Chapter 33

Shay-Lee

My eyes followed Camilo hungrily as I watched him playing soccer on the field next to us. It was surprising he'd actually participated in PE as he often skipped this class. Luckily, today he didn't, and now my horny ass was drooling over his sexy muscles and sweaty body.

I was on cloud nine after the night we shared together, and wanting to stay under the warm sheets with him, I was almost tempted not to leave the bed this morning. I would have done that if it weren't for my need to witness our school's principal getting what she deserved. So far, nothing had happened, but I knew Orson wouldn't fail me. He had too much at risk not to listen to me.

Camilo had just scored a goal and was high-fived by Andrei and Jessie. It was so odd watching this side of him, and even though I knew they were his friends, I couldn't help but be annoyed. And simply because I wanted his attention to be solely on me. Without thinking twice, I grabbed a football from the nearby equipment basket and threw it at him. The ball hit his back, then jumped to the ground as all three of them turned to look at me.

"Sorry, bro, it was a mistake," I said with a deep grin because it was a sweet flashback to the start of the year when I attempted to mess with them.

Camilo picked the ball from the ground and moved his long fingers over the leather with his eyes pinned on me. Only unlike back then, now his stare held nothing but lust and amusement. Andrei, on the other hand, wasn't as amused, and he grunted something, but I couldn't care less about his slurs because now I was Camilo's sole focus.

Camilo's attention made my body throb with impatience. My need to be alone with him kicked in, so I gave him one last look before I turned around and walked out off the field and back to the school, hoping he'd follow me. I knew he'd be pissed I teased him, but that was the point.

The hallway was empty, but as I glanced behind me, I saw Camilo had just walked in after me. Once again, our eyes met, and I gave him a knowing look before stepping into the men's room. One quick scan told me it was clear, and in the next second, the door opened, and Camilo joined me.

"What were you trying to do?" His voice didn't match the smile he had on.

"What do you mean?" I purred, and he shook his head.

"You're playing with fire." He got close to me, grabbed my hips, and then lifted me up so I'd sit on the counter.

I wrapped my legs around him, locking him in. "How else would I get your attention, Diesel?"

His brows frowned at the sound of his nickname coming from me, and he cupped my jaw.

"Now you have it."

I grinned, then bit my lip a second before he pulled me into a kiss that was too damn short.

"That's it?" I whined while jerking my hips so he'd notice my semi.

Looking between us, he chuckled. "We fucked before coming to school."

"That was four hours ago."

"Don't pout." He squeezed my cheeks and then dropped his hand to my thigh. "We do shit like this, and we'll get caught before we know it."

"So what if we get caught? Maybe it won't be that bad." We pondered for a moment about the possible outcome, then quickly brushed it off. Getting caught would be extremely bad for both of us.

"Andrei will kill me and would probably try to kill you, too," Camilo said as he began digging his fingers into the thin fabric of my gym shorts, massaging my thighs.

"He has every right to try and kill me. I would've killed me, too, if I were him." I laughed until I noticed the warning behind Camilo's eyes. "What?"

"Stop talking about killing and dying, will you? It pisses me off."

I raised my hands in mock surrender. "Fine, fine."

"Good."

His eyes quickly checked out my mouth, and he licked his lips before meeting my stare. "You're an annoying little brat, you know that?"

"I do." I wrapped my arms around him and sealed him in. "Think we can crash at Kai's tonight?"

"I can't hang tonight. Got work at the club." He rubbed his stubbled jaw.

The mere thought of Camilo putting on his Gatto mask and serving random clients who wanted nothing more than to have their hands around him pissed me the fuck off.

My Camilo is nobody's whore.

"You need to quit," I said, hugging him tighter. "I'll give you all the money you need."

Camilo's brows furrowed before he pushed away from me and started walking toward the door. Jumping from where I was sitting, I walked after him.

"Hey—"

"I don't need your money," he cut in.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"You already know why I work there," he said, turning to face me.

I did know. The first time we talked about Iván, Camilo mentioned that Dion was keeping his brother safe in exchange for him working in the club—a deal made with the devil.

"So I'll talk with Dion. I'm sure I can settle things for yo—"

Grabbing my body and pushing me against the door, Camilo cut me off midsentence. "You're not going anywhere near Dion," he hissed, his chest pressed to mine while his body kept me pinned against the door.

"Why not? That crazy fucker has a thing for me. He'll do what I tell him to."

Camilo's stare hardened, and he moved his fingers over my skin, caressing one of the marks he left on my throat yesterday.

"Wait." My brows pulled close. "You think I'll sleep with him again?"

He tore his eyes away from me, the muscle in his jaw tensed.

"Camilo—"

Just then, someone tried to open the door, but Camilo slammed it closed. "Go somewhere else!" he barked at whoever stood on the other side.

Placing my hands around his neck, I tried to make him look at me. "Camilo, you don't actually think I'll sleep with him. Do you?"

He met my eyes. "You already did. More than once."

I shouldn't have slept with Dion that night, but I shouldn't have done a lot of things I did. Crying over them now was pointless. Yet, as I realized how much I'd hurt him, my gut filled with regret.

"I won't do it again, I swear."

Camilo moved his eyes from mine to my lips and back, then nodded. "You'd better not because I don't share, Shay-Lee. Never have and never will." His words settled deep inside my chest, setting my whole body on fire.

"Good, because neither do I."

He leaned forward, closing the small distance between us, as he took my lips in a gentle kiss.

"Did we just become exclusive?" I grinned once our lips parted.

"Call it what you want." He wrapped his fingers around my neck, his gorgeous dark eyes boring into my soul. "But ever fuck somebody else, and I'll kill you both."

Filled with self-satisfaction, I huffed. "Right back at you, sweetheart."

"Good," he whispered, then kissed me again, only now it was rough and hot. I groaned into the kiss as he rolled our tongues together and fisted his shirt to pull him closer. The hot moment was cut off by the bell, followed by students' voices filling the halls. Pulling away from each other, I checked myself in the mirror, and so did he.

"You look hot in those shorts." He smirked and slapped my ass as I moved to open the door.

"Tell me something I don't know."

Opening the door, I was ready to be the first who left when I paused.

"What about the club, then?" I asked.

"I'll handle it."

Even if he didn't, I would. With that thought in mind, I walked out of the bathroom, but not before giving him a sassy wink.