Elijah
Staring 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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