Checkmate (Camren)

Premonition? (28)

Camila Collins' Point Of View

I looked out the window of the living room while my husband walked slowly to the car parked in front of our house. Carlos approached quickly, opening the door for the man who kept his attention on the phone. A smile was born on my lips in pure euphoria due to knowing who was on the other side of the line. Just as expected, predictable. As soon as the car drove out of the mansion, I went looking for my belongings, such as keys, cell phone and purse. I had an important commitment, actually, a purpose, and I needed to fulfill it.

"Where are we going, ma'am?" Dylan asked as soon as I stepped out of the house.

"I have an important commitment. But I want you to take the rest of the day off."

"But, Mrs. Collins..." He insisted as he followed my steps. I took a deep breath as I walked on my heels towards my car parked in the garage. I pressed the little remote, unlocking the vehicle, and then accommodated myself inside the Ferrari. "I can't let you go out alone, I was paid to-"

I opened my black wallet, taking out some bills from the stuffed interior, to then turn my attention to the man outside.

"Mr. Carter, do as I say, okay? Here's a treat so you can enjoy your day." I said persuasively and straightforwardly as I put several one hundred-dollar bills in the pocket of his shirt. The man looked at the pocket filled with money, and then turned his eyes to me. "Know that if you follow me, I'll have you fired. And don't doubt that I can do that." I let out with a cynical smile before adjusting myself on the car seat and closing the window.

I started the car, hearing the Ferrari's thick rumble as soon as I stepped on the accelerator. I faced Dylan's deer-caught-in-headlights look and waved quickly before driving out of there, leaving the security guard behind. I kept my eyes on the rearview mirror, just to make sure that Dylan wouldn't follow me, and obediently, he really didn't. I sped through the avenues of New York to Lauren's building. I parked in the usual spot, right next to the woman's car, and headed for the elevator. I rang the doorbell only twice, and it didn't take long for me to hear noise inside. I lifted my head and took a deep breath, summoning all my courage to face those green eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Those were her first words when she noticed my presence.

"You used to be more welcoming, Lauren. That's not how you treat a visitor like me." I said as I walked past her, entering her apartment.

I looked around the room cautiously and accurately, just to be sure of one thing. She was alone. I spun on my heel and faced the woman who was now staring at me with a serious expression. Lauren closed the door, and crossed her arms under her breasts as she approached.

"What do you want?"

"I want to talk to you."

"We have nothing to talk about, Camila." Her voice tone was dry, almost sharp.

"Yes we do, we have a lot of things to talk about."

Lauren nodded and leaned against the concrete pillar behind her, waiting for what I had to say. She looked incredibly attractive, making me cuss for being so weak when it came to my desires. The deputy was wearing a pair of gray cotton shorts that left a good part of her thick thighs showing, and a plain black tank top with thin straps. And to make my situation worse, under the black fabric, I could see the slight rise of her nipples. She was braless. Shit!

"And may I know what it is about? Because seeing our current situation, we no longer have any type of bond, be it sexual or work related."

"That's exactly what I came here to talk about." I said as I took a deep breath, dropping my purse on the couch. Lauren frowned, drawing her eyebrows together in the center of her forehead. "Why did you have that Dylan person put in your place? Why the hell did you give up the position?"