Business (Kamilah Sayeed & MC)
Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3
Book: Bloodbound (property of Pixelberry Studios)
Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed & MC: Amy (I do not own those characters, they’re the property of Pixelberry Studios as well)
Warnings: angst, strong language, illustrative descriptions of situations full of violence and brutality, might cause distress
Rating: Mature
Author’s note: I’m not a native English speaker, I’m sorry for any mistakes (feel free to correct me).
It’s been a month or so since I’ve posted the previous chapter. From what I remember, we’ve ended the last part on Kamilah and Amy having an intimate moment. At one point, the girl got second thoughts and left Kamilah’s penthouse.
So, here we are, in chapter 4th, right after the situation. I hope you’ll enjoy the continuation of the story 💕
Also, I’d like to thank Anons that have been asking me about the fic, and @saratustra4 for asking me about the next chapter 💕 For some reason, it helped me come back to the writing. Also, if I fail my study because of that, I know who to blame hahah *kidding* 😂😂
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Chapter 4
“Fuck…”
Harsh tone flew all the way to smooth surface of the car window, hitting it hard, only to bounce off the reflection of green eyes trapped inside.
Amy brushed stubborn hair away from her blushing face. Blonde strands left marks behind as if they had burned her skin permanently. Her lips were red and hot after the kiss she had shared only a few moments before.
The kiss to which she agreed so foolishly.
What were you thinking, she cursed herself in thoughts, letting anger rage inside her veins. She was slowly losing control over her body as a small spark dared to shine inside her irises.
The girl closed her eyes, leaning against something that felt like a block of ice, rather than her car. Coldness reached nerves under her skin, easing the tension, helping collect thoughts on what she should do next.
Because it didn’t seem like fate was on her side that day. Amy forgot to grab her purse from the dresser at Kamilah’s penthouse, so she didn’t have keys to her car and phone to call for a lift.
But most of all,
she had no courage to come back and face the woman.
What if she suspected anything? Question screamed inside her mind, forcing her to move away from the car. Fear pulled her closer into the embrace of a much greater danger, fooling her judgement.
It tricked her mind enough to make her forget about the threat waiting in the darkness.
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