Cammy
Today took everything out of me, from the meeting with Elijah to finding out that Cassy is actually not a friend… and the fact that I broke down in Elijah’s arms. It’s like some higher power had it out for me and wanted me to suffer.
In any case, I had a relaxing hot bath with every essential oil known to man and ordered some binge Chinese takeaway. Tonight I will treat myself while trying to forget about this horrid day.
After getting into a silk camisole pyjama set, I walk towards my lounge with my takeaway, wine and a good, smutty romance novel. Ready to sink into a pit of me-time.’
What I didn’t anticipate was a knock at my door.
Groaning, I stuff a piece of sushi in my mouth and walk towards the door, only to nearly joke on it when I see Elijah’s face through the peephole. What the hell?? Why was he here?!
Swallowing deeply, I unlock my door with a red face and peer up at him.
Elijah After rushing out of Cameron’s place, I am now sitting in my car and steadily hyperventilating.I kissed her, and I loved every second of it. The aftereffects of our kiss still lingered; the feel of her skin on mine, her soft hair and lush lips, the scent of vanilla ever-present. God, I’ve never felt so alive while kissing someone, my mind went blank, and my body became aware of her closeness.I didn’t want it to end; I wanted to claim her ultimately and make her mine. But then reality set in, and I saw the kiss for what it was; me taking advantage of her sadness.She doesn’t deserve that, not after everything she’s been through and especially not with someone like me who breaks everything he touches. It was a good thing I cut off the kiss; I had to… I just had to.And yet, as I laid curled up in bed, my mind drifted to her again - the feel of her skin on mine, her touch, her soft lips and her body pressed
Cammy I couldn’t sleep the night Elijah kissed me - thoughts of him filled my mind, and when I eventually dozed off, he plagued my dreams as well. Things were awkward between us in the following two days after we kissed; we made no eye contact, our greetings were brisque, and we never spent more than 5 minutes in a room together.What an absolute mess we’ve made.That meeting was the crux of it all. He apologised for kissing me, and for some reason, this annoyed me. I didn’t want his apology; I didn’t want him to take that moment away and brush it off as a mistake.Wait, what the hell am I saying? It WAS a mistake! There was nothing else behind it, nothing at all; I had a moment of weakness because of what I discovered. It’s the only thing that makes sense, or I would not have let him close to me either way.Sighing, I look at myself in the floor-length mirror and nod. It’s Friday today and the
CammyIt’s been a week since the meeting with my board and a week since I last saw Elijah.He hasn’t been back from Bristol, and tonight we have the evening at BixTek. Where the hell did he run off to with not so much as a call to the office? This man is truly a danger to himself, and he doesn’t even know it.At 7 PM, I head out to BixTek dressed in a gorgeous red evening gown and my stiletto heels. Leo sent a Somersett Inc vehicle to pick me up, and we arrived at our destination in no time. Tonight I decided to let my hair down for a little and mingle with some unknown people. I might make some meaningful connections that will benefit me in the year to follow.9 PM and the guest of honour still hasn’t arrived, and truth be told, I am starting to get just a little bit peeved off with him. Did he even remember that he’s supposed to be here tonight? Ugh, this man, really!“Excuse me, Miss?” I
ElijahI’ve been watching her from across the garden for the last half an hour, noticing how Brendon Mitchell was openly chatting her up, and she was none the wiser. This shouldn’t bother me because I wanted her to move on from whatever messed up thing we had. It shouldn’t bother me that she’s smiling at him the way she smiled at me that night on our pub crawl.It shouldn’t bother me, but it does.Watching her smile at another man eats at my insides. I have never felt this jealous before, not even when I was with Irina, and it bothers me that Cameron makes me feel this way.I don’t want this; I don’t want to crave her, but the feeling just comes back stronger no matter what I do. Leaving for a week to get her out of my system should have helped; it sure looks like it helped her get over the attraction.As I make up my mind to leave, she suddenly looks my way and straight into my eyes. That
CammyWhat in the hell is going on with Elijah Somersett? First, he’s a no show at a vital merger thrown in his name, and now he’s snappy with every damn staff member who walks into his office.I’m in the right mind to barge into his office and give him what for when I see another office worker running out in tears. But I’ve decided to leave him be, especially after the last time I spoke to him.His behaviour was unacceptable that night, and even if he did have prior arrangements, he should have let me know instead of letting me wait there like an idiot. Has he always conducted himself in this manner? If so, how the hell has this company lasted for so long?In any case, it shouldn’t bother me - I have an important business meeting in a few minutes with Brendon Mitchell from BixTek! He’s drawn up a proposal for my company to oversee the development of their new offices outside of London. Since they&rsquo
