CAMILLEThis man is set to undo me, and I am letting him.I do not even have enough time to decipher the meaning of that look before he crushes his lips to mine in a whirl of passion.He throws every gentleman and nice guy's behavior in the wind as he seizes my lips, tasting and sucking, seeking and dominating, biting and crushing.And I let him, I welcome him with a willing mouth.In a quick sweep I am in his arms with my legs wrapped around his waist, and he is leading me to a place I do not want to know.Right now I do not mind who he is or what he plans to do to me. I have willed myself completely to him.I had long waited for this moment without knowing it, and once my back meets the soft sofa I had earlier vacated, I waste no time running my hands down to the hollow of his abdomen, and he groans into my mouth.'You can't wait, can you miss Parker?''Not when you call my name like that' I say between raspy breathing.'What do you want me to call you? Camille?' presses his bulge i
SCOTTThis feels good.This is the best I have felt in a long time, and the way she gives me absolute control and claims me as well? Amazing.Our skin is wet with sweat, and it is only then we realize how hot the atmosphere is without the ac on.She seems to read my thoughts then and we laugh together.Our synced laughter creates a melody I want to remember all my life.I pull out of her and kiss her forehead before tucking myself in and going off to turn on the air conditioner.I notice how she closes her legs when I get up and wrap her arms around her tummy, and if I hadn't just witnessed her screaming my name again and again, I would say she is shy to expose herself to me that way.Instead of returning the courtesy of calling her own name or shutting up altogether, I called someone else's name.What sort of a douche-bag does that?Luckily, she thinks I had forgotten her name and even corrected me.Who am I to tell her there is really a Lucille?it is better the idea of me forgettin
CAMILLE.I wish she would just see things as they are.She wouldn't tell me about the bruises around her eyes which her heavy makeup does not hide at all, but I know he has been hitting her.This isn't the first time, but only once had she come clean to tell me about it, adding that it was a mistake and it was all her fault.I sit silently with her while I wait for the nurses to attend to James and excuse us, and I weigh my thoughts and ponder on the best way to approach this without making her feel more terrible than she already feels.I sit Emma on my legs and coo her to sleep. Her tiny hands are wrapped around mine so tightly until I start to feel it loosen slowly.How do we tell your mama that she has to suck it up and choose to live for you and your brother? My mind whispers as I coo, wishing that the little baby will telepathically give me an answer, give every one of us an answer to our fucked up situations.'What are you going to do now?' I ask minutes after the nurses have le
CAMILLEI have a new problem on my hands.It might not be such a huge problem if my brain will just stop overworking itself at any comment anyone makes.But this is not just any comment is it?No it's not, it's much more.I try to forget about my brief meeting with Doctor George after my antenatal earlier in the day while sorting out the perfect dress to wear, but something about the way he closed the discussion with a worried look on his face made me think something was up.Medical practitioners are known to hide emotions so well that no one can tell if they are delivering a good news or a bad one, and George has been that kind of doctor for the past nine years since James and I started seeing him.Until today.He had been out of town since the accident until just last week, so he did not know about my pregnancy until this afternoon when my files were submitted to him.I recall the look of surprise and curiosity on his face as I sat opposite him in his office while he went through th
SCOTTI have never seen anyone dress up so posh just to go shopping.And I love it.Everything about how she's dressed makes me feel damn special.She took her time to look good for me, and something about that makes my blood warm with desire.She is wearing a black loose jumpsuit that is only fitted around her ass, with those shiny black open toe heels she wore on the night we went to the coffee shop.Her hair. I have never seen them so wavy and fuller, sweeping down both sides of her face in curly waves. She moves some behind her ears so – I dare to say, I – can have a view of that smooth long neck of hers.Gosh, I want to claim those lips here and now. Red and domineering, I do not mind being under her spell right now.She is not just beautiful, she's gorgeous, man! Cleopatra has got nothing on this woman.Looking at her now and I do not even remember she's - what? Four or is it five years older than me.I can perceive her fragrance even when she's still a couple of steps away fro
SCOTT It should not bother me but it does. 'So who is this guy?' I finally ask after what seems like decades of driving in silence while avoiding her eyes. I can feel her gaze on me, and I can feel her lips tilting up in a smile and then I hear her laugh. It made me feel stupid, like I was foolishly chasing after something I can never have, but it did not stop my heart from aching to know everything about her, every detail. Yes, my heart. That organ has been doing a lot of fluttering and racing recently for this one woman who is laughing at me seriously right now. 'Is someone jealous?' she asks between laughs and I want to pull up and show her how damn jealous and serious I am. 'Should I be?' I ask, with no trace of a smile to show that I may be kidding. She looks at me long and hard with traces of that smile on her face and only then do I look back to see if anything on her face will give her away, but the woman is as strong as a shield. She does not say anything t
