The Bet

15) Dream

Miss Camila's POV

The moment the cutie left my house — without breakfast, despite my protests — I made myself up and booked it to my club, ready to brag all about how my plan that everyone said wouldn't work, did work.

I parked my car in the semi hidden lot and strode into the dark building with the sign that reads the name I came up with, 'The Garden'. My co-owner hates it, but I couldn't care less what that brooding hottie thinks. She gave me creative liberty, so I ran with it.

  "Hello, Roy. You owe me thirty bucks," I smiled charmingly and stuck my hand out victoriously.

I had walked in on Calvin counting out then reluctantly handing over a stack of bills to Roy, probably profit from 'The Cave'.

Roy took a bill off the top. "You got change for a hundred?"

I snatched it from between his fingers. "Nope."

He sighed but knew not to bitch about it. "That bet thing really worked?" He questioned, surprised. "She actually slept with you?" He raised an eyebrow.

Cal peaked over from counting his well-earned cash, apparently interested in the answer too.

I ignored Cal and waved Roy and his man brain off. "It wasn't just sex. It was a date," I corrected. After a short pause though, ". . . But yes, the bet worked, and she slept with me," I smirked.

"Hm," Cal mumbled to himself at my answer.

Roy and I stared at him.

"You can leave now," I informed him blankly. His lingering started to feel more like eavesdropping after his reaction.

His fingers stopped sifting through the cash. "Right," he cleared his throat. "See you next week," he gave a slight nod to Roy.

Our eyes followed him out of the club.

Once the door closed behind him, we continued with our conversation. "J is gonna be so jealous."

Grinning at the feeling of beating that flirt at his own game, I shrugged. "I guess he missed his chance, waited too long to make a move. Now, she's mine. but speaking of J, where is he? He owes me fifty."

"Room 3, but he's with some guy right now, so I wouldn't —"

"Is the guy a member?"

"I don't think so."

I didn't need any more information to turn on my heels and go get my money.

Sam's POV

  I could hear my bed calling my name from the bottom floor of my apparent building, so the second I locked eyes with her, I plopped down onto her.

  I buried my face into my pillow and let my body go slack. My everything hurts.

But it's worth it, because I'm rich! Well, not rich, definitely not rich, but I am seven thousand dollars closer to being able to afford Mickey's fancy boarding school. Yay!

  As a reward for myself, I stripped down, threw on some jammies, and cuddled up in my blankets, intent on making up for the good night's sleep I missed out on last night in lieu of having mind blowing sex.

Sex so mind blowing, I apparently couldn't help but dream about having more of it.

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Miss Camila came through a front door that didn't resemble either of ours but I knew was mine, because dreams are weird like that.

  "Aw, look at you kneeling for me when I get home, like a good little girl," she smiled down at me after closing the door behind her and locking it.