ElijahI was going to confess to her tonight and see how things go, but now I see that would have been a terrible mistake. Sebastian was wrong; Cameron does not reciprocate my feelings, and I surely would have made a fool of myself tonight.How could I have been so disillusioned to think that Cameron felt the same about me just because she kissed me back? I suppose it’s because every woman I’ve ever pursued has returned my feelings. Elena nearly did as well before I realised what I was doing.“Aren’t you the man who gave me so much shite during my startup? Where the hell is that man now?”Anger burns my chest as I remember Sebastian’s words. I used to be a man who gets things done, regardless of the outcome, and it would still work out in my favour. So what happened to him? Surely a child can not have changed me so much?!I swear this ego of mine will be the death of me, but not so much as the pl
CammySo much for having a lovely evening and putting that idiot out of my mind - now he’s even here at my date. I’d recognise that side profile anywhere; Elijah is currently sitting a table over from me with the type of woman I could never dream of being.Tall, skinny and ‘model beautiful’ - Elijah sure knows how to make a statement.I couldn’t concentrate at all with him being so close to me, and halfway through, I had to excuse myself from the table with the excuse of needing the loo.When I reach the stall, I rush inside and sit down on the toilet seat. What the hell is Elijah doing here, and with a date like that?! Didn’t he want to take me out this evening? Blimey, it’s nice to know how replaceable I am.I take a few breaths, and as I get up to open the door, I hear someone come in. “Yes, my love. I absolutely HAD to come on this date with that oaf. No, I promise nothing is goin
CammyI don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun with another bloke without having sex before. Last night Brendon and I stayed up until after 2 am chatting about everything under the sun. Not once did he try to feel me up or touch me inappropriately.I thought men like that were long gone.Of course, I would live to regret my late night because right now, I’m nodding off in front of my laptop. Closing the cover, I groan and lay my head on my arms.“Bollocks,” I grumble to no one in particular.“Late night?”I shoot up from my desk and narrow my eyes at the figure by my door. Leo has an amused smile on his face as he walks in with a petite looking little raved-haired thing. She wore spectacles and had on a charcoal dress-suit with sensible pumps.“You can say that,” I grumble, getting up from my office chair. “And this?”Leo rolls his eyes. “I
Here I stand, my figure silhouetted in the doorway of Ethan’s room, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he finally sinks into sleep. His face still carries the residual traces of the day’s sorrow. I swallow hard, my heart lodged somewhere between my throat and my gut. The burden he’s carrying—the absence of a mother—isn’t something he should bear, especially not alone. My own emotions encircle me, threatening to pull me under. I’ve never felt this helpless.With a sigh, I turn away and reach for my phone, my fingers automatically dialing Sebastian’s number. Sebastian has always been my confidant, my sounding board, for as long as I can remember. I need his counsel now more than ever, to steer me through this emotional tempest.The phone rings, then Sebastian’s voice flows through the line. It’s warm, concerned. “This is becoming a habit, Somersett,” he says with amusement in his tone, but when I sigh, I can literally see his smile fade. “You alright, mate?”My voice is so lade
ElijahHere I am, lounging in the comfort of my office chair, a half-smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. I’m lost in thoughts of Cammy, and the warmth that fills me is almost tangible. Our relationship has come so far, and when I’m with her, everything seems just a bit better, a little more bearable.But even as I drift in this comforting mental space, an uninvited thought nags at me. It’s a question, really, and it’s got Ethan’s name all over it. Cammy and I haven’t talked about the future—about what it would mean for Ethan. I’ll have to bring it up tonight; I can’t avoid it any longer.Just then, my phone shatters the tranquillity, its ringtone yanking me back to reality. I glance at the caller ID and my heart sinks. It’s Ethan’s school. An instinctual dread floods me; it’s a parent’s sixth sense, the feeling that something is deeply, horribly wrong. With a shaky hand, I pick up the call.“Elijah Somersett,” my voice comes out more strained than I’d like.“Good day, Mr. Somers
CammyIt’s been about two weeks and Elijah acts the same when we’re at work. I don’t know why, but I sort of expected him to be different, but then again I didn’t exactly behave differently either, did I? To be honest, I don’t quite know how I’m supposed to act now that we’re officially together.Unofficially official? That sounds about right.After working hours it’s a different story altogether; he picks me up at home, takes me out for dinner and afterward we go back to my place. The evenings either end in us making love or falling asleep after just talking.I always find it odd that we never go back to his place, but every time I want to bring it up, it always slips my mind. We have a lunch date together today, so perhaps I should bring it up then.But it’s only been two weeks, though! Should I make a big deal about it if we’re still in the early stages? It feels wrong.My desk phone starts ringing, snapping me out of my thoughts. Just what I need right now; a distraction from ever
