Not everything that glistens is gold, didn't your mother tell you that growing up?✨
Born with a nothing short of a gold spoon in her mouth as the heir to one of the richest Dynasties in Jamaica, the young Ms.Carter has life set out for her. From her...
So I'm lashing out in an effort to deflect...but it's only pissing him off more.
I hiss my teeth and look to the side, his grip on my neck tightens. I whimper at the feeling and push him.
He furrows his eyebrows, "Answer my question, Where did you go Camilla?" He questions me, his voice aggressive.
I feel my eyes fill with tears as emotions overwhelm me.
Jordan's words from this morning playing in my head. His actions too..
I felt him release in me and I've yet to take a pill..he told me not to.
And a part of me wants to listen to him.
"I went to the bathroom at the club because I was nauseous from drinking, okay! And never feel good last night so I went to bed early! Lucas you a hurt me!" I grab onto his arm that's clamped around my neck. He stares into my teary eyes, I let them fall to persuade him to let me go and believe me.
Manipulative.
He sighs and moves his hand, I push him and let my tears flow.
"Camilla." I cut my eyes and walk out of the bedroom.
My heart feeling heavy with emotions, i find myself downstairs. Just crying into the throw pillows on the couch.
Not because of what happened upstairs but because of the confusion I'm feeling in my heart.
I love them both...wah me ago do?
I've known and loved Jordan longer but Lucas helped to heal a heart he didn't break.
I feel his hand rub my shoulder and shrug it off feeling guilty.
I don't deserve him.
"Bebe.."
He sighs, "Cariño, lo siento... te amo" Baby, I'm sorry...I love you.
I don't respond, his arms go under me. I groan feeling him lift me onto his lap,
"Lucas." My voice breaks, my guilt eating me alive.
He kisses my neck gently, "I'm sorry for getting so angry Bebe, I just heard something and it pissed me off. Forgive me." He lifts my chin, I stare into his eyes and it makes me want to cry even more.
Am I really going to hurt this sweet man?
He looks concerned, "Baby I didn't know you were so sensitive ." I sniffle and hold his cheek.
Am I making the right decision? The guilt of my actions starts to weigh me down.
I kiss his lips several times. The same lips you had on Jordan's di- I ignore my subconscious.
"I love you, I'm sorry too." My voice comes out so soft I doubt he heard. He rubs my back, I sigh.
What the hell will I do?
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