Rebound

Sitting at the dimly lit bar, her eyes fixed on the glass of whiskey before her. Her delicate, pink lips were slightly pouted, reflecting the turmoil of emotions swirling within her. tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over as she brought the glass to her lips and took a sip. The sweetness of the whiskey tastes bitter instantly invading her mouth, mirroring the bitter taste of her current state of mind.

Meanwhile, her phone vibrated insistently on the polished surface of the bartender's counter. The screen illuminated with a flurry of incoming calls, each one representing a different person trying to reach out to Camila. The calls seemed to be coming in without respite, demanding her attention every passing minute. With a mix of apprehension and curiosity, Camila reluctantly tore her gaze away from the phone in order not to attend to the persistent calls that awaited her.

In an instant, the incessant calls ceased, replaced by an onslaught of text messages that caused Camila's phone to vibrate relentlessly. Each new text carried its own weight, demanding her attention with urgency.

The first message came from Charles, pleading his case with a desperate tone. "Sweetie, it was all a mistake on my part. Nathalie seduced me," he confessed, attempting to shift the blame away from himself. Another text followed swiftly, filled with assurances of his unwavering love. "Listen up babe, I would never do such a thing to you intentionally. You know I have always loved you. All that you heard was simply part of the dialogues in the movie we are making Don't think it's about Us babe I was just explaining to Nathalie with an Example"

Amidst the flood of messages, Milly, Camila's sister, reached out with concern. "What's up, sis? Where are you? I heard you told Mom you needed space. I hope you're okay." Milly's words conveyed both worry and a genuine desire to understand what was happening in Camila's life.

Then came a message from Nathalie, once Camila's closest friend. "Charles seduced me, Camila. I tried telling you but I was so concerned it would hurt you so I tried handling it myself. We are best friends, and I would never do this to you. We're now blood sisters, Camila. I need your reply. Talk to me." Nathalie pleaded.

Charles, unable to let the conversation rest, sent yet another text, attempting to justify his actions. "We planned to love each other no matter what, Camila. Don't act like this. Besides, we decided to wait until marriage. I'm human too, and you need to consider my feelings, babe."

In the midst of the barrage of messages, Charles's name flashed on Camila's phone screen once again, accompanied by a new text. His words carried a hint of frustration and impatience. "Babe, your mom just called. She terminated the contract I signed as the director of Nathalie's comeback movie as well as the Director of WRT Entertainment, I'm literally Fired. What's all this? Don't act childish, Camila. Talk to me."

A smirk tugged at the corners of Camila's lips as she revisited Charles's second message, now seeing through the façade he had attempted to construct. "All that you heard was simply part of the dialogues in the movie we are making. Don't think it's about us, babe. I was just explaining to Nathalie with an example," he had claimed.

Camila's eyes narrowed, disbelief mingling with a sense of vindication. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place as she recalled the events of that fateful day. She had overheard the conversation, the words exchanged between Charles and Nathalie, their whispered confessions and secret rendezvous. It was undeniable; the truth had been laid bare before her, spoken directly from the horse's mouth.

"What a big lie," Camila uttered.

***** FLASHBACK*******

On that fateful day, filled with anticipation and excitement, Camila arrived at Charles' apartment, clutching the 10 million dollar wristwatch she had purchased for him as a surprise gift for their third anniversary. With trembling hands, she entered Charles' password and quietly slipped into his room, intending to wait for him in the bedroom until he returned from work.

Moments later, as Camila strained her ears to catch any sounds, she detected the distinct rhythm of the door's password being entered, she thought of the perfect place to hide and decided to conceal herself in the depths of Charles' wardrobe, her heart raced with a mix of nervousness and eagerness.

Hearing footsteps walking towards the bedroom Camila's curiosity peaked, she was about to emerge from her hiding spot to surprise Charles when another voice reached her ears. It was unmistakably Nathalie's—her best friend. A wave of shock and confusion washed over Camila, freezing her in place. She hesitated, her mind grappling with the unexpected presence of Nathalie and the implications it held.

Driven by a combination of disbelief and a nagging intuition, Camila remained hidden, resisting the urge to confront the situation head-on. From her concealed vantage point, she strained to listen as Nathalie and Charles engaged in conversation.

In the midst of their secret rendezvous, Nathalie divulged to Charles that their plans were swiftly falling into place, citing Camila's deep infatuation with him as a catalyst. Charles, seizing the opportunity to share his sinister intentions, responded with calculated confidence. "Yes," he proclaimed, "once I propose to and marry Camila, I'll orchestrate the perfect scheme to have her unknowingly sign a movie contract. Hidden within the documents will be a transfer of property ownership, effectively stripping her of her inheritance. Once that's done, I'll proceed to marry you, Nathalie, as my second wife after all Camila hates being In a relationship where a man has two wives then she can go to hell and we would enjoy the inheritance to ourselves."

