chapter 19
Camila smiled seductively as she painted her lips with red lipstick.
Flynn must get tempted to kiss her today.
Funny enough, Flynn had never kissed her on the lips, he had only kissed her cheeks and the corner of her lips.
Camila knew she had a nice smell, she did not need anyone to tell her that.
Well, the tycoon is probably not a fan of kisses.
Wait, who was she kidding?
She saw Flynn kiss Melanie during the press conference on the television.
The more she thinks about that girl, the more her hatred for her grew the more.
That girl was skinny, too skinny, didn't Flynn like matured women?
Oh, whatever.
He was going to become hers from today anyways.
The door opened and Flynn entered noiselessly.
This man could be an assassin.
How could someone enter without making any noise?
''Flynn,'' Camila stood up went to hug him.
Flynn stood still as Camila hugged him and sighed.
''I've missed you,'' Camila looked at him, and Flynn glanced at her body.
She was wearing a short, fitted red gown that exposed her navel.
This woman was the biggest temptress he had ever known.
He smiled coldly and walked past her and sat on the couch Camila had stood from when he entered the room.
''Are you okay?'' Camila asked as she settled on Flynn's thigh.
''Get me a bottle of wine from the freezer,'' Flynn rested his head and closed his eyes.
"Okay, honey,'' Camila stood up walked towards the fridge.
She brought out Flynn's favorite wine, MASSETO, and grabbed two glass cups from the shelf, and strolled towards Flynn whose eyes were still closed.
''Flynn...'' Camila whispered as she opened the wine and poured it inside the glass cup for Flynn.
Flynn collected it from her and sipped it slowly.
Why was he feeling so down because of what happened?
It was all in the past.
He was just blinded by rage for that man.
How about he called Melanie and told her about it?
Flynn thought miserably.
Will that lady ever forgive him?
Somehow, he doesn't want Melanie to be mad at him.
Flynn was still lost in thought when he felt a weight on him.
He blinked his eyes and stared at Camila who was sitting on his thigh.
Her legs were spread across him and she pressed her breast on Flynn's chest.
Flynn wasn't in the mood for this now, he just wanted to relax his head as it is.
''Camila...'' Flynn groaned.
''Hmm,'' Camila moaned softly.
Flynn said nothing and closed his eyes then he felt the glass cup he was holding moving from his hand till it finally left his hand.
Camila collected the glass cup and dropped it on the table beside her and pressed her body harder on Flynn.
She did it for a few seconds before her hand find its way to Flynn's shirt. She was about to open the first button when Flynn's hand covered hers.
''Not now, Camila,'' Flynn said softly.
''If it's not now, then when? Flynn... I'm horny,'' Camila sulked.
''I didn't ask you to get horny,'' Flynn snapped.
''Why did you ask us to meet when we're not going to do anything then?'' Camila asked.
''Is this the first time we meet without doing anything?'' Flynn asked.
''No, but...''
''But what? We're not doing anything, I just want to let you know some things...'' Flynn drawled.
''What is it?'' Camila asked, still sitting on Flynn's thigh.
''Melanie is my wife-to-be and...''
''And what?'' Camila interrupted and stood up.
''I don't like the way you address her, she's not a bitch, she is the woman I want to marry,'' Flynn said softly.
''Your WIFE TO BE called me a mistress!'' Camila protested.
''Are you not my mistress? You are the other woman and she is the woman I'll be spending the rest of my life with,'' Flynn defended.
''Did you just call me the other woman? Flynn, I've been with you for five years! I did everything for you!'' Camila shouted.
''You did nothing for me, Camila. We had sex,'' Flynn retorted.
''Flynn!'' Camila screamed.
''You know... I'm out of here,'' Flynn stood up and grabbed his jacket from the bed, and walked out of the room.
''Flynn!'' Camila yelled as she grabbed the wine on the table and hit it angrily against the wall.
How dare he say all those words to her?
Just sex?
''Melanie!'' Camila shouted.
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Flynn entered his car and instructed the driver to drive home.
He regretted what he said to Camila earlier, so much.
That woman had been with him for five years and he could understand what she was going through.
But the thoughts of Melanie wouldn't leave his head even for a minute.
Was it because he killed her father that the girl wouldn't leave his head.
He sighs and massaged his temple, the headache was getting too much.
A few minutes later, the car entered the mansion and Flynn alighted from the car.
When he got to the living room, Elle told him Melanie had just gone upstairs.
Flynn nodded his head and headed up the stairs. He was going to tell Melanie that he was the course of her father and brother's death.
All he hoped was that she was going to forgive him.
He opened the door to the living room upstairs and entered. Melanie was just coming out of her room.
And... She wasn't smiling.
''Melanie,'' He called her.
''Yes?'' Melanie asked with a straight face.
What's wrong with her now?
Why was her face hard?
''I... I have something to tell you,'' Flynn said.
''I don't think we have anything to talk about,'' Melanie forced a smile.
''I think we do,'' Flynn said.
''No, we do not,'' Melanie said and walked past him.
Flynn grabbed her by her arm immediately and pulled her closer.
''Mela...''
''Don't touch me!'' Melanie snatched her arm from him.
''Mel?'' Flynn furrowed his brow.
''What? Do you think you can have your way like the way you did with the kiss? Our marriage is fake, so stop acting like we have something together. I am only getting married to you because of my mother so don't think I'm marrying because I want to. I don't like you because you disgust me. So Mr. Mafia, let's stay away from each other,'' Melanie said and walked away.
Flynn furrowed his brow in confusion.
What just happened?
Why was this woman suddenly giving him attitude?
Did he offend her in any way?
Flynn sighed deeply and turned towards his room.
What is wrong with Melanie Tatum?