39. Storytelling Skills.

Elena.

Days had passed since I returned back into the Ferrari Pack’s abode, much to my self guilt. I was seated with Camila in her room while the kids get tutored by Sofia in their lecture room and this has been some sort of ritual for Camila and I since I returned.

Right now, she was talking so sensually about some sex she recently had with her ex, one who I know nothing about of course and I listened to her so attentively because her story telling skills was second to none, really.

“I am telling you that when the door closed, every pretence between us fell instantly. The facade we were showing the world and ourselves melted away and all we wanted was to fuck each other's brains out. Every kiss had a raw intensity as we breath fast and our heart rated faster. Then before I know how it happened, we were naked and our skin was moving softly together, like the finest of silk.

Girl, I felt his hand enter from below and it started moving fast, our tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he was inside, inside me and changing my breathing with every thrust, I could hear my own moans as they timed to his body. Then all at once he stopped and kissed from my breasts to my stomach, his hands was light; then he was licking and using his fingers all at once whilst watching my reaction and feeling how my legs move, watching my body writhe.

He told me that he was going to make me beg for it and I just let out a moan, unable to articulate a response. In seconds, he was on me again, fucking me harder, just long enough to intoxicate my mind before stopping again.”

She took a brief stop as if trying to reminisce the moment and put it in perfect words, then continued, “I breathe deep. In. Out. Within a split second, I was there again, it was like I never left. Time was forgotten. The side of his thighs were pressed against mine. Elena, he was sure of himself, he always think that he is in control and I always surrender completely. I mean, of course I would surrender, I have wanted this for so long now, craved his human flesh, his tongue tasting my breath.

We were both caught up in the moment, it was like we never left each other. I felt for him, he reached for my breasts, pulled me up, we twisted and turned and it started all over again like a cycle. I sensed everything, this immense magnetic field between us. Electricity. But does he? He is still in denial. Bastard. Does he still regret it unlike me? Does he even miss me or was our encounter another sex without any meaning? He annoys me so much, Elena! I love him so much but he thinks as a pack, we should not be doing this! Ugh!” She finally says conclusively.

Picking one of the numerous key points that caught my interest, I asked, “Hes in this pack? So he’s not just a werewolf too?”

“Yes, babe. He... he’s not in love with me though, he calls this a casual fling. I mean who calls this kind of strong feeling between us a casual fling, who if not that annoying man!” She said, looking dejected.

It was very easy to know that she was very smitten about whoever this man was. Very.

Taking a moment to glance at the TV in her room which was playing a movie she had picked again, I literally had to fight the urge to scream as I was caught off guard by what met my eyes on the screen.

I watched a girl butcher the man beneath her on the bed. She did it without remorse and got off him with a satisfied look afterwards. I almost puked at the sight of blood everywhere even though it was just a movie. How Camila was always so comfortable watching horror movies without flinching makes me sometimes conclude that she was a witch and not the innocent beautiful friend I know.

"Camila, please, before we continue about your great sex life, can you just change this to some beautiful romcom or something? Why would anyone fancy watching people murder each other so gruesomely?" I let out while she huffed.

"I'm not going to watch two stupid people say the fakest and cheesiest shits about love to one another. I'd rather watch baby rhymes." Camila said as she went back to focus on the movie, forgetting all about her unfinished gist about her love life.

“Oh, I wanted to even let you know that we are going to a party this weekend-” She started as I immediately interrupted.

“I am sorry, Camila but I will just have to pass yet again, I’m sorry.” I apologized while she simply rolled her eyes.

“You literally go nowhere, Elena! At least anywhere else except this house, the kids’ schools and maybe the park which is once in a while. That is so unhealthy, do you not want to catch the attention of a pretty man and get indulged in lovey dovey things?” She asked as she wiggled her eyebrows, causing me to chuckle.

“I do not want any lovey dovey stuffs, Camila.” I said in a sad tone. I can’t afford it, I can not misuse this new life that has been bestowed upon me by the moon goddess and simply get myself dragged back into the hell I had managed to escape from all because I wanted to shake my butt and get a man.

Salvatore is out there, he is probably looking for me in every crook and cranny, he’s simply waiting to get me in his grasp again and once he does, it will probably be my death because he is sure to break all that is left of me. I can not overdo this, I just can’t.

“You are going this time and that’s it, no excuses because it’s a mask party so whatever or whoever it is that you are hiding from can’t recognize you, I will make absolute sure of that, just trust me. So are you in?”

“You say that like you are giving me a choice here or something, if I say no, will you leave it be?”

“Of course not!” She replied while I shook my head playfully.

A knock suddenly sounded on the door and the last person I expected to see walked into the room like he was expecting perfect order after Camila told whoever it was to come in.

Luca.

He wasn't tweedy or one of the men in jeans and t-shirts that I felt would be camila’s type of men. He had none of the thirty year old spread that he could have had at his age. He was dressed in a classic grey suit with a golden tie over a pressed white shirt. Quite impossibly he dressed better than the alpha, but somehow he belonged in those clothes with his close cropped hair and neat goatee of silver-flecked brown. From the glow of his skin he could have stepped right off a plane from the Caribbean. When he spoke, much to the surprise us, we both fell silent.

“I need to speak to you, Camila.” He said refusing to get his gaze away from me.

I have always felt like that man just did not like me.

Camila excused herself and walked out of the room with her arms on his wrist and some emotions hanging around her that I had seen when she was narrating those stories about her ex.

So I put one and two together and it instantly clicked.

Luca is the Ex.