Nice weekend

"Is this a dream?" she asked.

Chris was amused by her question he pulled her closer to his body again, landing another kiss on her pinkish lips.

"No, it's not a dream " he laughed.

Camilla could feel his warm fingers stroke the back of her neck as his other hand still rested on her behind.

Without warning, Camilla pushes Chris's body away from hers. He rolled off the bed falling to the other side. She grabbed the sheets fastening them around her naked body and turned the other opposite side of the bed to getaway.

Chris's head popped up as he warned her, " I won't try to stand up for now" he said.

Camilla ignored his warning and put her feet on the floor to run away. But her lower body didn't agree with her intention of getting away as it gave away.

She cried in pain as she saw her body head for the floor. Chris got up not minding about his nudity running to her side.

"Got you " his strong arms grabbed her weak body. "I told you not to get up " he scooped her up into his arms.

"My...my..." Camilla stammered as she looked down at her legs. She felt sore as pain emerged from her sex and left knee.

Chris placed her back down on the bed bending towards her face he said," It's been a while so it will hurt for now and you hurt yourself last night "

Camilla listened to his words but her eyes had traveled to something else dangling right between his hips.

Memories from last night swept back into her mind. Images of their entangled bodies in pleasure made her gulp on her saliva pushing it down her throat.

What had she done, did she do all that with him? Her eyes moved up to his worried eyes. He was troubled by the pain she was feeling.

"Did we do it?" she asked in a low scared voice.

Chris frowned, " Yes, you don't remember?" he asked.

"I do " she screamed pushing him away as she buried her body under the sheets.

She could not run away since her lower body was sore and her knee hurt like she had hurt it again so all Camilla could do was hide under the bedsheets.

Chris laughed at her reaction, his heartfelt so happy just being with her.

His clothes and other belongings were delivered to her place by his driver. Chris moved them to his room where Camilla still laid hidden under the covers.

After taking a shower, Chris got into a clean set of clothes. He looked down at the bed.

"Camilla I can help you get to the bathroom to take a shower and get dressed," he said.

Finally, her head jumped out of the sheets. She wanted to scream, cry, and hit his face for doing this to her but Camilla had come to a conclusion that she was to blame too.

After she remembered what had happened, Camilla recalled how she had begged him to continue.

"Really?" she asked.

He nodded.

She got up covered in sheets. Chris walked closer and picked her up. He walked to the bathroom in his room.

The tub was already filled with warm water and bubbles. He had prepared it before he asked her.

He gently put her down and walked out.

"Call me when you're done," he said before closing the door.

She stood there for a while wondering how it had got to this. Her body felt a little better when she soaked it into the warm water.

After she was done and wrapped in a towel she called Chris, who came in instantly carrying her out and walking to her room.

Camilla noticed that her bed was laid with new clean sheets as they moved past it to her closet. After he let her down, Chris stood there like he was waiting for her instructions.

"You can leave now," she said.

"I can help you get dressed " Camilla looked at his happy face and flinched. Wasn't he tired of harassing her already, after what they had done last night? Chris was still shamelessly trying to see her naked body.

"Get the hell out" she shouted.

He gave her one meaningful glance then walked out. Camilla tried getting up but the pain was unbearable. What had he done to her to feel such pain? And why wasn't she even trying to push him out of her house?

Camilla got dressed in a comfortable outfit.

"He almost made me disabled " she rumbled coming out fully dressed

"Let me " Camilla saw Chris walk to where she was and lifting her. He walked to the living room and gently laid her down in a seat.

Silence covered the room until Chris decided to talk.

"About last night ..." he wanted to continue but she stopped him.

"Let's not talk about it and act like it never happened," She said.

He was speechless and surprised at how she could shove something like that in the dark and act as nothing happened.

He called his assistant who brought in breakfast for them and painkillers for Camilla then gave him his schedule for the day.

Chris left the living room to get ready for work leaving Camilla still enjoy her breakfast. She was in a daze thinking about something.

He walked back in dressed in a blue suit, his black hair was combed backward exposing his flawless face perfectly. She couldn't help but stare at him.

He had transformed from the ordinary man who had woken up with her in bed to the billionaire businessman she used to see in the magazines.

He smiled when he noticed she was staring,

"Am happy I please your eye for you to stare ". he said.

She looked away, " I wasn't looking at you, but the suit is a nice color " she lied.

"Okay...do you have anything to do today?" he asked.

"Lunch appointment with my best friend," she said

" Don't think it will be advisable for you to move around " Chris pointed at her legs.

"Sorry to disappoint you doctor but I will manage"

" And these " Chris moved a finger across her neck sending tingling sensations down her spine.

Moving back she pushed away his hand, " I can still manage " he could see the anger in her eyes.

He nodded with a smile, " Have I nice weekend am off to work " he said.