(CAMERON'S POINT OF VIEW)"You are such a pretty little thing." Nauseated would be an understatement to what I felt as he meandered his finger on my clothed arm. I swiveled my face away but he clasped my mouth, turning my face to look into his lust-filled eyes."Don't look away from me, little thing. We are going to have a fabulous time together. I promise to make it worth it."For once I felt I'd caught up with my limit letting this outmoded pervert touch me. But I couldn't believe I was doing this, coerced to sleep with a man twice the age of my father by my father and soulmate.The thought made me scoff out loud and the smile on Mr. Smith's face fell over. He shrank his hold on my mouth, sifting his fingers into my cheek but it didn't hurt, not when I'd endured this same treatment from my parents and my soulmate, nothing new and nothing to flinch about."Shouldn't you be imploring and crying? That's what I was promised. If it doesn't come inherently, you might as well be synthetic
(CAMERON'S POINT OF VIEW)A day after the cessation of Mr. Smith, the cops turned up at my house.I schooled my expression as one of the officers analyzed me, searching for something that would give me away as the murderer of the rusty pervert. "What makes you think my son has a hand in the death of Mr. Smith? I assure you, he doesn't even know the man." Dad broke the silence that befall the living room."We never said your son has a hand in the murder of Mr. Smith. We caught footage of your son stepping into the room." The detective answered in a non-joking tone while continuing to keep his eyes on me, waiting for me to answer the unsaid question in the air.What was I doing in the room with Mr. Smith?"Mr. Smith is a business partner and I'd send Cameron there for business purposes. That's why he was seen stepping into the room." Dad chimed in again."Mr. Hernandez, I believe your son can speak for himself if you're not hiding anything." The officer pointed out.My mom gasped. "Off
(CAMERON'S POINT OF VIEW) "Bend your body a bit." I did as the photographer instructed, moving my body and doing as he said and he flashed his camera on my face, taking shot after shot while I conserved the smile on my face. Being in the spotlight since I could walk, this was nothing but the usual. But when I looked over at the director sitting behind the photographer with his crew and Blaze, I knew he wasn't impressed and I was correct when a moment later, the man was rising from his seat and coming to stand beside the cameraman. "Can you be more human?" I gulped and the smile on my face plunged. I spruced up my posture and peered at the man as the question caught me off guard. I recouped the smile on my face. "What do you mean, Director?" He rasped. "I've worked with many people and I know when an artist is less human and you seem to be far greater than other actors." He took a step closer, staring deep into my eyes as if he knew something that others didn't. "You can fool o
(CAMERON'S POINT OF VIEW)It was rare that I found time to sit in front of my canvas in front of the doors leading to my balcony. The curtains and doors were wide open and the rays of sunlight shone on me.I brought the pencil to the board but instead of being subjugated with inklings as I usually did, my brain was blanker than a sheet but I managed a stroke.Painting and drawing were my safe space, my only narcotic and cure from the blitz of anger and hunger inside of me but right now, I needed a muse.I reeled my head, looking over to Rhys who was occupying my sofa and browsing through a magazine. Feeling my attention on him, he lifted his head and locked me with his goldish orbs. "Is there something you need, little human?"I let my eyes roam all over his body, capturing every piece. I'd seen him without clothes before but the image in my head was blurry, it wasn't clear enough to plant on my canvas. "Take off your shirt." I blurted.He crooked the perfect eyebrow, questioning."I
(CAMERON'S POINT OF VIEW)It was a Thursday and I was in my school's faculty building with a medic's coat over my outfit.School hours ended almost an hour ago but it was like there was a magnet keeping me rooted to my seat or I just didn't want to leave till I'd filled my stretch book with the perfectness of Rhys.His features were flawless and no matter how much I strived, I couldn't get his eyes right. Those sandy orbs looked like they could see through my soul and know my sinister desires but he already did and that was the sexiest thing ever.I scowled and leaned back in my seat as I noticed I'd drawn the shape of his eyes wrong for the third time. With a grunt, I opened another page and continued fresh work.This time, I must get those eyes right or I won't leave this building!"I knew I would find you here."The familiar voice of Blake had me freezing. What was he doing here? With my vigorous schedule today, how did he figure I would be here of all places?I cleared my throat a
(CAMERON'S POINT OF VIEW)"You disgust me, Cameron!"The words echoed again and again, making me snort. I looked at the bartender standing at the other side of the counter. "Can I have another glass?"He gave me a bizarre look, then I realized he knew who I was. Nearly everyone in this godforsaken club knew who I was but I didn't care. I just needed a bloody drink.He strolled over, leaning toward me to whisper. "I don't know if you realized but there are a lot of people watching you right now and I didn't see you walk in with a guard so I'm going to advise you to tone it down if you don't want to regret it in the morning." I smirked and leaned closer, our faces almost touching. "I regret a lot of things, pretty bartender but tonight, I don't care if the world ends." I moved away and gave him a grin. "Just give me another drink, my reputation can go into the gutter.""Alright then." He nodded, moved back, and poured me another glass of the strongest liquid I'd ever had.I brought the
(CAMERON'S POINT OF VIEW)“Do you know what you have just done?!” my Dad’s voice reverberated, and his eyes equally showcased how disgruntled he was. I peeped a glance at Mom, where she resided on a couch. I couldn't read what was on her mind and I didn't care at the moment to figure it out. I turned my attention to my dad when he unexpectedly reached out and clasped my arm roughly, making me meet his ferocious eyes. "Look and answer me when I'm talking to you, boy!" He snarled. "I worked so hard to get my company and this family where it is and all you do is ruin what I've built. You are good for nothing!" He let go of my arm with a shove that had me staggering and gaining my balance."All I did was yell at you to rectify your mistake but you ran out and went to some disgusting club and hauled our name further into the mud!" Mom finally rose from her seat, standing beside her husband.I clamped my hands in fists. "I didn't make any mistakes. I never slept with anyone to get my roles
[CAMERON'S POINT OF VIEW]A groan left my throat at the awful pain in my head. Wait! Pain?!Shouldn't I be dead? Why was I feeling instead?Sluggishly, I opened my eyes, being overcome with the brightest of the room and once my vision cleared, I found myself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling and the beeping sounds coming from beside me made me realize I was in the hospital.Hospital, alive? How-“Good, you are awake.”I turned towards the voice, finding my mom occupying a hand chair. She stood up and advanced towards me on the bed. “Are you surprised to see that you’re alive?” she tsked. “Don't worry, I'm surprised too. The whole world is since your audacious act was caught on camera and now everyone thinks your dad and I are credible for your act of suicide and guess what, Mr. Charlie revealed this is not the first or second time you have tried to kill yourself, making us look bad in the public eye.” she sported a grin but there was something dark about it. It made me quake. She cont