SCOTTA whole week with Maya in the same space and alone?Cheers to a lifetime of fresh mistakes.This felt like a trap right from the moment I read the details of our travel in the email she sent me. I would have protested if not for the “media” clause she referred to.It all feels like they – Maya and my dad – are both trying to cage me under their wings by bringing up my mistakes and finding solutions to them that I have no say in.Left to me, I would have stayed in my usual hotel suite.It is even more conducive and yeah, it feels like home too.Somewhere in my heart I know the real reason why I want to be there – it is closer to Camille, and the chances of our paths crossing while I am there is higher than this place.But then it won't make any sense to be in New York with my bride to be and not be in one of her family's large network of hotels – an extension of their fashion empire.The good thing is being here does not stop me from going to all the good places. Las Vegas sounds
CAMILLESo he is the lucky man Miss Thompson is doing lingerie and sex toys shopping for.I wouldn't say I was surprised, the guy already proved the kind of man he is – the kind who only finds pleasure in fucking women.Being in the same room with him again made me feel conscious.And it didn't help that I could feel his gaze on my back, watching each step I took.I know for sure where his eyes will be settled on.It felt so good to see him again, yet so annoying as well – and jealous.Here he is in New York again, with another woman. One who is more successful and prettier than I am – I must admit.I guess I was just one his temporary pass in the absence of someone better, something I will never let myself be again.It took me a while to locate the bedroom, I dropped the sheets in the closet and the shopping bags on the bed.At least now I understand why two people who just got to the hotel will be requesting for new sheets, and I can't help but feel a little bit of jealousy at the f
SCOTT.The intercom beeped again and I wondered what she had forgotten.Or is she just coming back to apologize too?To be fair I am not the only person who messed up, somewhere along the line she seemed to have forgotten that she also never told me she was married. Don't I have the right to be mad too?Why do I have to take all the blame now? Fuck her and fuck what she thinks of me. Maybe I am better off without her by the way.Then when do I feel this pain all over again instead of the peace that should come with finally letting go?No ring came before the elevator doors slid open.It was not her.'Hey, you look like you were expecting someone else'.I really was, but now you are here.'Are you okay?' She stepped towards me and looked at me with concern, and all I could see in the eyes that looked back at me at that moment was Lucille.This time I wasn't hallucinating, I was sure it was Maya standing in front of me, but I let myself think of Lucille while I stared back at her.Why d
CAMILLEIt was 7:22 pm and I could not sleep.Not after today?I never thought I would see him again, even come so close to him. All my fantasies about him had ended in my mind and in the endless reels of pleasure it gave me almost every night.Yet, After all this time I finally see him again and he is with another woman who he dares try to lie to me about.Who does he think I am?He must really consider me to be a fool who has no idea what business and pleasure means.What were you thinking Camille? That he will keep chasing you? Remain faithful to you like you are not already married to another man?So stupid of me to harbor the flicker of hope that the times we spent together must have meant something to him – the way he looked at me back then like I was all that mattered to him-, hope that he will come around and apologize for the pain he caused me.But then he is just a playboy, a guy who fucked his own cousin's wife. What other good did I expect to come off him?I don't exactly
SCOTTThis is the first time Maya is actually avoiding me.Strange but true.And it says a lot about how far I have gone to mess everything around me up – I guess it's in my DNA.Worst thing is that I have nothing to say to make things right, but nothing I would say would make sense or make her feel any better.I had thought I could start something with her when she returned to the room, create a spark somehow and build something significant with her, leave my pass behind me and accept her for what she sees me for, but i couldn't. I was so stuck up on the memory of someone else.She had assumed that her only rival was Lucille. I can only imagine how she feels now after finding out that all this time she was trying to replace her sister. Meanwhile I was already groveling in the memories of another.If she is disappointed or mad at me, she wouldn't say,but I know it is either one of the two, maybe even ashamed of me too. It might also be that she is even tired of my games.I don't blam
CAMILLEI woke up to bright lights and a beeping noise.James.Is he alright? When did I get here?I tried to get up but soft firm hands held me down and a gentle voice assured me that I was fine.I tried to pretend that I actually do believe her, meanwhile I wondered what had brought me here in the first place.Why am I the one in the hospital bed instead of James?Oh no! I remember the blood, the woman in the white dress, the noises...My baby.I sprang up immediately, shrugging off the firmer hand that tried to pull me back to the bed – not this time.'My baby, is my baby alive?' I asked everyone in the room who my eyes met, looking for someone who would be sincere to tell me what happened to my child. I didn't care who the boss was at that moment.'You are in safe hands Mrs Parker, and so is your child' a doctor replied and handed the files in his hands to a nurse beside him. My mind seemed to be at ease by his assurance and I laid back on the bed.'You just need to rest for a wh
