quickly typing something in his phone, as he walked eagerly to the exit "I just transferred a hundred thousand dollars to you".

Camila paused, she looked like an anime porn star.

"What did you just say?".

Williams grunted, without another word he left the room thinking about Melisa, feeling guilty. He forced himself not to smile as he heard Camila squeak.

Camila wasn't the squeaking type, she just faces her business always with a straight face.

Walking out from the place became another difficult issue, as every single person wants to hold him.

"Hey Will". Someone cooed.

Happily, he ignored her as well, matching to his limit. Before he got close, Rosie had already opened the door for him. A mischievous smile plastered on her face as she gave him back his earpiece.

"You don't look good" she smirked, thanks to her stars her boss couldn't see her face "Did anything wrong happen. SIR?".

Even if Williams heard her, he would still prefer to ignore her, but he was deep in thought. He was madly over Melissa and he wasn't happy with it, he couldn't think of himself been stuck with one person, especially when the person happens to be the most beautiful girl on earth.

Melissa's moan filled his ears, causing his weak erection to jerk alive.

"This doesn't look good" he muttered angrily.

"What doesn't look good. SIR?". She pronounced the air like it had venom.

"You!" Williams barked "You, not staying the hell out of my problem doesn't look good. I don't tolerate familiarities, nonchalant attitudes, and disrespect! If you don't call the 'SIR' the right way you are supposed to call it, then get off my car I can drive myself home".

Rosie's eyebrows connected, her pink lips went in a thin straight line as she clenched the steering wheel with her white hand. Her fist was white as she chews inside her mouth to stop herself from yelling at her boss.

"Last time I checked, I knew I was talking to Rosie Del Federico, not a dumb doll!". Williams smirked knowing fully well he just broke the backbone of his proud personal assistant, bodyguard, and chauffeur.

"I expect a response from you. acknowledge me".

"Yes sir," she said through clenched teeth.

"I prefer a smile on your sweet face Miss Federico".

Just like how another boss would take, the drive became silent and smooth, only the sweet sound from the blues Williams played was heard.

If falling in love happen to be a crime, Williams was sure he would go to jail pleading guilty. His punishment for breaking dozens of girl's and women's hearts was falling in love with Melissa Harts.

Even when he had never tried to be gay, he did break some men's hearts. The one that gave all their heart to a woman, the married one that divorced to get married to a young rich man like him. Even when barely twenty, he still has an impact on women in their mid-thirties.

He had never been in love since his mother left and he vowed he would never love another. No matter how perfect the girl look or acts, he would never give her the pleasure of been totally loved. Not when his father promised to make him the head of his company as soon as he finds him worthy.

Even when been the bad egg, his father was still proud of him. As the only legitimate son of his father out of five other siblings, he vowed to follow his father's steps to get all of what would come to him.

Even now, he has a company registered in his name, many cars, his own house, fame, and the good side of his father.

He won't love, he won't get committed, he won't feel pain, he won't act weak.

He has to be perfect.

Melissa can not spoil what he has worked hard for, but that doesn't mean he won't get her.

She belongs to him.