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2021-10-06 22:37:10Cameron's
Once I get inside my room, I bolted the door behind me and sat on the edge of the bed, and outside I can hear a harsh loud knocking and Alejandro’s voice through the door. I was too angry to give a damn that he’d own the house; I don’t give a damn if he will destroy my bedroom door. Everything was fine, really fine, even though I don’t know what to call it. And now, whatever it was, I wanted out
It was already enough that Alejandro had humiliated me with our past that was hanging on the edges and now that brainless airhead woman is piling on as well?
Damn! Fuck them all! They could go all to hell.
I drastically looked at my door when it flew open, revealing a livid Alejandro. Yeah, well, he wasn’t the only one, and I wasn’t backing down.
I got on my feet and faced him head-on.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Cameron? This is extremely not like you. What do you think you could accomplish by avoiding me? Ignori
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"I'm sorry," his voice was thick with regret and it was full of emotions while his hands were gently caressing my hair. "You have to know that Emma is one of my business partners and she's the one only who agreed on my uncle's crazy idea and their sole reason was to cause trouble between us." I went still after I heard what he said. I know his uncle. And he doesn't like me anyway no more questions to ask. But I want to break free of this conversation, and we who keep on pulling some punches. Words are the deadliest weapon a human had invented. "Are you ready to admit that your uncle hates me and would do anything to get rid of me? If you didn't talk to Emma about us, then who the hell did you think did?" "I know," he whispered, "and I'll be honest with you. Emma was the one who gave your pictures with my brother. Back then, it clouded my mind with anger. Who wouldn't the woman you love betrayed you? It was beyond painful, Cameron. And after I put you
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The admission was blunt, so plain and painfully laid out. Almost as if he wasn’t happy with the truth of the words, but said them all the same. And he stared at me. His discomfort radiates and I can see it in his eyes. I started back, baffled and unable to form a single word to his declaration. Cause’ I need to think it through and weigh everything. He didn’t love me. He didn’t trust me. He easily believed the absolute worse about me. And he is willing and easy to accept that my child is his just like that, but in his mind, I slept with someone. But... he wanted to marry me. I can’t help to laugh. It was a hysterical, shrill, unpleasant sound. Alejandro’s eyes narrowed. “That wasn’t exactly the response that I was expecting for.” My eyes widened. “What? Was that a proposal?” I can’t help to swallow the laughter cause this time he was wearing an extremely dark, agitated look. He gripped th
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“Will you sleep with me tonight, Cameron?” My eyes widened, and my heart was about to explode. What is happening to him? “Fuck!” Alejandro cursed. “That came out completely wrong. What I mean is. Actually, sleep, sleep. Just sleeping together in a same bed. I’d like to hold you again. Nothing more, nothing less. Just allow me to hold you again.” The idea of lying in his arms, that I can snuggle into his body and tangling my legs with his… It was so interesting that I suddenly wanted it more than my next breath. I took a deep breath and nodded. Just sleeping no monkey business. He reached over, took my hand and he simply hold it, our fingers entwined tightly. And he leaned back and positioned himself up on his elbow at an angle and then pulled me so I could rest against his chest. We remained that way until some workers came out to light the torches along the beach as dusk deepened and the stars began to pop in the sky.
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That didn’t sound like the Alejandro I knew. He was the kind of man who always planned everything to the nth degree. He had schedules, lists, planners, calendars. Alejandro not only worried about tomorrow, but the next year as well. Alejandro led me into his bedroom and motioned me to get into his bed. He hung back, maybe out of deference to me, with obvious unease. I took a deep breath, and I crawled beneath the covers and turned so I’d face away from him when he got in. The bed dipped behind me, and I felt his warmth as soon as he slid beneath the covers. Alejandro moved about for a few seconds and then the next thing I knew, I can feel his breath against my back. Alejandro wrapped one arm over
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I can't help to close my eyes. My fingers curled into a tight ball, gathering the sheets and then releasing them once more as my body flew in about a dozen directions. It was intense. It was wonderful. It was beautiful. Something inside of me shattered—or it felt like it. Wave after wave of sharp pleasure rolled over me with rigid intensity. I was panting softly, my breath squeezing from my lungs that feeling when you're robbed of air. My hips lifted rhythmically off the mattress as he nuzzled me down from my orgasm. When I gathered my senses and looked down, he was staring at me, satisfaction burning brightly in his gold eyes. There was a fierceness there that made me shiver as if he was sending a silent message. You are mine. Both his hands cupped underneath my legs, and then he raised himself up. He pushed back enough that it completely exposed me to him and then reached between them to position himself at my opening. I gasp
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Her smile. Her brilliant smile and I felt a raging emotion that run all the way to my soul. Her eyes lit up and sparkled and I felt as if it had handed me the world in the palm of her hand. Damn! If that was all it took to make her smile like that, I’d gladly tell her every hour, every minute, and every single day how gorgeous she was. Cause’ she is. Cameron reached for my hands, laced her fingers in mine, and then used my hands for leverage as she raised her hips just enough so I could easily slide through her sweetness all over again. I’m lost in my breath again and I can’t help to escape a long hiss and then she slid down, and I feel the heat inside of me all over again. “Damn, woman, you really driving me crazy,” I muttered. Cameron smiled, clearly satisfied with my admission. And I savored the feel of her much smaller hands engulfed by my own. And we held on tightly as she began a slow, rhythmic ride. Our gaze lock
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Cameron’s “She doesn’t know how to give up, does she?” I murmured as I watched Emma approach our table, unfortunately again. And this time I won’t let her ruin my date night with Alejandro. Once is enough I'm not stupid if I let her insult me again. Alejandro looked up and I can see that he can’t help to heave a sigh, and I am extremely irritated right now. Why Emma always interrupts us. I didn’t know that she has always a free time pestering us. I believe this is our first time spending together us a lover that’s why I want us to be alone. After a morning and most of the afternoon in bed, Alejandro and I decided that we had to venture out for our dinner and now Emma is here, circling like a hawk waiting for her prey and I won’t her get what she wants. I also have a claw, but I know where to use it. I wisely choose my battle. I wasn’t jealous. Honestly, Emma wasn’t Alejandro’s type of woman, though I supposed his type could have changed
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