Page 67 of Wanted

“I don’t need you to stand up for me,” I barked at Alex. “Stay here. Discuss my sex life with your dad some more. I’m out. I should go drown in your pool or something.”

I stormed out of the dining room.

“You can’t say shit like that and leave!” one of the men called after me.

It took me a couple of minutes, but I ended up at the indoor pool. Taking off my clothes one by one, I remained in my underwear. No bra. I let out a mirthless laugh.

Climbing into the pool, I embraced the temperature of the water. It wasn’t too cold or too warm. I hadn’t brought a towel, but the room was sweltering. I wouldn’t get cold easily.

“Sweetie, I have to tell you something.”

“I don’t fucking care!”

“Don’t raise your voice at me, Kamila. I’m warning you!”

“What will you do, huh? Exile me to my villa? DO IT. I can’t fucking wait to live alone, away from all this shit!”

“Why are you acting like this? What have I done wrong? I just want to have a conversation with you.”

“I don’t trust you! You lie. You manipulate people! You’re a bitch just like Daddy says! Ouch. That hurt. Fuck!”

“I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. Kamila, please, let me get you some ice.”

“DON’T TOUCH ME!”

After swimming a couple of rounds to distract me, I halted in the middle of the pool, and I let myself float. Tears burst out of my eyes, and my chest heaved. I took deep breaths in an attempt to stop sobbing. I was becoming a pathetic mess.

“I didn’t ask you to sit on my lap to make you feel uncomfortable,” Fylox said, startling me to death. I hadn’t heard him enter the pool room. “I wanted to display what we did to Jordan in a PG way without the innuendos.”

“Well, I felt uncomfortable,” I responded dryly. “It reminded me of my father and how he used to play with Felicita and me in front of his friends.”

“That wasn’t my intent. I apologize,” he said sincerely. I kept floating, not wanting to look at his pretty face right now. “Jordan asked because he wants to know if he needs to take additional precautions. We have to explain to him what’s going on between the three of us. He thinks you’re stringing along his son. He doesn’t understand the… complexity of the situation.”

“What’s so difficult to understand? I fuck who I want to fuck,” I spat.

“Not right now, you don’t.” He added, “Watch your language.”

“Yeah, exactly. There’s nothing to explain. Alex fondles me every now and then. You’ve never touched my pussy. You pinch my nipples, and then you leave me hanging. I haven’t had any action in months. What’s there to explain?” I blurted out, my frustrations getting the best of me. They weren’t used to people like me. I didn’t feel ashamed of my complaints. I grew up like that. I had everything served to me on a silver platter.

“Get out of the pool, Kamila. Don’t threaten to drown in it ever again.”

“We’re not playing right now. You can drop the act.”

“I’m not playing with you. I mean it,” he insisted. “Get out of the pool.”

I couldn’t resist his voice. The demand in his tone had me all sorts of worked up. I hated my hormones, my irritability. I was bitchier than usual. I hoped that Mandy was doing okay. If she had made a return to Katantia, my brother would take care of her. He knew how much she meant to me. I knew how much she meant to him. She would be all right.

As for me? That was a question for another day.

I climbed out of the pool. Wet panties, dripping tits and all; it was probably a sight for sore eyes. I would’ve liked to see that from afar. Self-love. That was what had got me through the past few months of abstinence.

“What’s got you smirking?” Fylox asked, handing me a towel. He didn’t look at my body when we weren’t playing. He kept his eyes on mine.

I patted myself dry. “Nothing. Something Katantian.”

“Dress up. Jordan wants to talk calmly and without judgment. We’ll handle this like grownups.”

I nodded.