Diva (Complete)

Havana Oo Na Na

"Keep your head down"

"Why? A face as beautiful as this should be seen"

"A face as recognisable as that should definitely not be seen when they have just been kidnapped, now head down" I tighten my grip on her hand as a warning and hear her huff out a complaint

"Do you have to walk so fast?"

"I'm in a hurry"

"My legs aren't long enough to walk so fast I'm going to trip"

"Don't be silly just walk faster"

"I can't idiot! I just told you my legs aren't long enough"

I'm just about to argue with her some more when all of a sudden she tumbles to the ground and a cloud of dust erupts around her, covering her face, her hair and what I'm sure are very expensive clothes. I try not to laugh... okay I don't really try very hard but I pause for a second before I exploding into laughter and I see her face getting redder and redder as I splutter and point at the mess she now is

"I hate you" She seethes "Do you have any idea how much this outfit cost?"

"Not exactly but I can imagine" I tell her whilst reaching down to help her up but she just slaps my hand away before pushing herself to her feet and beginning to dust herself down

"Gucci sneakers-  650 dollars, Gucci tracksuit- 2700 dollars, Gucci sunglasses- 280 dollars"

"Well you're an idiot for paying that amount for clothes"

"Oh no, no, no, I don't pay for them, I'm sent them for free, I'm a walking billboard you know"

"So what the fuck are you complaining about???" I almost scream at her, grabbing her by the hand and dragging her towards the building that has 'bathrooms' written on a blue and white sign

"You're hurting me!" She complains whilst still drying to brush off the dust

"Good!" I seethe as I pull open the door to the women's bathroom, make sure no one is inside and then just about throw her in "And make sure you wash your fuckin hands!" I shout out before slamming the door shut and pulling as much air into my lungs as possible before turning and kicking the door as hard as I can in an attempt to relieve the fury she provokes in me.

I lean against the wall and close my eyes, attempting to calm my breathing whilst counting to 10 in my mind. I just get to 4 when all hell begins to break loose

"Help me! Somebody Help me!"

'Mother of fuckin God!'

I hear the commotion coming from the back of the building and know immediately she must have escaped, I run as fast as I can and spot her quickly. She's jumping up and down in front of some parked wagons and screeching about how she's 'Global Superstar Camila Cabello' and how she's been kidnapped.

I see the wagon drivers looking amongst themselves, obviously unconvinced that this tiny human that is covered in dust from head to toe, her usually perfect curls matted with dirt and flying uncontrollably around her head Is anyone other than a lunatic

I rush over and take her by the shoulders

"Let go of me!" She screams, stamping down hard on my foot with her very expensive, very dusty, Gucci sneakers

"Sorry!" I shout to the amused looking audience that haven't made one move to exit their cabs "Lovers tiff!"

"He kidnapped me from Madison Square Garden!" She screams and the men laugh "I'm Camila fuckin Cabello!" She stamps her foot again and I look to the men and roll my eyes, making a signal with my hand beside my head to let them know she's loopy and they just nod knowingly

"Come on dear back to the car..." I start pulling her gently by the shoulders

"I'm Camila!" She yells this time sounding a bit defeated "Havana oo na na!" But by now the wagon drivers have lost interest in the show she was putting on and returned to their newspapers and cigarettes

"One nil to the kidnapper" I whisper in her ear and she turns to me and slaps me hard across my face

"Mommy! Camila Cabello just hit that man!" I hear a young voice say and as I look up I see a young girl in a Camila tShirt stood looking at us, her mom turns to see what the commotion is and I panic that if she seems Camilas face she will recognise her and the game will be up so I do the only thing I can think of at the time... I grab her face and kiss her.

My lips crash into hers as I use my much larger body as a shield from prying eyes and swallow down Camilas protests, gripping her face tight and then getting the shock of my life when suddenly she tilts her head, and pushes her tongue into my mouth, her hands grabbing an ass cheek each and pulling my quickly hardening dick against her.

Camila moans into my mouth and I can't stop myself from sliding my tongue over hers and grinding my rock hard dick against her and then moaning myself at the friction.

I hear the mother complaining that we are acting obscenely in a public place and hurrying away with her 'forever scarred' child but my mind is too wrapped up in the red mist of desire to give a shit about who is seeing or saying what.

I'm just about to reach down and pick Camila up, I'm not sure if I'm actually planning on fucking her here or not, my body and brain seem not to be on speaking terms right now but suddenly her hand comes up to my chest and she pulls away, panting her hot breath against my chest

"Add 'sexual assault' to the long list of charges the police are going to hit you with she smirks and then struts off towards the car, her hips swaying and her middle finger held high above her head

'Holy fucking hell!"

*please vote and comment. I know this book is pretty silly but I realised most of the Camilas I write are pretty bland so wanted to write one that was the complete opposite. She might not be very likeable atm but hopefully she isn't forgettable