As their conversation echoed through the room, Camila's world crumbled around her. The shocking revelation tore at her heart, leaving her breathless and paralyzed in disbelief. She had always believed in Charles' love for her, never suspecting the treachery that lurked beneath his charming facade.

From the confines of her hiding place, Camila listened helplessly as Nathalie's delighted laughter mingled with Charles' mischievous chuckles. Their brazen display of affection, punctuated by a passionate kiss, only intensified Camila's anguish. Tears welled up in her eyes as she grappled with the realization that the man she adored had betrayed her in the cruelest of ways. The weight of betrayal settled heavily upon her shoulders, threatening to crush the innocence she had once held dear.

As Camila listened to Charles' vile confession, her heart sank further into despair. The realization struck her with a force she could no longer ignore, everything had been meticulously planned and masterfully faked. The love and care they had shown her were nothing more than a cruel facade, skillfully crafted to deceive and manipulate her. And Nathalie, the trusted confidante she had cherished like a sister, had merely been drawn to her for the sake of her father's wealth.

" I missed your Dick," Nathalie said softly with her flirting voice.

" I missed you more babe, your soft skin, alluring V spot I couldn't stop thinking of you"

Immediately their hot wild sex hit off as groans and sexual cries from both Nathalie and Charles filled the room as two bodies smacked each other.

In a moment of sheer agony, Camila's grip tightened on the clothes within the wardrobe, her knuckles turning white. The sounds from Their wild sex and the pain of betrayal coursed through her veins, threatening to consume her. With trembling steps, she emerged from her hiding place, confronting Charles and Nathalie with her shattered spirit. The sight of their naked bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace only amplified her anguish.

Camila's eyes, filled with a mixture of disbelief and heartbreak, locked onto the scene before her. She absorbed every agonizing detail, the moans and explicit words that stained the air, piercing her wounded soul. The weight of the truth bore down upon her as she struggled to comprehend the magnitude of their deceit.

In that agonizing moment, Camila's pain morphed into a determination she had never known before. Without uttering a word, she cast one final gaze upon the harrowing tableau, etching the image deep into her memory. The searing pain in her chest propelled her forward, pushing her to flee from the scene of her shattered dreams.

As Camila sprinted away from the room, her heart pounding, Charles instinctively lunged after her. But his pursuit was abruptly halted at the threshold of his own door, a stark reminder of his own vulnerability. Naked and exposed.

*************

Camila gazed into her whiskey glass, the amber liquid swirling gently as she swirled her thoughts. "Enough of it," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the lively chatter of the bar. She had been dwelling on Charles and Nathalie for three long days, but now it was time to let go and embrace the present. She had come to America in search of much-needed space, and as the old saying goes, a man to get over a man she needed that as well a Rebound guy.

Taking a deep breath, Camila surveyed her surroundings, her eyes scanning the room for potential company. The dimly lit bar was filled with laughter and animated conversations, but most of the men seemed to be engaged with someone already. She couldn't help but let out a sigh of disappointment, her gaze returning to her whiskey.

The soft glow of the bar lights caressed Camila's flawless white skin, enhancing her ethereal beauty. Her body seemed to possess a sculpted elegance, her curves accentuated by the way she sat at the bar. Her hair cascaded in dark waves, framing her face like a halo, while her lips held a subtle hint of a smile, inviting yet enigmatic.

As if on cue, a smooth voice interrupted her thoughts. "Is this seat taken?" a man asked, a hint of curiosity in his tone. Camila looked up, meeting the gaze of a ma…n.

Camila's eyes widened as she looked up, her gaze meeting the curious eyes of a short man with a big pot belly. She was momentarily taken aback, speechless, and unsure of how to respond to his unexpected approach. "Um... I'm Alexander Ford," he introduced himself, his voice carrying a hint of self-assurance. Camila remained silent, her mind racing with thoughts.

Despite her lack of interest, the man persisted, asking Camila out on a date. Her anxiety heightened, and she could feel her patience wearing thin. Desperate to escape his relentless pursuit, she glanced around the bar, searching for an excuse. Her glass of whiskey empty, she decided to use her imaginary boyfriend as a shield, claiming he was somewhere nearby.

"I'm sorry, but my boyfriend is actually here," Camila finally replied, her voice tinged with unease. She hoped her response would deter the persistent man, but to her dismay, he seemed undeterred. He inquired about her boyfriend's whereabouts, intensifying her discomfort.

Feeling trapped, Camila's gaze darted around the room, seeking an exit. And then, like a beacon of hope, she spotted the back of a tall, impeccably built man. His confident strides and alluring aura resonated with her personal tastes. Without a second thought, she made a bold decision. Determined to escape the clutches of Alexander Ford, she mustered all her courage and walked purposefully toward the stranger.

However, fate had other plans in store for Camila. As she closed the distance, her excitement mingled with nervousness, causing her steps to falter. Her body began to lean precariously, threatening to send her crashing to the ground. But just before disaster struck, a strong arm shot out, wrapping around her waist in a protective embrace.