Page 27 of Finesse
After a few hours, I was ready. Faith gave me a sew-in and worked her magic on my hair. She turned me around and I was stunned to see what stared back at me in the mirror. “What do you think, Ms. Taylor?”
The weave is long, but not heavy. Faith made big, luscious curls to give it an airy feel. This is probably the most gorgeous I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Faith is truly a miracle worker and it shows. “Oh my God!” I’m hesitant to even touch my own hair because it looks like a work of art.
“Yeah, girl…Cam paid some good money for this.” Faith puts on the finishing touches. “I won’t say how much but trust and believe, baby girl, that man spent money to make you look good, okay?GOODT.” Faith turns around just in time for Cameron to walk in.
He looks like a kid in a candy store. He has a super big smile on his face, as if he just won the lottery. Maybe he did. Maybe we both did.
“Damn,” Cameron looks at me with approval. Faith gave me the best lacefront money could buy and Cameron’s wallet had a lot to say. “I love it.” He contemplates if he could touch it with his hands.
“You can but if you mess my work, I’ll mess up your ass!” Faith yells as other people concur. Gotta love a group effort.
Cameron runs a finger through my hair and I heard a low moan from him. I really hope he doesn’t mess up my weave tonight. “I love it, I love it.” He purrs. He kisses me and we hear a collective approval from the shop.Hey now! I heard that! Shit, if he paid for my hair, I would do more than kiss him, girl!
“Ready to go, baby?” He asks.
“Let’s go.”
A SUV with blacked-out windows awaited us as we exited MillionHair. “We’re being escorted this weekend,” Cameron calmly says as if it’s telling me what time it is. “We’re going to go shopping and then I have a surprise for you later.”
“A surprise?” My mind races what surprise it could be. With Cameron, the possibilities are endless. “Can I get a hint?”
Cameron kisses me as the driver shuts the door. “No.”
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Now that I had a taste of the finer things in life, I really don’t want to go back to bullshit.
Upon entering a luxury store, we’re greeted with glasses of champagne. A woman takes my measurements. Everyone is friendly and I don’t get the fake vibe from them. “What can I get?” I peruse the store.
“Whatever you want,” Cameron replies and my mouth hangs open again, “this is your birthday gift, baby. Whatever you want, you can get. Shut down the store.”
I walked throughout the store with a personal concierge attending to my every need. I tried on no less than 20 outfits and sipped champagne as I did it. Cameron spent time on his phone and conversed with the staff, getting to know them as I paraded outfit after outfit.
He handpicked the ones he liked –no, not that one. Yeah, that one –and made sure I had enough accessories to go with each outfit. He didn’t like the jewelry selection in one store so he took me to another one.You’re wearing nothing but the real,he insisted and I wasn’t about to argue.
I know what the price tag was of said shopping adventure today and it was well past six figures. We didn’t just go into any mom and pop vintage store; everything was high-end from the shoes to the clothing to the ice on my neck and wrists. Even my socks were designer.
I know what it feels like to be spoiled and Cameron blesses me. Money wasn’t an object to him and it was clear to everyone he had plenty to share. This is his love language and I respect it.
I also know what it feels like to be told to shut up and be happy with what I have without questioning anything someone does in exchange. Other men I’ve dated have done this. Cameron is doing this as well.
Eleven
“Is there a reason why I had to be blindfolded for this?” I hold onto Cameron for dear life as we walk down a quiet alley. I’m not a fan of being blindfolded, even though that’s Cameron’s kink. And I’m not a fan of being blindfolded in an unfamiliar place. I clearly trust this white boy too much.
Cameron sent the driver back to the hotel to drop off my bags as we went to our last adventure. We had dinner at another great restaurant and I took some pictures for the ‘Gram to showcase my beautiful meal.
We walked around the city with Cameron’s security not too far from us at any given time. He showed me different parts of Harlem he was very familiar with. I asked him the different places he’d visited and was very impressed by his passport stamps.
He’d lived in a variety of places in just a short time and had that little bit in common with Laurie, my mother. He’d learned to read people well, and scope out an area before fully coming into it. He never liked being blindsided by something or someone.
Cameron’s demeanor changed depending on whom he was with. When he was with his boys, he could be serious or playful, but never both. With me, he was boyish, funny, and romantic. With his parents, always respectful and acquiescent.
It was something he’d learned from his father and studied very well. They were alike in many ways. They had the same charming smile, the way they could start a conversation with just anyone and have that person be enamored with them; how they knew the most random facts and completely useless information yet made it all seem like it was something everyone had to know.
They both enjoyed a good, expensive Cuban, and Eric taught Cameron how to golf because that was expected growing up wealthy. They didn’t spend a lot of time with each other but when they did, it was always barbeques, watching a game (usually in person and always, front row seats), and taking time for the regular photo-ops for their fans.
They were also different in many ways. Eric was very traditional in his appearance and was rarely caught without wearing a polo or his Oxfords. Cameron loved his Jordans and jeans, and rarely strayed away from them.
