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
CammyWhen you’re a woman, they tell you to toe the line. You’re groomed to be polite and to speak when you’re spoken to. Get married, have kids, open your legs to your husband when he needs you to and turn a blind eye to his faults. Be happy this man chose you to be his wife; he will take care of you. AND SMILE!I always spat in the face of people telling you how a woman should behave. It is why my mother won’t take my calls anymore; she hated the fact that her eldest daughter grew to be ambitious like the man who left her for another. I can only laugh at this notion since I am currently staring out over the London skyline from the 11th floor of my building.My name is Cameron Westwood, a 33-year-old self-made businesswoman and CEO of Westwood Architecture and Design.This company is my baby, built from the ground up by my blood, sweat and tears. I managed to repay the business loan I took out from the bank within
ElijahEvery day is exactly the same; the same women, the same faces, the same meetings. Apart from my son, I don’t see these people as anything important in my life, the same as the woman in the shower right now. Sighing while feeling the beginning of a migraine, I pick up my things and walk out of the hotel room without so much as a goodbye to her. Not that it mattered anyway; I had forgotten her name the moment I walked in here last night.Things are easier this way; meet up, have a passionate tryst and leave before the other can get attached. No strings, just sex. Getting feelings involved in anything is just a waste of time; besides, why would I give my heart to someone again when I already have everything I could ever want?However, everything has become so mundane as of late. There’s no spark to my day, no excitement at all. I am positively bored with everything lately; no one poses a challenge or fight. It is all yes sirs and
Cammy “Oh God, you’re right,” I say, suddenly feeling flustered knowing someone has been staring at me. Cassy looks at me with wide eyes, then looks down. “Okay, don’t freak out, but he’s walking over here,” she says, calling the bartender over for another drink. My heart sat in my throat and I start kicking myself for feeling so stupid. Since when do men intimidate me? I’m a damn CEO with my own business which I built up from the ground with my own blood sweat and- “Evening ladies, mind if I join you?” he says with a voice as smooth as silk. I turn around to face him and notice that he has put his face mask on again, but his baby blues were twinkling. “Being safe, thank you for that. How can we help you?” I say with a smile as I sip my wine. He removes his mask again and smiles showing sexy dimples and leaving me a bit blown away at how attractive he is. “I try, trust me but how will I get a chance to talk to such a beautiful woman with this
Cammy I look up at the Somersett Incorporated building and let out a low whistle. Mirrored glass finishings with silver balustrades made for a gorgeous exterior. The interior matched the beauty of the outside, showing just how much Elijah Somersett has put into his building. The receptionist is a pretty young thing and greets me with a black mask emblazoned with the Somersett Inc name in the lower corner. “Cameron Westwood, I am here for a 7 am appointment with Mr Somersett,” I relay to her, and she nods when she sees my ID before gesturing to the lift. “You’re to go to the boardroom, which is on the 31st floor. The receptionist there will lead you to the correct room,” she says with a smile which I return. I have everything expertly rehearsed and all the questions revised. Somersett Inc. can make or break me today, and they are quite aware of the hold they have. After the lockdown, Elijah has the rights to all the most significant city proje