LUNCH (wlw)

𝒦𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽𝓎

Camilla POV:

My father was a famous Business guy when it came to developing business, everyone wanted him on their team. It not easy always getting recognized on the streets of New York as 'the famous businessman daughter' and not just my name, today he had a fundraiser and I was guilty tripped into going.

We've been here for only an hour and I'm already wanting to go, everyone's at least in their 40's. My parents introduced me to a couple of people, my dad wants me to take over his legacy since he didn't get the boy he wanted but he did get a lesbian daughter.

"Mr. Hills, the man of hour." The voice sounds feminine, making its way across the room. me and my parents turn faced with a couple coming in our direction. My parents greets the man, he has brown hair thats cuts into a crew cut and a beard the would make your vagina scratch if he went down on you.

Yuck.

His jaw line was strong, looks like he's about in his mid 40's.

Scary looking man, "And, you must be Camilla." Shaking his hand, even he's grip was dangerous and firm. "This is my wife, Selena rose." She comes from behind him, her eyes look scary as they're only half way open. "Shake her hand." My dad nudges me in my arm, snapping me back to reality. I haven't noticed I was just staring at the poor woman, "uh.. sorry...right, my apologies." Taking her hand, my words come out quickly.

Stuttering every word that was said, her eyes don't leave mines. I'm holding her hand to long..shit. pulling my hand away fast, I feel my hands start to sweat. "No need to apologize, you seem a bit parched. How about I get you some water at the bar?" Her voice raspy and lower than the typical female tone, my mouth suddenly starts to feel dry.

Feeling a warmth on my chin, as my chin closes shut. I didn't even realize that it was open, "don't want anything getting in there. Mind if I take her?" SHE TOUCHED ME... OMG, GAY PANICK. "Be my guest." My father annoying voice goes off but this time I'm glad he spoke, "come on." Her soft skinny fingers grasp around my wrist, pulling me more into the crowd as we shuffle our way to the bar.

I can't help but check her out, one of the most attractive things about a woman is their walk. The way their hips just swing in a controlled manner, does some to me and she had it. You can feel her confidence, just from the way she walked in these heels. Getting to the bar, we sit down and her finger slowly fall leaving my wrist.

"Can I get a water?" The man turns in our direction and even he was mesmerized, I can't blame the guy. I mean... look at her, her dark blue eyes meets mine. "You should join a staring team." She says and It comes off a bit harsh and filled with attitude, "sorry, didn't mean it in a bad way. Your eyes are just very... different." I said, Taking in a breath as I look away.

"Different how? In a good or bad way? Miss. Hills" her voice goes back low and teasingly, "they're just a really dark blue but in a good way and please, call me Camilla." My eyes go back to her and my voice starts to grow higher as I start to panic, "stop apologizing darling, it's a fucked up female habit." She wasn't wrong, "what is taking this water so long? excuse me, I ordered a water about 2 minutes ago." It doesn't come out harsh at all, just a bit impatient sounding.

How can you keep a pretty woman like her waiting? She undeniably gorgeous, the man apologize and she decides to get herself a wine. "You're young, shouldn't you be out with your friends?" She says as the bottle leaves my lips and she takes a sip of her wine, "because my father made me come here." Her eyebrow frown as she places the glass on the counter, "he made you? Darling we have our own free will, did he really make you or did you feel guilty?" She speaks in truth, "both." I say, Rolling my eyes at the thought of what he said to make me feel guilt if I didn't come, "and how did he do that?" She slightly giggles and she sounds like she's loaded with money.

Most of the people are here, "it's nothing." My tone sounds like I'm begging for attention and to be completely honest, I am...from her. "Tell me, I want to know darling." She's gives off motherly vibes, her voice calming and gentle. For the sake of humanity, the way she keeps calling me 'darling', ugh to bad she's married.

Her hand find their way on my leg, not to high but not to low. "Come on, tell me. You might be the only entertainment I'm getting tonight." She tilts her head just a bit making me want to throw myself on the floor, "well, I'm part of this band and we're not that known but we're trying get wide world famous. Well my dad's wants me to take over his legacy, since he didn't get his son. I have to be the one to step up, he's not that supportive of what I want to do. So he likes to tell me that I'm not going to make it and I should just focus on a more long term career that's actually can make me known or how it going to be my fault that the family name won't live on." I can't stop myself and I've been told that I talk a lot when someone gives me a chance to do so.

"That not very nice of him, I'm sorry that he tells you that. I think you should do what makes you happy and if being part of a band does. Then do that, what are you in this band? Considering you perform." She leans in, getting comfortable and carious. Her hand still rests on my leg, caressing up and down my leg gently. Sending shivers in places it shouldn't be, "yeah we perform at open mics and things like that but I'm the singer." I say, feeling my confidence boost. Finally felt like someone actually wanted to sit and listen to my interest.

"Mm I see and how many are y'all in this band?" Her eyes flicker to my lips and back up to my eyes, taking a breath before answering feeling myself get turned on, "4, two guys and two girls. That's including me." Bitting the corner on my lip, it's a habit I've always had when I'm getting nervous or excited. "What kind of music you guys make?" She asks, fuck...she can't get any more attractive. This was a turn on, if you couldn't tell.

"A bit of everything, we make our own music." You can hear the excitement coming off my voice as i shift in my chair, "is she boring you?" Great, My father voice decided to join the chat. Her hand leaves my leg and I miss the warmth it brought me, "not at all, you have a very interesting young lady on your hand." Her eyes not leaving me but that changes when her husband hands goes around her waist and tightly.

Making her shift to get out his tight grip, "well thank you, Mrs. Rose and Mr. Cole is the couple that hired you to be their private chef." It clicks in my head, that's where I seen that name before. "Mm well, I guess it's good that I met you guys today." Smiling but it doesn't reflect what I'm feeling inside, "definitely." Mr. Cole finally speaking to me directly, gosh his voice was high pitched like a women's voice. How can she listen to that every day?

Poor woman, Mr. Cole and my father speaks and my mother speaks with another woman. Leaving me and her sitting there quietly and questions unanswered as business talk continues over lapping each other.

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First chapter down and I think it went well but you will have to tell me that but only if you want. (please do) sorry if I misspelled.

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See you next time love bug's

~K🙂 (I love emojis)