Pyke novel Chapter 22

PYKE

My cock is harder than rock. I want to take her back to my apartment and bury my cock deep into her. Her dress doesn’t help me from seconds to come in my jeans. Her skirt molds perfectly on her round ass and with her white blouse showing a good amount of the swell of her tits.

Jesus, she’s driving me crazy beyond my imagination. I pull myself away from her before I change my mind.

“Beautiful,” I whisper through heavy breathing.

“How did I owe you a kiss?” A flash of anger lights in her eyes but the amusement is in there, too. Her lipstick smear around her swollen lips.

“I asked you nicely for a good morning kiss but you chose to ignore me. Now, that’s my payback. Next time, just do as I say.”

“We should not kiss like that again.” A regret coats in her voice as she looks down at her feet.

I cock my brow. “Like what exactly, Babe? Do you want soft and slow—”

“No, Pyke. No more kissing. Can I have my keys now?” Camila asks, offering her hand.

I fish out her keys from my jeans’ pocket and hand it to her.

“Thanks!” She strides, leaving me in front of the elevator then, she suddenly stops. I chuckle at how comical she looks.

Then she turns around, scowling at me. “Where is my car?” she hollers from where she’s standing.

“If you’re not so eager to leave me I could show you to your car.” I grin sheepishly, marching toward her direction.

“Pyke, I’m gonna be late to work. Where did you park my car?” she asks again, looking pissed.

“Your old car is in the junk.” I grab the keys from her hand. “Your new car is there,” I say, pressing the car key remote. The car unlocks from her back, and she almost jumps, then she turns around.

“Wow!” Her eyes widen. “Is this the McLaren from the car show?” Then eyes light up, admiring the white beast in front of her.

“Not the same displayed car but yes, the same model,” I answer, “I ordered this car that night. I thought you’ll gonna like it.”

“Wow, congratulation! But unfortunately, I’m really running late if you won’t show me where did you park my car. I mean it, Pyke. Let’s celebrate later. I need to go to work.” She’s still scanning around the parking lot.

“This is yours, Babe.” I hand her the keys back. I hooked the car key to her keys last night, that way she can’t refuse to take it.

“What do you mean by yours?” She looks confused.

“Did you not hear me?”

“You’re kidding, right?” Irritation flashes on her face.

“No.”

“Well, I can’t accept it. I’ll just hail a cab,” she says dismissively, walking away. I grab her hand before she can walk away from me.

“I bought this for you.”

“Which I don’t need it. The Ass-ton is just parked at Meg’s apartment. I can’t even look at it without feeling disgusted to myself.” She swallows, wrapping her arms around herself. Camila averts her eyes to the street as pain and sadness replace on her eyes.

“Babe, you deserved that. You can do whatever you want with that car. Xandry and I are assholes.”

“And I’m a whore!” she roars.

“Don’t you ever down yourself like that, Camila! I never look at you that way.” I blink, trying to control my anger because I am the reason why she feels this way in the first place.

“Take this car, please. I bought this for you,” I say quietly, hoping she takes it without a fight.

“Are you buying me out, Pyke?” Her voice cracks, tears forming in her eyes.

“This is a gift. I bought this for you before we slept together. I’m not bribing you. I saw how you really like this car. Accept this, please?”

“I can’t take it. I’m sorry.” She shakes her head.

“Just use this, sell this, or do whatever you want. Use the money and buy a new car you like or donate the money, I don’t care. Just take this. This meant for you.”

“Are you crazy? This is a two hundred thousand dollar car, Pyke!”

“I still buy for you even if it’s worth a million dollars.”

“Why are you doing this? If you think I will forgive you easily because you bought me a car, don’t even think about it, Pyke.”

I want to be pissed at her, but I smile instead. Girls will jump if I’ll give them cars, but Camila scowls and bickers with me instead.

“Let’s go before I change my mind. I’ll drive you to work then pick you up later.” I walk to the passenger door and pull up the door for her.

For the first time in history, Camila jumps literally like a girl in front of the Christmas tree. She gets inside voluntarily. I quickly get inside the car before she can bark other words.

“I’ll pick you up at lunch,” I say, pulling out the driveway.

“Dinner.”

“Lunch, Babe.”

“Dinner.”

“You don’t agree without a fight, do you?”

“I don’t want to spend lunch outside then go back to work after that.”

I sigh deeply. “Fine. I’ll come and fetch you.”

“Good.”

“Really?”

“Shut up and just drive,” she says with a laugh.

“So you’ll take the car?”

“No.”