[the following morning]
Kamella woke up as early as possible. She entered a private bar that was located beside the pool. After sulking in her own worries, she decided to get this done. She bathed and changed into her black garments, with thin hands and transparent coverage. Her dress was at her knee, exposing her delicate skin. She released her long wavy hair and adorned herself with diamond necklaces and pearl earrings. She held a Chanel bag with grace as she descended the stairs.
[Samson's POV]
I woke up at the sound of the running tap. I checked the time only to find out that it was thirty minutes after two Camilla opened the bathroom door and the light shone into the room. I pretended to be asleep just to avoid her gloomy look. I squinted my eyes and stared at her as she dressed. She slowly left the room and the sound of a car engine was the last I heard from her.
[ Narrator's POV]
Camela's driver opened the door to her RV and she slipped in. She gave the address to the driver and put on her headset. After twenty minutes, she arrived in front of the consort's villa where Lincoln stayed. She got down from her car and walked towards the main gate. Before she could ring the bell, the door opened and a maid welcomed her. Where is Lincoln? She asked authoritatively. Camela, I can see you are starving to have me. Now don't worry. Your hunger will be satisfied soon. Why don't you have a drink with me? Enough already. Let's get this done. I have a lot of stuff to cover today. Go home, Camela. I'm not ready. Don't be like that, Lincoln. According to World Health Organization, morning sex is good for the human body. And like you said, I'm starving to have you, Kamela said with a tone full of seduction. But deep down in her heart, she was disgusted. Lincoln couldn't resist any longer, so he dashed at Camela and carried her to his room. Camela was brave at first, but she lost her determination when she saw the nakedness of Lincoln. Fear took the better part of her and she begged for mercy. But all her pleas were wasted in the night as Lincoln tore her dress.