Elijah
In the next few minutes, Ms Westwood will be walking through my office door with an answer for me. Truth be told, this idea seemed preposterous to me in the first place, but I couldn’t resist putting it out on the table. Cameron might hate me, but her love for her company overpowers that hate.
And I am hoping she plays into my hands.
When I told Leo about my idea, he thought that I had gone mad. Why would I want to be married again and this time to a woman who despised me? Well, as I have said before, I love the chase. I will get my little minx to bend to my will, be it through wooing her or helping save her company. She is in no way a perfect fit for my lifestyle anyway - she’s too harsh, not ladylike at all, and to be frank, she reminds me of myself too much.
Not to mention that I do not see her as a mother figure to be around my son. Yes, this will be a temporary arrangement between companies, but I am more intereste
CammyDressed to kill in a black pantsuit and mile-high heels, I am ready to conquer.It’s my first day at Somersett Inc as Elijah’s so-called wife, and when I walk into the building, everyone greets me with respect. Were they informed of the agreement between Elijah and me? No, it can’t be since the actual deal would only be known between the two of us. Elijah must have informed them I would arrive; this is the only thing that makes sense.I am told to head up to the 50th floor where Elijah’s offices are and to ask for a Mr Leo Smythe, as he would lead me to my new office. When I arrive on said floor, a youngish guy walks over to me with a kind smile on his face.“Shall I call you Ms Westwood or Mrs Somersett?” He asks with a grin, and I feel the smile slip from my face. “Uhm.. I…” I stammer, watching the amused smile grow wider. “I jest, Ms Westwood, you don’t need to go
ElijahIt has been almost two weeks of watching Cameron in her work element, and I must say that her mind far precedes her beauty. I have met a few businesswomen in my life who knew how to work around men, but my contract wife dominates every meeting.My conference with the man she deems her idol was entirely coincidental, but it was a fine one at that. Her eyes come alive when she speaks of her passion, and she genuinely looks happy. I wonder if she shows this face to those close to her.Ah, I need not think of such frivolities. Cameron is a means to an end, not something to ponder about. With that in mind, I turn back to my paperwork on my desk and get ready to focus.“Oh, good! You’re still here!” Leo says as he barges into my office without so much as a knock. I look at him with a raised eyebrow and tap my pen on the desk. “Yes, obviously I am. You should know the mountain of paperwork I am currently buried und
CammyWait, does Elijah have a son?I am so confused as I watch the scene unfold in front of me. The woman he ran into on our dinner date is here as well, and I am even more confused when a man walks out to kiss her.Blimey, that’s flipping Sebastian Dumont! Oh, lord, was the blondie his wife??? Gosh, I need to read a magazine sometime; I keep on being the last one to know these things. So when Elijah kissed her cheek and embraced her the other evening, was it only in greeting? Have I truly misjudged him after all?Our drive felt a bit strained after that encounter, and I felt anxious being so close to him right now. But what exactly do I talk to him about?“You can calm down, Cameron; I won’t bite,” he eventually says when the silence becomes unbearable. I look over at him and give him a strained smile. “I apologise,” I say, unsure what I am apologising for exactly. Why did being around hi
CammyIt's nearly 3 am, and Elijah and I are sitting on a park bench eating takeaway burgers. We have just ended our pub crawl after ingesting some of the worst ales known to man.“I still think the last one had the worst draught; I can still taste the dish water in my mouth,” he says, nearly dry heaving but shoving a chip in his mouth. I shake my head. “That one was still bearable; the one before that had a smell similar to honey but tasted like fermented gutter water.” Elijah laughs loudly at this comment. “Note to self; ales should not smell like honey,” he says, placing the empty takeaway wrappers in the bin next to the park bench. Then he exhales and turns his head towards the sky. “Thank you for accompanying me this evening, wife; I had an amazing time.”Scoffing, I smack his shoulder, and he chuckles. “Stop calling me that!” I exclaim, but he only shrugs. “Y
ElijahThe atmosphere was tense on the drive back home, and when I dropped Cameron off at her villa, she gave me a curt nod before exiting the car. I wondered what had gotten her so cold suddenly, but then I decided to put it out of my head. I remember asking Leo to clear my schedule for the next two days or so, so after I got home, I freshened up and decided to go out for a drink. The usual faces are here, which shouldn’t be surprising to me anymore. One person trying to show off their wealth more than the rest, and the competition all but bores me. There are a few clout chasers as well, and as I take my seat in the back of the bar, one of them walks over to me.“Mr Somersett, long time no see,” she says, swinging her hips as she walks over to me. I give her a smile, having forgotten her name but knowing what she is after and at this moment, I am more than willing. So, I finish my whiskey, grab her by the wris
CammyI may have misjudged Elijah’s cunning because right now, it felt like he had me in the palm of his hand. His teasing is reaching boiling point, and I’m not sure how I’m going to keep up with him for the next year.I probably shouldn’t have called him last night, and now he’s taking it as me caring for him or something. I mentally kicked myself as soon as I dialled his number, but it was too late to kill the call because it had already started ringing.Reminding myself that this is purely for work and my company, I straighten my back and decide to grab myself a bite to eat from the cafeteria.This part of the building is state of the art as well, with different cuisines served daily. Settling on an Italian dish, I take a seat by the table at the window and breathe out a pent up sigh.I am already drained, and it’s only Tuesday - this job, actually Elijah, will take me to an early grave at th
ElijahAfter Cameron feels better and calms herself down, I tell her to go home and take the rest of the day off.Seeing her break down and cry like that shook me to my core, so much so that my hands were still trembling. Cameron Westwood did not strike me as a woman who cries easily or over trivial things, so seeing her come apart as she did twists my insides.It made me want to comfort her and do unspeakable things to the person who caused her to shed even one tear.I mentally slapped myself at the thought. Why am I suddenly feeling so protective of her lately? Could it be because she’s finally shown me that there is a weaker side to her? A malleable part that sought out my comfort even though she vehemently rejected my advances?The way she called out my name before she broke down with a shattered resolve made my heart ache for her. I wanted to stop her tears, wrap my arms around her and tell her that it would be okay. I w
CammyToday 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.
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