Cameroon sat at the passenger seat of his BMW. His brother, Austin was driving. Austin’s girlfriend was at the back of the vehicle.
The car was dead silent.
Austin was the first to speak.
“maybe we should find somewhere else.”
Austin looked into the mirror so he could catch his girlfriend’s eye. She noticed and looked up to him.
“where are you thinking?” she asked.
“anywhere I guess. It will be difficult to find a good place on such short notice. Do you think you could find something nice with your phone? Maybe check online?”
“Sure babe.” She responded as she pulled out her phone.
Cameroon finally spoke.
“I don’t want to go anywhere. I just want to go home.”
“Nope, buddy. We agreed. We’re spending tonight together.”
“I am not hungry anymore.” Cameroon objected.
“fine. Let’s go to a bar then. You aren’t spending tonight alone.” Austin stated with authority.
“what are you now? Dad?
Dave and Susan had arrived at the hospital some minutes after the ambulance brought Elena in. Vanessa had called them about Elena’s fainting episode. They had rushed to the ER. Worried that something worse had happened. That the faint was connected to the coma she just came out of. Dave especially was upset. He blamed himself. He had felt uncomfortable when Elena stepped out with her friends, so he felt responsible for not insisting that she stay back. Susan had to remind him that Elena wasn’t a little girl anymore. That he couldn’t exactly make Elena stay home just because he said so. And she had felt that spending the night with her friends would help with her memories. Or at least help her get back on track. After they got to the hospital, the ER doctor had already checked on Elena and ran some tests. The doctor had told them that the faint was a random one and nothing in her brain seemed to have triggered it. She was probably tired. The do
After a long eventful night, Austin dropped Cameroon off at his house. Cameroon said goodbye and walked into his empty house. As he approached the stairs, he didn’t feel the emptiness that usually accompanied him whenever he came home. On this particular night, he felt at ease. Peaceful even. He walked into his house and fell on his couch immediately. He didn’t turn on his lights. He picked up his phone and dropped it back so many times. Like he had done since he left the hospital. He was waiting for her call. And it didn’t come. He gave himself a light smack on his head. How stupid he had been. How stupid. He should have taken her number instead. What was he thinking? Why did he ask her to call him? He smacked himself again. How stupid he had been. As he lay in the dark, he tried to remember where he had known her. And why he had been so drawn to her. He searched his head, he hadn’t even gotten her name. He felt stupid. Why did he fee
Cameroon’s trial was days away. And he was meeting with his lawyer on Monday morning. He had spent the previous day, waiting for the call that didn’t come. he was heartbroken. And for a guy who was probably going to spend his life in prison, his trial was the second thing on his mind. The first was her.
Cameroon’s heart raced as he heard her voice. And her name. Elena. How appropriate. There was a long pause. None of them said anything. They simply listened to each other’s breathing. His own, deeper than hers.Elena was the first to break the silence.“hi.” She said one word. One word that held the deepest emotions that any human could ever convey. And he felt it too. The connection.Cameroon ran his hands across his hair.“hi.” He responded.Another silence followed.He connected the call to the speakers in his car. By the time she spoke again, her voice traveled around the car.“what are you up to?” Elena asked him.“I’m sitting in my car. Was going to take a drive to my lawyer’s office.” He replied.“lawyer. Do you want to share?” Elena inquired. “sure. “Cameroon said. He wanted to share with her. Tell her everything that was going on. He had the urge to spill it all. Not hold back. But he didn’t want to do that over the phone. He wante
Dave, Elena’s father coughed. Deliberately. But they didn’t bulge. They were locked in each other’s arms. Dave coughed again. Then again. This time, Elena pulled away. Cameroon let her go easily. His hands lingered on her hair. She had washed them as he suggested. And she hadn’t dried them. So they were still wet. He let her go. Elena turned to face her dad. “I’m going out briefly with him.” Dave didn’t respond. But he had thoughts running through his head. He had lost his daughter, not physically but all her memories were gone. And he was helping her get back into a schedule. And here was this guy, an alleged murderer, wanting to take her away. He was uncomfortable. But he also realized that Elena was an adult. And even though he loved her, he had to always remember that she was responsible for her decisions. She didn’t need his permission to go out. Even if it meant going out with this guy that stood in his living roo