CammyLast night Elijah wasn’t satisfied with only one round. Yes, we nearly went right through the night! I made him stop after a while because we had work in the morning, that and I was close to falling asleep.“I’m the boss; I can afford to be late,” he grumbled, but I simply gave him a pointed look, and he shut up. As much as I wanted to play tardy with him, this is also my job, even if my boss is my… what exactly?I’ve woken up before him yet again, and now I’ve found myself gazing at him like a lovesick puppy.Gosh, he is gorgeous, though. His beard is incredibly stubbled as if he hadn’t shaved in a few days, but it sets off well against his hard jawline. His body showed the obvious results of working out; rippling muscles, hard-as-rock abs, and those disgustingly sexy v-lines that head straight into a yummy prize.The way he worshipped my body as we made love made my head swim with need, and I realised that I do not want anyone else to do this to me ever again. I can only see E
CammyOh, my soul. I told him; I really told him how I felt, and now he’s coming over later. What am I going to do? Should I have been that honest with him after all? Elijah is hazardous to my health as it is!Blimey, I need a drink.I walk towards my kitchen and watch as my cat, Midnight, eyes me with judgment while I pour myself a large glass of wine. “What? I deserve this,” I say as I lift the glass to my lips.I followed Leana’s advice and had a big talk with myself and how I felt before deciding to be honest about my feelings for a certain CEO playboy. Now I don’t know if I regret it or not.It’s been almost six hours since I called him, and my stomach is still tied in knots. After that one glass of wine, I couldn’t stomach more and proceeded to pace the floor like a worried cat.It’s only when my doorbell rings that my heart stills; it has to be Elijah.Swallowing deep, I wipe my sweaty palms on the fabric of my dress and walk towards the front door. One glance into the peephol
Elijah“Ethan, stop pulling Jane’s hair right this instant!” I exclaimed, watching the kids as they got into yet another fight over one bloody toy.It’s Sunday afternoon in the Caymans, and the weather is just perfect; not too hot and a gentle breeze in the air. Sebastian and Elena joined us, along with Isaac, whose husband, unfortunately, couldn’t make it as he was on call at his hospital.This weekend has been refreshing, and it stopped my mind from overthinking as well, especially with these bloody kids around.“But it’s mine!” Ethan shouts in an overly dramatic voice, and I raise my eyebrow at him.“Aye, but there are three others that look exactly the bloody same,” I say, then turn my back on them and walk towards the tempered glass balustrade with a glass of orange juice in my hand. “Play nice, all of you.”I’ve always loved The Caymans - the
ElijahI lean my head against the door of Cameron’s office and breathe out a sigh. How did I manage to turn down her request when I would love nothing more than to spend time with her alone?Shaking my head, I make my way to my office in an attempt to forget about this morning’s events.I woke up before Cameron did this morning and spent the time watching her sleep before she eventually woke up. She looked absolutely breathtaking and serene; as if she didn’t just go through a traumatic experience.I felt her stir, then pretended to be still sleeping so she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable, but the anxiety radiating from her was too much to bear. That’s why I decided to tease her a bit by playing my cocky self.At least it worked.I still can't believe that I admitted my feelings for her, right when she didn’t need the added pressure. However, I must admit that I feel better now that my fe
CammyI open my eyes to Elijah Somersett’s sleeping face the following day, and I feel myself screaming internally.He had the good grace to at least lay on top of the comforter as he held me by the looks of things, but it still didn’t stop me from feeling any less mortified.Elijah admitted that he’s in love with me, and I don’t know what to do with myself.I don’t know what possessed me to call him after Brendon assaulted me and fled, but my mind went immediately to him for some reason. I think subconsciously… I wanted him to be the one to comfort me and tell me it was going to be okay.I wanted him to make everything okay.And yet, as I look at his sleeping figure, my heart does a little squeeze. He is incredibly handsome even as he sleeps, the slicked-back hair has all but lost its ‘sleek’, and the corners of his mouth is downturned into a cute pout.Ugh. I’m
ElijahStaring at this glass of bourbon in my hand won’t do me any good, nor will this bird on my arm begging for my attention. I look her way and glare before making a ‘shoo’ gesture with my hand.Nothing's going my way at all. I thought making Cameron jealous with a model might get her to confess her feelings to me, but it just pushed her further away. Actually, who am I kidding? That plan would never have worked anyway!Bollocks. I truly am a nob, aren't I?I order another tumbler of bourbon and continue to stew in my self-hatred. Perhaps I should confess to her? What would she think of me then? Would she reciprocate my feelings?Ah, stuff it. Nothing good will come out of wondering and hoping like this. I should call it a night and wallow at home.As I fumble and pull out my phone to call Leo, it starts ringing in my hand, and I see Cameron’s number on the caller ID.Strange; she hardly eve