faking it ; shawmila ✅

chapter 14

Shawn's POV

{present day}

I looked at her eyes, waiting for a response. Her eyes darted from my lips to my eyes before she said "I don't know."

I feel hurt but I want her to be sure before we do anything sexual. I don't want her to end up doing this just because she's vulnerable and then regret it later. Maybe it's for the best. Maybe getting physical with her will only make me want her more, and I won't be able to walk away from this.

"Mila I love you but..I can't do this." I said before pressing my lips against hers and then walking away.

I left Camila behind and was driving through the streets of California just moments after.

If talking to her didn't help, I'll talk to the devil himself. I'm not letting her slip away from me this easily.

Once I was outside his apartment complex, I ringed his room. Anthony's voice echoed from the other end.

"Who is it?"
"It's Shawn. I need to talk to you."
"That didn't take long." He chuckled and continued "Come upstairs."
He buzzed me in and I quickly went up to his room.

He opened the door after I knocked on it, and he greeted me with the fakest smile ever.
"I thought Camila could wait a little longer before she ran back to her innocent boyfriend." He mocked me.

"Stay away from Camila. I dont know what you're trying to do but...just stay the fuck away from her."
"Aww cute little Shawn, always out here, trying to defend his girlfriend, but unfortunately she's always thirsty for me. Sorry man, she's all mine, better luck next time." He patted my shoulder and walked away from me.

I won't back down.

"She's not yours. She loves me, so just back away and step out of our lives. You're only making everyone miserable."
"Do you see a tear on this face?" He pointed at his face and then resumed "Nope. I'm doing great man. But you..maybe not so much."

"What the fuck do you need to get out of our lives? Money? Fame? What?"
"I only want Camila and her sexy body. God she has a nice ass!"

I want to punch him. No, I want to kill him. He doesn't get away with talking about Camila like that.

"Don't! Dont you dare talk about my girlfriend like that."
"Too bad she isn't your girlfriend. She's my girlfriend and I can talk about her however the fuck I want. I can talk about her ass...her tits...and her pussy all I want."

My blood was boiling and my fists were ready to end him. I was the angriest I've ever been.

He can't talk like that about Mila, he can't.

But I somehow calmed myself down a little.

He paused and then looked away saying "She was so tight! But she fucking rode me!" He chuckled. "She really knows her cowgirl doesn't she? Wait I can...I can show you." He pulled out his phone from his pocket and tapped on it. Soon Camila's moans started filling up the room.

That's it. He's crossed every line and honestly if I wake up tomorrow knowing I had killed Anthony, I'd be happier than guilty.