Elena sat by the door of her bedroom. Her back to it. she had her knees curled up and her head buried into them. She cried. She had not seen that reaction coming. Not after they had made such passionate love-making to one another. For minutes she sat and cried. Not loud cries but soft gentle deep tears. She heard Susan come up to the door. Heard her ask “honey. Are you okay/ would you like me to come in? or do you need a minute?” Elena didn’t respond. She pressed her back against the door and when Susan tried to open it, she was met with some sort of resistance so she didn’t bother. For the first time since she traveled back in time, Elena missed her home. The future. She allowed herself to think of her sisters, her mother, and her best friend, Cheryl. Elena opened the door to the memories. A door she had shut. And as she opened up to them, the memories and the emotions they held flooded her head. She couldn’t place it. She was sure he felt the same w
Cameroon sat in his lawyer’s office and listened to everything that was being said. The lawyer was speaking about the next steps to take with his trial. He said something about a meeting with the presiding judge. Cameroon was trying his best to pay attention to his lawyer but it wasn’t working. He kept getting distracted over and over again. His mind wandered. To her. Elena.He was lost in the thoughts of her and soon, he could no longer hear the words been spoken by the lawyer. He was lost.His mind kept going back to those moments, where he had finally buried himself inside of her. It had been mind-blowing.He didn’t understand how he could have such a connection with her. In all his life, he had glided through as a playboy. Never fully committing himself to anyone. Even to his wife. But with Elena, it was different. It felt as if he didn’t even have a say in the matter. She owned him. His body. His soul. His spirit.“Cameroon.” His lawyer spoke.Cameroon di
After lunch, Elena sat with her parents for a while. They were out in the deck and taking in some sun. She had put on a generous amount of sunscreen and so was enjoying the leisure with a bottle of water.She was considering her next steps. How she was going to help Cameroon get out of jail. Because she knew he was innocent. Even though she had been upset earlier when he pushed her away, she was now a bit calmer. Maybe he was holding back. Maybe he was scared or whatever. She didn't know why but it didn’t hurt as much anymore. But still, she missed him. every second away from him was pain. Raw pain. Especially after he had buried himself inside her. she could still feel him, his touch, his smell. She pressed her legs together.And tried to push the thought away. Then her phone started to ring. It rang and rang and rang. But Elena did not pick up. Not because she didn’t want to but because she wasn’t with her phone. She had left her phone in her bedroom.So Cameroon
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Dec 1st, 2013.In Sydney, Australia.Elena and Cameroon’s wedding day.It had been a long four months of wedding planning for Elena. Susan was going all out, helping her daughter plan the perfect wedding. The food, guest list, dresses, and all. But Susan wasn’t the only one, her friends too were helping. Every step of the way. All hands on deck. They had only four months to plan the perfect Billionaire wedding. But one thing everyone all agreed on from the start, was the location of the wedding.They were having it on Elena’s yacht.It had to be. It was the perfect location. Within that four months, Elena had gone house shopping with her soon-to-be husband, Cameroon and they had found the perfect home.It was a six-bedroom bi-level home. And Elena fell in love with it.It was the perfect fit. They had found out they were having triplets and so they needed a big home.The house was spread on a wide acre of Land. But some
Elena sat at the back seat of the Bentley. She had texted her friends to let them know she was on her way. And they confirmed that they were already there. waiting.
