“Scarlett, I promise you the house is squeaky clean, and by the way, he has already been here before...”“Unannounced, I need to make an impression,” she cut in.“But why?”She thought hard about it. “He needs to see Levi is well taken care of…”Clarissa chuckled. “Just that?”“What else would there be?”“I don’t know, it looks like you’re trying to impress him for… well, other reasons…”She groaned. “Just go away, Mom!”“You’re the one who asked me to be here…” She giggled and went into the kitchen.Scarlett resumed fussing over the tablecloth; she was anxious. She had no assurance that Cameron would show up; he didn’t call or text, nothing. Also, she was worried about how it would go if he did show up.Admittedly, it was more than simply impressing him; it was the talk. It was important; it could change their lives forever. She stared at Levi, who was dozing in his baby chair. He was the sweetest little boy, and the thought of their lives changing caused her to feel a pang in her ch
Cameron took a piece after offering his thanks and bit into the cookie. His face contorted into a frown. He looked up at Scarlett, but nothing seemed amiss. When he turned to Clarissa, she had a hint of a smirk on her lips. "Thank you so much, Ma’am, the cookie is perfectly salted."Scarlett’s eyes widened in panic. “Mum!” She took a piece out of his bowl and bit into it. “Mum, why would you?” She spat it out and pushed the bowl away from him.“I don’t know,” Clarissa responded. “I hated to see you hurting every day you came home from work, and I thought of a clever way to get back at him.”“Did Scarlett tell you everything? If I remember correctly, she was the one who hurt me,” he replied.Scarlett lowered her gaze.Clarissa nodded. “I know, and I’m sorry for the cookies.”“I thought it was funny.”She handed him a new bowl. “You’re not innocent in all of this. You took hair from my grandson's head without my permission.”“No harm was done to him. I took it from his comb,” he said in
Cameron stood on the porch, a bunch of red roses in his hand. It felt like he was sixteen all over again, waiting for his high school girlfriend so they could attend prom. He knocked on the door and checked his wristwatch. He was right on time.Clarissa opened the door, her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the flowers. “Oh, you brought flowers? Scarlett is going to be so pissed.”“Nice to see you again, ma'am,” he replied, grinning from ear to ear.“Just call me Clarissa. If I’m going to be seeing you a lot, we might as well get familiar. I’m still going to keep calling you Mr. Arrogant but handsome boss, though,” she added with a mischievous smile.He nodded. “I happen to like it.”“Scarlett, Mr. Arrogant but handsome boss is here!” she yelled out.He chuckled.“It looks like it’s high school prom all over again, but your date Luke didn’t come in a Range Rover and didn’t have an escort or a driver.”“Mom!”Her grin widened. “As a matter of fact, he had a run-down beaten jeep that
The drive was relaxing, better than she imagined it would be. Occasionally, when she wasn’t gawking at Cameron’s hands gripping the steering wheel, his toned legs, or the side profile of his face, she loved to see the night pass by in a blur. The colorful lights and flashing signs were simple yet magical. She had never had the luxury of a night drive. She got into the city, battling for her life, and the moment she got better, she went back to work. She didn’t know how long they had been driving because she had lost track of time.They arrived at a traffic sign, and when she stared out the window, she saw a woman holding a little girl’s hand on the sidewalk. They were wearing casual clothes, and she liked to think they had decided to go for a night walk. Then it hit her. She stole a glance at him. He had made a big sacrifice by agreeing to go out with her in the first place. She had witnessed the fierceness of the media firsthand. He had also ditched his driver, and she did
As he spoke those words, they lingered in her mind. Their entire relationship had been built on distrust, distrust for each other. He initiated it by leaving her hotel room that morning without informing her. He also didn’t trust her when she showed up at his workplace. She solidified that foundation when she kept the secret from him and made plans to run away with Levi. So, hearing those words meant a lot to her. “I was scared,” she admitted, “Scared that you would take Levi away from me.” He took a moment to ponder it. He had always wanted to know her reasons, but he couldn’t understand them. When he first saw her at Grayson, he thought it was all part of a ploy to get to him. However, she refused his kind gestures and made no demands of her own. He tried to think of a reason why she would keep the knowledge of his son away from him when it was a perfect opportunity to be opportunistic. He had never thought that it would be out of fear, fear that he was just another powerful man wh
He was standing at the doorway, his arms folded across his chest, watching her. His eyes strayed to her behind as she bent over; he couldn’t stop the wild thoughts that followed. That was not why he was watching her. Even though it was distracting to see her butt in those tight-fitting jeans, he was watching her and Levi.She spun around, a smile on her face, holding a crying Levi in her arms. She patted his back in a bid to soothe him, “Hey baby...” she kissed the top of his head, “Daddy’s here, you don’t have to cry anymore...” she whispered softly.He was beaming with smiles as he watched in admiration, “Can I hold him?”She looked up at him, “Of course...”His heart was beating loudly when he extended a hand. It was racing even faster when Scarlett handed him over. Levi quieted as he glanced around in confusion. Then his beautiful grey eyes settled on him. Cameron flashed him the widest smile he could muster, “How are you, little one?”
“You know the harder you fight this, try to resist me...” he whispered in her ear in that deep baritone voice that made her weak in the knees, “The hotter it gets...” She swallowed and looked away, unable to withstand the intensity of his gaze. “I love seeing your body in open protest...” His eyes wandered to her nipples, and just like she had guessed, they were hardened and straining against the top, “I can imagine your panties are soaking wet...” His gaze had darkened, filled with lust. Her breath was erratic, her control was slipping. “I want nothing more right now than to fuck you senseless. I want to hear you moan my name this time, but I won’t take anything you won't give me, Scarr..." It was more for her nerves than anything else. It was just like he said; her nipples were hard, her panties were soaking wet, and her desire for him was raging inside of her. She sat across from him with hopes to put as much distance between them as she could, now she only had to deal with his
Cameron’s eyes followed Scarlett as she sauntered towards them. He became distracted the moment the doors opened, Lucious was beginning to sound incoherent, the laptop screen in front of him was blurry, and nothing else mattered more in that moment than her.“Good morning, Mr. Grayson, Good morning, Lucious...” she mumbled her greetings before pulling out the chair next to Lucious and sitting on it.Mr. Grayson. He had gotten too comfortable with her calling him Cameron all weekend, knowing they were back to Mr. Grayson wasn’t appealing to him. It didn’t help that she wouldn’t look him in the eye.“Good morning, Scarlett. Nice of you to finally join us.” Lucious’s tone was curt.She didn’t bother with a reaction; he was right. She had spent a couple of minutes outside the door, taking breathing exercises and giving herself a wacky pep talk. Maybe not so wacky, seeing as it finally got her into the room. It was however not enough to meet Cameron’s