Page 40 of Beyond the Cage
“I just couldn’t stay mad at him.”
“No.” She giggles. “You couldn’t stay mad at the dick.”
Cameron walks in, carrying a tray, just as I burst out laughing. “You’re right.”
He gives me a questioning look.
“It’s Chels,” I tell him.
“He’s there?” Chels asks.
“Yup. Bringing me breakfast in bed, no less.”
“I hate you so much right now.”
“Ha-ha…love you, too.”
“Okay, bitch. Talk to you later…or maybe not.”
“’Kay, babe. Kiss Mom and Dad for me.”
I place my phone on the nightstand and look down at the tray he set on my lap – pancakes, fruits, and coffee.
“Yummy! Where’s the syrup?”
He removes the bottle from his pocket and gently places it on the tray. However, it’s not syrup. It’s a bottle of honey.
I give him the side eye and he laughs. Damn man is teasing me. “Laugh all you want. You know you love it. Honey got you hooked.”
He laughs again and falls back on his pillows.
“Mm…thisisyummy. Maybe I should spend the night more oftenjustso you can make me breakfast.”
He closes his eyes, a contented smile on his face.
“You’re not eating?”
A shake of the head is his reply. I shrug and finish my breakfast – every last bite. Before I even attempt to move, he picks up the tray and takes it to the kitchen. When he walks back in, I smile at him.
“You really are going to make a great wife.”
With a groan, he falls back onto the bed. I move over and climb on top of him.
“I mean…you’re pretty to look at, you cook, and you’re the bomb in bed. What more could a girl ask for?”
His face lights up with a sexy smirk. God, that smirk does things to me!
“Ooh! Let me get a picture?”
I reach for my phone but he takes it from my fingers, his smirk giving way to a scowl.
“C’mon…please? Pretty please?”
He answers with an emphatic shake of his head.
“How ’bout a trade? You give me a picture and you can choose what you want in return.”
He raises a curious brow.