SCOTTI haven't seen her in a while...Since the last time we met in the suite.I was worried at first that she might have resigned or that Maya figured out about her and fired her, but then I stopped thinking about it, remembering my promise to Maya when she finally confronted me about the whole situation.It was a day before she was to introduce me to her business associates, we were having dinner in the restaurant downstairs like a normal couple when she finally brought it up, causing me to choke on my drink with the suddenness.'What?' I asked,trying to lower my voice and act normal in the midst of everyone walking around or sitting close by.'You heard me right, Scott, when were you going to tell me you were already fucking another woman' She looked so relaxed as she asked the question, resting back in her chair with a magazine in one hand and a glass of sparkling wine in the other.I wondered if the drink was the secret to how well she guarded her emotions – or maybe there was r
CAMILLEI didn't know what exactly to tell my boss when I resumed my job three days later.Telling him I had almost suffered a miscarriage because I was overworking myself is the last option. I need this job for several reasons, but most especially to keep my mind occupied and away from the whole load that threatens to explode in there.I had already said I didn't have any kids and even though it hadn't come up, I know very well that I should have let them know during the interview about my state.I sat in the soft and very comfortable chair opposite him which on any other normal day I would have relaxed into, but now I drummed my fingers on my thighs while I waited for him.He was out in a very important meeting with new partners and I silently prayed that whatever the meeting was about, he would come out in a good mood.The last thing I need is an upset boss coming in to listen to my flimsy excuse about why I missed work for three whole days without impromptu notice and within just
CAMILLEJames wouldn't talk to me, and I understand.But going to stay in his family house with his mom? That is something I will never understand or be comfortable with.Next thing they will be serving me a divorce paper together.I wonder why they haven't done that yet, it's been a week since he moved out after our last fight and none of them has appeared to shame me over what I had done – it felt so unnatural. Something must definitely be wrong somewhere.Was he really at his moms? Or did the James I have known all my life surprisingly decide not to tell his family about the new development?Even with that, I am most certain that he will not last a whole week without his family forcing everything out of him, so it's either he wasn't there or there was no other explanation that could fit.I thought about calling him but I realized just how useless that would be, my calls had been going to voicemail since he left, hoping for a miracle now will only be a waste of time.I had to go ove
SCOTTJames actually came for business – unless I misunderstood his stoic expression and his serious looking appearance.He mentioned nothing about Camille and it was not until the meeting had ended, when Dad invited me to his study for a short meeting that I realized I had nothing to actually prove that I was actually present in the meeting.All through the exchange of pleasantries and good health, I had been focused on the worth, waiting to hear anything related to Camille, and paying little attention to whatever was discussed.No, absolutely not! This time it's not because of love but because I was ready to interrupt him in any way possible if he as much as dared bring up the matter of Camille and I.I couldn't risk him bringing up such a thing even in a small meeting of just seven people. The media will get wind of it somehow and in no time, and it will be the automatic business gossip.“LONDON'S YOUNGEST BACHELOR AND HEIR; LIAM SCOTT HAS JUST RECENTLY BEEN REPORTED TO BE IN A SEC
CAMILLE'How do you know Scott? Is he the father of-' his words trailed off and I wished he would just keep talking. At least to give me enough time to think of the right things to say to myself.But then I had to answer faster, I didn't want to give him any chance to believe what his mind was telling him at that instant.'No, no, Scott has nothing to do with this' His expression didn't give away anything he was thinking at that moment, it was as blank as a new text document, and I didn't know if he believed me or not.One thing that kept ringing in my head was the thought of how good James had always been in reading me like I was an open and comprehensible book. If he couldn't tell that I was lying at that point, then he must have definitely lost his power in the accident.'So how do you know Scott Camille?' I was a bit surprised that he would be more concerned about that than about the pregnancy, but who cares? As long as it bought me enough time.'He came to the hospital about a
