Page 67 of Cameron's Contract
Too tired to sleep. To eat. Do anything of value.
Chaos.
This inner violence found its freedom.
There came a sense of movement, yet at the same time standing still.
“Cameron?” Mia lingered in the doorway. “What did you do?”
“It was right there,” I said. “We had them.”
“Surely there’s something you can do?”
Had I just promised to return her to Richard? I couldn’t remember, couldn’t think straight. The thought of losing her was impossible to contemplate.
Was this the bitter taste of insanity?
I turned and I too stared in horror—
The contents of the desk were now strewn on the floor. Papers, files, pens, and even the computer was tipped over on the carpet. I had a vague memory of being responsible.
Seconds passed with stubbornness.
The last time I’d wrecked a room like this, it had been Richard’s dungeon in London when I’d realized I couldn’t have Mia. I’d allowed rage to own me as I’d ripped the place apart and tipped over that Saint Andrew’s Cross. It had taken two men to right it after the fact—proof of super human strength when consumed with torment, with gut wrenching heartache.
Cole Tea, an empire I was never destined to save.
It had always been Henry’s. His to master whenever he chose. Had some part of me reasoned with this? The second born destined for the shadows.
The rush of business had absorbed me these last few days, having resigned to my destiny, the promise of new challenges. An adrenaline ride like no other.
I was my father’s son.
“You’re going to get some sleep.” Mia pulled me out of there, down the hallway, and into the bedroom.
Her hands were on me, removing my coat, jacket, shirt, stripping me naked, and I stood there letting this out of body experience ease my exhaustion.
My gaze fell on the contract.
Mia caught me looking at it, headed over, and grabbed it off the table.
She threw it out the room. “It’s probably not even in there.” She shut the door and returned to my side.
Mia knelt before me. “Master, I’m going to help you relax.”
My head fell back as she took my cock into her mouth, her tongue lapping my length. My eyelids grew heavy with need and my gaze drifted to the door.
That document out there supposedly held the answer. Again, I ran over those endless words of endless assertions, with citations to prove their authority and quantify their reasoning. Where was that one line that would shore up the weakness buried somewhere in those endless pages.
A yell of frustration threatened to tear from me.
My gaze lowered to take in the stunning beauty at my feet suckling, giving me what I needed, bringing me closer to clarity.
She stared up at me. “We’re going to sleep together tonight.”
Those words had become our private mantra of affection.
I wished that were possible.