Sunny Friday afternoon- check.Cameras- check.Shopping bags- check.Five friends- check.Credit card- double-check.All items were checked as the five friends headed out on Friday to prepare for the dinner that was happening the next day. Carrie was the designated driver for the day. She picked everyone from their homes in her range rover.The friends had all screamed over the phone when Elena had told them the good news. She still felt weird that she was telling them before she told Cameroon but it already happened.Now they were all in Carrie’s car, riding to the first stop.Elena’s friends were all quick to jump on board. Just like Vanessa had been. And she noticed that too. They all seemed so eager.“So where’s our first stop?” Nicole asked as she entered the car. She was the last person to join them.“massages first, I already booked us an appointment at t
Elena leaned backward into her toilet seat and peed on the stick. She closed her eyes and waited. Counted even. And it turned out again with the positive sign. She had peed on six different sticks already. This was the seventh stick.And it was also positive.Jeez, she swirled around. She laughed, she cried. Nit painful tears but soft happy tears.She was pregnant. With Cameroon’s child.She was engulfed with a feeling of great pleasure and happiness. She wanted to run out to tell him but she was at her own apartment. Elena picked up the phone to call him and stopped herself. No, this wasn’t something she was going to tell him over the phone. She was going to tell him in person.Without a doubt, Elena knew that Cameroon was going to be excited about the news. Just as she was. Her parents were going to be excited too. And her friends! Oh her friends will be too. She placed her hands over her stomach. Straining to see if she could feel the ba
It had been three months since Elena broke things off with Jake. She hadn’t heard from him the whole time. But her friend, Nina had come to her. Nina had taken her to lunch on a sunny Monday afternoon. The meeting wasn’t planned, especially since the girls had gotten together for their usual weekly hangouts.But Elena hadn’t thought much about it. When she received Nina’s text.She simply nodded and drove to the location Nina had asked them to meet.By the time she arrived, Nina was already there. Under a square umbrella. Nina. Nina stood up and waved immediately she caught sight of Elena.And Elena walked to her table.“this early lunch is on you by the way.” Elena joked as she approached her friend.“hahaha. No Probs, Elena. It is nice to see you.”Elena pulled out a chair and sat in it. “it is nice to see you too, even though I saw you two nights ago.” She
Jake was in his home, alone in his thoughts. He had been binging on some movies the night before.It was a Friday night and he had wanted to talk to her. He had picked up his phone so many times but ended up putting it back down.He wanted her to come to him. He wanted her to choose him.And it was beginning to take forever. That made him sad. So he had sat in front of his TV, blocking everything out, and watched several shows till he fell asleep.He woke up the next morning, on his couch. He checked his phone first, no call had come in for him.Then he made his way to the bathroom. Before reaching the bathroom, his doorbell rang.His heartbeat surged.He guessed who it could be. He wasn’t expecting anyone and hadn’t made any orders.But he flung open the door.And there she was, Elena.He grinned. “come on in.” She accepted the invitation and stepped in. The smell of her perfume surrounded him as she came in. She clutched her bag li
The wine Cameroon had come with had a rich taste. Just like she had expected it to. It was a fourteen-year-old bottle made from one of the best wine yards in France.Elena poured herself another glass. Still silent.Her candle still burning.She started to play with his nipples. And Cameroon Jerked. He swallowed again.“Babe,” he whispered.“yes.”“I want to get to know you.”“This is you knowing me.” She teased.He could see the laughter in her eyes.She got up from the couch, set her glass on her desk, and stood in front of him.He looked up at her.She started to unbutton her shirt. She paused at the first button. And teased him some more with her eyes.Slowly, she opened one button after the other. Till she got to the end and then she slipped off the shirt.Her shirt fell to the ground. And spread.She took her hands to her back and unclasped her br
Friday arrived.It was a date night for Elena and Cameroon. And the perfect night. The night was slightly chilly. And the wind was stronger than usual.Elena had spent most of her day in the office. Preoccupied with work. She had caught up on almost all the backlogs and was the only person still in the office. The last person to leave checked out an hour ago. Even the cleaning service had finished up for the day.But not Elena. She was still working. Elena wasn’t exactly a workaholic, but on this day, she simply wanted to pour out herself till she was empty. She had started out the day with a lot of backlogs.That was one of the reasons.And the other reason? She was distracting herself.From thinking about him. Not him, Cameroon. But him, Jake.She had tried so hard to sleep the previous night. But had ended up staying late till 4.00 am and she was up again at 7.00 am.She couldn’t stop her brai