5: A Taste Of You

Camilla Justin stepped in, trying to defuse the situation. "Come on, Camilla. Maybe we can just move to a quieter spot." "No, I want to talk to him directly," I said, my frustration spilling over. "I’m tired of everyone acting like my needs don’t matter." Link leaned over the DJ booth, looking downright annoyed. "You know, we’ve got a lot of people here who want to enjoy themselves. Maybe you should take your problems somewhere else if you can’t handle it." "Really?" I snapped, feeling my cheeks flush with anger. "Is that how you treat your patrons? It’s not like I’m asking for the music to stop entirely. I just want to have a conversation." Justin put a hand on my shoulder. "Camilla, it’s not worth it. Let's just go somewhere else." "No, I’m done with this,” I said, shaking my head. “If he can’t even make a small adjustment, then maybe this place isn’t worth it." Link just shrugged again, clearly unbothered. “Suit yourself.” I turned on my heel and headed away from the DJ booth, feeling the sting of his dismissive attitude. Justin followed me, trying to calm me down. "Hey, let’s not let this ruin our night. We can find a quieter spot or just hang out somewhere else." “I guess you’re right. I’m just so fed up with everything right now. I don’t even know why I let this stuff get to me.” "Everyone has their breaking points. Just chill, alright?” "Okay," I replied after suspiring. "Now, back to what I was telling you. Me and this girl had a huge argument until she finally said it was over. Honestly, I loved her so much, I didn't want to let go. But she never loved me, and I had no idea why she was playing with me. She could have just came clean, and who knows? We might be able to fix the issue. I know you must be thinking right now: Why am I telling you this?," Justin said and continued. "You see, I can relate to your situation right now. We had our relationships, there was love at first, but everything just came crashing down. Changed all of a sudden, and it left us wondering why." I exhaled deeply. "You're right about that. I keep on wondering why Shawn would just changed his attitude towards me. He always told me he loved me and he made me smile all the time, but how? I mean how?" "It's okay." Justin fixed his hand on my shoulder. "Sometimes, we can't understand a damn thing. We just got to let go and move on." "Yeah, that's why I'm getting a divorce." "You said what now?" He asked immediately, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, I'm getting a divorce. I can't continue to be Shawn's wife if the marriage isn't working." "Are you sure about that?" "Why are you asking? You don't think it's right?" "No, no, I'm just surprised," he answered. "You guys have been together for three years now, so it just had me a little bit... shocked. But don't think too much about what I said." "I can't stand that scumbag anymore. Can you believe he's going out with this woman now?" "Who? Ariana Levin?" Justin asked, raising an eyebrow. "Oh so you know about it." "Yeah, who wouldn't? She's famous, and hot," he said, smiling and I shot him a cold stare. "But she can never be hot as you," he told me, but I knew he was just saying that to change the expression on my face. "Oh shut up!" I vocalized, a little bit loud. Ariana Levin, she's hot, she's wonderful, she's this, she's that. Bla bla bla. I'm done with you all showering praises at that woman." "Shh, you don't want anyone hearing you," Justin whispered, moving his face closer. I raised my hand as if I wanted to slap him, and he moved back. "Were you seriously going to do that?" He asked, looking at my hand. "Yeah, If you kept on talking shit at my face." "Just calm down, okay? I'm just telling you the truth around here. Everyone likes her." "Can you please stop mentioning her name?" I gave him a plastic smile. He shrugged. "Okay, if you say so." "Shawn can go out with whoever he wants, that's none of my business. Tomorrow, I'm going to get those papers ready." "Wow, you sound really serious." "Yes, I've had enough already. I had to put up with that man for three years, Justin. Three good years. Do you have any idea how hard it was?" "I totally do." "I'm putting an end to this nonsense and no one can stop me." "Hold on a minute, Camilla," Justin said and let out a deep sigh. "So you're telling me now that in these three years, he never touched you. Like you both never had... you know what I mean." "As painful as it is, yes. We never had sex" "Oh god, that's fucked up," Justin uttered straightaway. "Why are you asking anyway?" I quizzed him in curiosity. "Nothing actually," he replied, scratching the back of his head. "I'm just wondering how a beautiful woman like you could be in all that stuff." "Oh really?" I raised an eyebrow. "Yes, like come on, let's be real with ourselves. You got those curves, that lovely ass, beautiful face, you deserve to be touched. I'm being for real here, a lot of men would did to get a taste of you. Why were you even wasting your time with that idiot?" I chuckled. "I know what you're trying to do." He looked at me for a brief moment before he widened his eyes immediately, as I kept on smiling at him. "Oh, no, it's not what you...." I cut him off, smacking my lips against his, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He was hesitant at first, but his hands went to my waist and I could feel them on my backside while we continued kissing. I took my lips off his, smiling at him. "Wow, that was.... amazing," he said, trying to catch his breath, as he couldn't believe what had just happened. "Your lips are, oh my, I don't even know what to say." "You want to go to my house?" I grinned at him. "That's Shawn's house too if I'm not mistaken." I laughed a little bit, shaking my head. "Yes, but he's not home. And don't worry about anything, I don't give a damn about that man anymore." "Ohh, I see." "Don't tell me you're scared." I raised my brows, looking fixedly at Justin, still wrapping my arms around his neck. "Scared? Why would I be scared?" He responded, grabbing my ass. "Then what are we waiting for? My car is outside," I told him seductively. "You're sure you want to do this?" Justin asked, looking into my eyes as he continued to move his hand around my bum cheeks.  "Do you want to fuck me?" I asked him in response to his question. "Yes," he replied, almost in a whisper. "Yes I want to. I want to taste every bit of you." "Good, cause I'm so fucking wet right now," I said underneath my breath, moving his hand to my crotch. "Let's just go." I held his hand and we were about to walk away when we heard a lady's voice. "Justin, where are you going to?"