SCOTTWhat happened to my pride?I have got an older woman shooing me away like some child and instead of getting real pissed and going away I just stand at the bottom of the stairs and watch her disappear upstairs.Shit! Someone tell me what I am doing?Am I losing it again? Did all those months of therapy really didn't add up to anything at all?I take a deep breath and look around the room to see if anything might interest me.Wait a minute, I am here now, in James house.Instead of waiting on her to spill whatever she knows I could do a little scavenging of my own and maybe I might really find something worthy enough.I take in the room again, but everything looks normal and in place, making it hard for me to decide where to start from.It gives off nothing like a room where someone could hide things.Maybe if I could get to their room.Secrets lie in closets right?Now how do I get there? If only I could-'Hey, can you give me a hand here? I am stuck' she calls from somewhere rig
CAMILLEnever come across a man who is so jealous and scared to lose me.Maybe James would be if he finds out another man is making his wife feel things in a way she has not felt with him.Maybe we were just so focused on ourselves and our family, and never thought about what it would look like if someone else came between us.But this man knows me for less than two months and he can't stand the thought of another man close to me.It makes me want him in ways I have never wanted anyone else. It makes me want to surrender myself to him and assure him that I am all his, and his alone.But I can't.His eyes widened in curiosity of what I want to do as I straddle him, this is not the reply he expected.I can't tell him what he wants to hear because I am sealed to someone else in holy matrimony, but I will show him what could have been if I was not.Damn it Camille, there is nothing holy about what you have been doing since you met this guy or what you are about to do.I slowly roll up his
SCOTTSeconds passed by, and to me it felt like hours, it felt like ages.'How can you even say something like that? She was the love of your life for how many-' 'And she went ahead and slept with my own little cousin just a week or two after I got hospitalized? Tell me Scott, how long did you both know each other, tell me how long you guys had been fooling me for''But you can't just take her life for that mistake, what if she is happy? What if-''I do not want to remind you again Scott, I still hold the gun' he wiggled the gun in front of me to proof his point and I raised my hands in surrender, and all the time I just tried to keep my anger at bay and not end up doing something we were all going to regret.But I had to do something either way. There were not more than seven steps between us at that moment, and if I took very slow steps towards him I was sure he was not going to notice.'I am sorry about your pa and your wife. Damn, I didn't know there was some level of hate moving
CAMILLEI didn't understand anything that was going on , but I was damn sure that whatever it was was taking a hard toll on Scott.I watched him recoil when the blindfold was taken out of his eyes, and no expression or reaction of his missed my notice.I just wished I could hold him, I could at least get close enough to him and feel what he was feeling then. But then I already had a lot to deal with to worry about what someone else felt.But still.I was trying to make sense of their discussion, of what Maya was trying to say to him, but it all seemed fucked up and each revelation only made him even more withdrawn and definitely furious.And then his father.Okay, well, technically not his father, but how could he do such a thing to a son he raised as his all these years.I was trying to figure out how all that had anything to do with me until she called the name “Lucille”. I knew I had heard that name, somewhere, probably from...Yes, from Scott.That asshole, that was the name he ke
SCOTTI just sat there on the floor and watched her pace the room with the gun in one hand and a baseball bat in the other. She looked just like I always knew her to be – the real thug.'You know you all kept tossing me around and making me look like a messed up shit''That's because you are Maya, you are a crazy woman''No I am not Scott. You are the one who is crazy, you are the one who keeps thinking I am the evil one who killed my own sister and who still tried to come for your family. I am not crazy, but trust me you are such a foolish asshole,' she screamed and I couldn't help but laugh at her craziness.'I have known you well and I know you love to manipulate people into falling into your plans. Is that what you did to my dad too? Is that how you got him to get you pregnant and put it on me?''Well I am glad he is here and you will find out everything Scott''And you think I will be too foolish as to believe whatever you are going to say now when you have got us all under ropes
