Young IndyCar driver Shawn Mendes has it all. Amazing family and friends, money, fame and beautiful girls at his beck and call. Well... all except for a certain brunette who seems immune to his popularity and charm.
Camila, an avid race fan grew u...
It's the night of Shawn's going away party and I still have no idea who the girl in the car with him was. I know the rational part of me shouldn't assume the girl means anything romantic is going on, but the insecure part of me and Shawn's playboy past can't help me feel he's already trying to move on...
I've continued to ignore his calls and texts, but start to feel bad when Niall tells me that Shawn is a mess. Worse than after his accident; when he screwed things up with me the first time. Or third time; but who's counting...
But why would he be a mess if he was already with someone else?!
Choosing to push it off to the side, Becca and Emma enter my room as we all get ready for the party together. It's at the Mendes Mansion, which I'm quietly grateful for, because I don't think having it at my house would've been a good idea. My father, or as I call him now, Mario; has done enough damage, he doesn't need home field advantage on the eve before my ex leaves with him for Monaco.
Getting ready, the girls help me pick out the black teddy I need to wear under my dress.
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It's simple, yet elegant and it will help me show off my curves just as I have planned. I want to be irresistible to anyone and everyone and a part of me feels zero guilt about it. If Shawn can move on, so can I.
Tonight I'm planning on avoiding Shawn and having fun. Call it childish, but after seeing him with another woman, I'm not so keen on setting things straight with him unless he makes the first move. Which is going to have to be one hell of a move for me to even consider giving him the time of day.
As Emma helps me into my dress, Becca goes to find my brother; leaving the two of us alone.
"You ready for tonight?" She asks.
"Of course girl." I smile at her as I take myself in looking at the mirror.
Bingo!
We have some time to kill so Emma and I decide to go into the empty room in my house Mario and James use for photoshoots. It's nice to spend some time with her, goofing off and getting back into our rhythm.
"Give me that "man eater" pose baby!" Emma squeaks as she lets out a hearty laugh.
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"Oh my god Mila. You look so fucking gorgeous. If Shawn don't take you home, I just might." She winks at me showing me the picture she just took.
"Damn!" I smile victoriously. "Send this to my phone. I have an idea." I laugh devilishly as Emma sends me the picture and I pull up Instagram.
I post the photo with the caption "Who's ready to play? 😈"
Simple and totally unexpected from the Mila everyone knows and loves.. My mind intrigued to see what kind of response Shawn will have when he sees this post.
As we leave the room, my phone is already alerting me to dozens of likes and comments. Most ranging from "I'll play with you any day baby girl" to "Damn Cabello bringing the heat, Mendes boy better watch out."
Perfect! I think to myself as I grin internally and slide my phone back into my silver clutch. A smirk on my face as Emma and I get into the black SUV that will take us the short drive to the Mendes property.
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Meanwhile, Shawn is getting ready with Niall and Connor in his room.
"Yo Shawn... have you seen insta?" Connor asks.
"No." I say as I stand bare chested in my closet trying to find the right shirt for this party. I need to grab Camila attention the second she walks in the door. I need to fix this.
"Well you might want to mate. Your girl is stirring up some trouble." Niall adds.
Rolling my eyes, I grab my phone from the dresser in front of me and open Instagram. Of course hers is at the top of my feed.
"What is this?! Who posted this?" I say angrily as I stare at the photo. She's wearing a white lacy looking dress with the over the knee-high boots I helped her pick out one day because I told her I wouldn't mind "having them wrapped around me while I fucked her senseless." She bought them immediately, but we had yet to use them for that purpose.
"She can't post a picture like that! Look at these comments! Look at her caption!" I growl, pacing my large walk-in closet, running my hands through my hair as I fling my phone across the room. "What the hell is she thinking?!" I shout as a million thoughts run through my mind. She's the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen and it's like for the first time, she's finally noticed it and now she's using it to her advantage. She's figured out that she's a goddess and she's uping the stakes for me to win her back... which won't be easy with her looking like that... knowing the media has been in a frenzy since our "breakup." Apparently she's free to do whatever she wants.
"Man stop pacing... you're going to burn a trail in your carpet." Niall jokes as he grabs me by the shoulder. "You need to wear something that gets her attention right away mate." He winks at me as Connor is slowly going through my shirts.
I walk over to where he is and playfully shove him aside. He gets the hint and I take over, looking at every shirt, until I come across the one.
"Bingo!" I say more to myself than anyone else, as I cut the tag off the shirt and get dressed. Looking at myself in the mirror, I grin; satisfied with my look.
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"Wow! That's a bold shirt!" Connor says behind me.
"Mila picked it out for me. Told me to wear it for a special occasion. And then told me to make sure it was easy to take off." I quietly laugh devilishly to myself.