SCOTTI have been grounded.Yeah. I am a grown ass adult who has to listen to his father's commands and rely on his fiance's suggestions because every time I make my own decisions everything goes wrong.The last reckless decision I made almost cost me my life, but not that anyone realizes that to be as important as the money the company would have lost, and now I have to stay in doors until the wedding which had already been signed and sealed.'You feeling okay?' I raised my head to see Maya standing by the door to my room, still in her nightgown and with a transparent bottle of milkshake in her hand – wasn't she lactose intolerant?'I am good' I replied, but my tone gave away my uneasiness and true feeling – terrible. 'I was just getting ready for my appointment''You are seeing your therapist again?' she asked, still standing by the door, but I didn't give a reply. It was none of her business by the way, and saving me countless times won't still get her in my good books.She walked
CAMILLEDoctor George showed up at our doorstep exactly a week after James was discharged from the hospital, and guess what I thought?What the heck?Don't get me wrong, I knew a time like this would come but I had always hoped that at that time, I would be ready and have an upper hand in the way everything unfolds. In this case, I have to be at his mercy, and I wished I had given up the “you need to recover” act I had been playing on James earlier, and confided in him instead.Now I just have to hope George doesn't bring up the issue of my pregnancy, especially since I have gone ahead to tell him James has knowledge of it.'Hello George, what an awesome surprise,' I hugged him and I allowed him to plant kisses on both sides of my cheeks. 'If I didn't know better I would say you are only here because of James,' I turned to James who stood behind me and added, 'Honey will you believe he hasn't visited since you got hospitalized?'We all laughed about it and nothing in both men's voices
CAMILLE A week had passed by and we were finally back home.And no day passed since then that I didn't recall the awkwardness of our meeting back in the hospital, standing there in front of his mom and sister who had suddenly resurfaced after several weeks of absence.I didn't even know how long they had been around for since I had also not been by his bedside for more than a week.I remember the look of disdain on their faces when I finally showed up, and I wondered who had cared to call them before calling me. I had ignored them and proceeded to hug James, mindful of how skinny and pale he looked and tried my best not to crush his bones.He looked so happy to see me, so excited to have me in his arms again, and I felt guilty.There I was thinking of a man and still deliberating if I should run back to him and take up his offer, his idea of love, while my husband still loved me and even in his unconsciousness couldn't wait to be with his wife again.He literally requested for me ev
SCOTTOnly Love could hurt this way.Only love could make you feel like your lungs are failing, while you watch the second woman in your life who makes life feel bearable walk away to go meet the man she thinks she deserved.I guess my luck with the genies has run its course by the way, or maybe they were just tired of fueling my desperation and unrealistic fantasies. I mean, I am definitely not the man for her; I have no experience, I do not rationally consider life and other general world rules like an adult would, and lastly I live in the moment.But her husband does.The only thing I could have done differently was make her moan loudly and combust with pleasure in my arms.I couldn't stand there any longer and just watch my second chance at profound happiness walk away into another man's arms – it was too painful – so I retreated into the shadows and walked back to the club, hoping that with the still fresh wound in my heart, I would be able to spot another woman who didn't have t
CAMILLEI don't know if what I feel for him is love too.But I am sure he must be really crazy to think that this will work out between us. What is he thinking? That I will just leave my family and forget principles and start a relationship with someone who is four to five years younger than I am? I do not care what the Parkers will think but what will everyone else think about me?His confession made me wonder if telling him about the pregnancy was a good idea after all. Telling him will only give him more reasons to come after me and try to fight for what can never be.But then I didn't want to lose him either – talk about eating my cake and having it. I just wished there was a way we could be a thing, but by the side. An idea that suddenly sounded to me after watching the movie of a lady, Emily, who visited Paris and shared its fascinating romance culture.But we are not French, and this is a critical situation.By the way it was so annoying bringing that up after awakening my bod
SCOTTShe looked perfect even from behind.I watched every step she took like I was under a spell while she led the way out of the club. I have reasons to believe that she had intentionally done that, and if I was right then she did a good job, because all my attention was focused on her at that moment.Heck! What moment has she not been my focus since we crossed part?She was dressed just like one of the hookers and although I wanted to worry about who she would have taken home with her if I wasn't there, I admired the spotless stretch of legs that were visible under the jean shot she wore. She looked so much like a woman my age.I am trying very hard to end this “thing” between us, this thing that is making me feel butterflies in my belly and crazy in my head. I had earlier been merely fanning the embers of hope that I will see her here, and irrespective of my former disappointment at seeing her here and wondering if she was here for the same reason for the same reason she came her