CAMILLEI had never experienced a lot of things in my life, and one of them was having a gun being pointed at me.And not just from anyone, but from a woman who looked like a mess.‘Of course I knew he would be here with your sorry ass' I heard her say, above the thumping in my ears. I could not think of anything else but the kids just in the next room.What if they got tired and just decided to come out?Oh God, I just wish they didn't. I can be the reason they have to deal with another trauma.'Hey, hello, h-h-how are you doing?' I stammered as I took several steps backwards until I hit the kitchen sofa.'How am I doing? Bitch I should be asking you that. Because you don't seem to be holding your shit together''Maya, just let her go, she has nothing to do with this' I heard Scott struggle to say while trying to get up from the floor. There was blood on his face, and it wasn't just blood from wherever he had gotten it from before.He was hurt, and it scared the shit out of me.She
CAMILLE'What the hell are you doing here? I thought we were done for good?' I stared at him with all the hate in my chest, one that melted as quickly as it tried to surface. There was no way I could ever be that mad at him, but I wish I could, at least this one time.I was really surprised to see him at my doorstep, especially since he was supposed to be enjoying his honeymoon with his new bride in London or wherever.He looked really bad with the blood on his hands and the bruises on his face and I was worried that the cobs might trace him down to my house and get me in the open as well.'Please can I come in at least?''The hell no, as a matter of fact I need you to leave' I said but I knew if he turned his back at that moment I would be on my knees begging him to come back.I didn't know how I got there but I knew for sure that was so so fucking in love with that guy. I couldn't stand him walking away yet again, and he didn't look like he was trying to either.'Please Camille, jus
SCOTTI sat back in the car for more than an hour, just watching her front lawn and wondering if I should go in – but then I had James to worry about.Everything looked as peaceful as it always used to be when James was in the hospital. I just wish he was never in the picture in the first place, then I would not have made a wrong choice in the woman I walked down the aisle with.I was just about to step out of the car when two men walked out of the house and they both left in a car. One of them was James and the other looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere.Well, I didn't have enough time to think about that, I had to seize the opportunity and talk to Camille before James returned.I hurried over to the door and rang the doorbell, but no one opened up even after the third ring, and I was getting a little bit tensed up.What if she was out as well? What if she didn't even come back home with James after the wedding?How will you even think that James? She loves that man and tha
SCOTT'It's a surprise to see you here today Mr Scott' I heard Mrs Judith say and I wanted to tell her the real reason I was in her office after canceling our appointments more than a hundred times, but my lips were sealed shut in shock – just as they had been since after walking in on my so-called-wife riding my dad like a wild beast.'So, to what do I owe this visit today?' she asked again while pouring me a glass of hot drink – just as I always liked it before a therapy session. It always got me loose and helped me say things the way I felt them, but not that day.She didn't look the least bit frustrated with my silence or nonchalance, doing really well at maintaining her professional protocol.She finally set a glass of brandy in front of me and sat on the manager's chair opposite me.'I found out about your wedding to Miss Thompson to the press Mr Scott, and although I didn't have the perfect opportunity to, I still wish you a happy married life' That did it. that unsealed my lip
CAMILLEA month passed, and yet I still felt the sting from the stiffing blow James descended on me once we were behind doors at George's party.I didn't expect any less from him. From the moment he found out the identity of my child's baby I had only come to realize that the man I knew all my life was only a mask of who he truly was – a masked lion.I had returned to New York that same evening even against his own wish, and I surprised myself too with the courage I showcased. I wanted to apologize to Katherine for how everything had turned out, for not confiding in her, but who was I fooling?It would have been different if I had confided in her first, if I had trusted her enough to tell her the whole truth before publicly exposing her husband and rubbing the shame on her face in the presence of all the guests there who also respected her so much.But the next action she took was one I had never expected and the only reason why I deeply regretted my actions at that moment.It came as
SCOTTA month had passed since our wedding, and Maya was crazy about consummating it.I keep wondering if she really thought that getting married to me meant that everything between us will be put in the past like it never happened.I always made it clear to her how much of a mistake she was making, and the last thing she would expect from me again is the sex.She had even gone ahead to tell dad about the situation. Didn't she even feel the least bit awkward saying something like that to him in the first place?When I didn't listen to dad either, her best resolve was to delay the signing of any contract or business information that she had to sign since she was still the head of her family's company until the paperwork was done and I became a sole partner and a joint one too, the company's assets.I had tried to convince her about how unnecessary all that was since I knew with certainty that she was only doing that to get my attention even more attracted to her, but she stood firm on