Pj Masks Cameron Novels & Stories

she said kissing her forehead then left. Peach found the mayor in his office.“Peach, what a pleasant surprise,”he said hugging her.“There is nothing pleasant about this.I need your help desperately.Here is a donation in advance,”she said placing a bag full of money on his desk.“What can I do for you,I'm always at your beck and call provided you feed me something,”he said smiling taking the bag and putting it under his desk.“My Cami got arrested today morning for attempted murder of the Jones girl.How can you help?”she asked sitting.“I am sorry,is this actually true?”he asked.“Does it matter?It was girls just being girls.The useless lawyer Jim got couldn't even help.My baby is traumatised.The

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“Can’t you see I’m busy?” Florence was too wrapped up in her own resentment to care. “Goddamn Cameron’s *ss is back!” Joaqin furrowed his brows. He drank his wine without a word. He had long heard of Cameron’s return. The same investigation also revealed that the outsider punk who was to take over The Commune was the fellow Cameron had brought home.

"You hate missing on all the sexual adventures, no... I won't think you'd complain about diving right back into your little playground." She laughed and patted my cheek softly. The moment she left me to the boredom of the office pantry's table. I sighed and mindlessly played on my phone. That Friday I was there for a photoshoot update with Francois, the company's smoking hot photographer. The photoshoot went perfectly, and a couple of hours later I was flipping through old my portfolio waiting patiently when Kamaria said that she wanted to talk to me. I thought she wanted to talk about Gene, but instead, she introduced me to Peyton, her new PA.

"Welcome on board." Brianna stood up and they shook hands. "Thank you." "No, thank you," MJ said sincerely. "Don't hesitate to contact me should you need anything." MJ pondered over that for a second. This had been bugging her for some time, she really needed to know how Cameron was doing. She was not sure if Jackson's security team were tailing him, but she had noticed them following her at a distance since last night. "Actually, do you think you can track down someone for me? His name is Cameron Parker and he left last night, but I am not sure where he went to."

I knew exactly what she was talking about. "Kayla! Don't play dumb with me," Joan hissed, leaning in close. "I’ve been patient with you because of the surgery, but give me the tea. You and the boss? The news? The Vances? It’s like a soap opera and I need to know everything." Before I could answer, Cameron walked through the front doors, holding his morning coffee. He spotted us and joined in immediately. "Are we talking about the power couple of the century?" Cameron asked with a grin. "Kayla, my man Damien is out here moving mountains for you. I saw him in the hallway yesterday and he actually looked... happy. It was terrifying."

Hence, he narrowed his eyes and stared at Cameron intensely while he said, “What did you say? Did you say that you’re meeting the kingpin?” Cameron had yet to understand that what he was doing was angering Zayn. He thought that Zayn was infuriated because he was jealous. He became proud of himself. “That’s right! What’s the matter? Are you trying to get a job?” Zayn continued to ask, “The kingpin that you’re going to visit, is he a Murican or Rheasian?”

Her breath caught as she finally saw him up close. Gosh… He was sinfully gorgeous. He stood tall—about six feet two—with a powerful presence. She could tell that beneath his tailored suit was a body sculpted to perfection. Though they had met at the club, she hadn’t fully seen his face due to the darkness and her tipsy state. Now, however, his face seemed strangely familiar, stirring a memory from her past. "Charity Mercaez, 23, an orphan, unemployed, single, and poor," Cameron said smoothly, emphasizing the word "poor."

Besides Jag was being professional so she could do the same. “I will need your phone number.” Jag carried on, stopping at the door to his office. “In case of emergencies.” “I don’t have a phone.” Camille replied simply. “Then how do you get in touch with people?” Jag frowned. Camille shrugged. This was starting to feel like an interrogation not an induction for a new role. “At the moment I don’t. I will get a new one when I get paid.” “I will obtain one for you.” Jag grunted seemingly annoyed by the revelation.

I rolled my eyes and Jasper punched him in the shoulder before getting up to grab each of us a beer. “Well, to figuring out what the hell is going on,” I said, raising my bottle. The boys repeated after me before clinking all our bottles together. “Cameron, how’s the hunt for transport warriors going?” “Oh, I already have that figured out, plus several backups for emergencies.” Cameron said, waving a hand and taking a generous swig. I never complained about Cameron’s antics because he was one of the most efficient, hardworking people in the pack. Even before I checked in on his progress, I knew he’d have everything done right away.