Page 34 of Finesse
My Daddy keeps it one hundred no matter what the season is. He’s a real one. “Sounds perfect.”
Fifteen
“This is me.”
I don’t know why I thought Cameron’s home would be that much more simplistic than his parents, when it’s clearly not. His home is two stories tall with six bedrooms and four bathrooms. A large pool and garden house accompanies the backyard.
A chandelier greets me in the foyer and newly-polished floors show my reflection when I look down. Every room has large windows and mirrors, with a different chandelier in every room. Classic, yet expensive and understated at the same time.
The walls are different muted colors and nothing is ever too bright in the home, a complete contrast from his mother’s style. It feels more like a retreat or a cabin visit than it is a luxury home. That was Cameron’s intention.
There’s a man-cave downstairs in the basement that’s about the size of an intimate movie theatre, complete with pool table, darts, and a wet bar. A basketball court is directly outside of the man-cave, along with an accessible shower and bathroom. Smart.
Upstairs is where the luxury really lies with each bedroom having a different look and feel. Muted wealth is how I can describe it. I recognize the Lalique figures on every bedside dresser with equally expensive lamps. It’s clear Cameron was inspired by his mother’s décor, even if he went a different route.
“And here is my bedroom,” he opens the bedroom door with a code.
Greetings, Mr. Page.
I look back at Cameron and he just winks at me. “Let’s go inside.”
Cameron’s bedroom is beyond impressive. A large four-poster bed is in the center of the room with a fireplace directly underneath it. Small stairs on both sides of the bed lead up to it from a sitting area below with sofa and chairs. A small bar is in the corner.
I knew Cameron was rich, but this is a different tax bracket. This is thewealthycategory. This is the ‘I own people’s lives’ category of wealth. I’m impressed and overwhelmed at the same time. I feel like I can’t touch or sit on any of the furniture in fear I would break it.
“Relax.” Cameron looks over at me and reads my expression. “I don’t want you to feel unwelcomed here.”
“Okay,” I smile and he kisses me. He pulls away and picks up my bag , setting it on a chair as he walks through the bedroom. He takes off his shoes and I follow. I feel like I have to get silent permission before I do anything.
Instead of windows, there are floor-to-ceiling blackout shades. A sliding glass door leads to a private balcony, which also has stairs leading to the pool and backyard. The master bathroom is complete with a large shower, clawfoot tub, and heated floors.
His walk-in closet is the size of a small boutique and I’m shocked by the extravagance. He has a mannequin that gets plenty of use. It’s the same shape and size of Cameron. It explains how he always looks fresh no matter the atmosphere.
This is luxury beyond my wildest dreams. Unlike his parents’ home that has a different theme in every room, it’s clear Cameron is going for a classic, traditional look. The wealth is obvious. Nothing in this home spells Wal-Mart or thrift store.
“Well, what do you think?” He asks.
I’m speechless. I’m sure the other women he brought home before had the same reaction. “This is incredible. This is definitely the most beautiful home I have ever seen in my life.”
“You like?” His face lights up like a little boy’s when he gets the gift he finally wants.
“Like? What’s not to like about it? It’s so beautiful!” I look around as my eyes widen. I’ve seen rich homes, many a rapper fake homes onCribs, but Cameron’s place is straight outta Architectural Digest. “This is what all of those businesses have done for you, huh? This luxury?”
“Yes. A lot of hard work has gone into this place. It wasn’t like this when I bought it. I had to do a lot of extensive remodeling.” He looks around and a proud smile is on his face. “I put a lot into this place.”
“I can tell.” I follow him upstairs to the bed and lay down with him. Of course, it’s the most comfortable bed I’ve ever been on. I can’t even imagine how much the bed spread must’ve cost. “How do you ever get up in the morning from this?”
“It’s difficult,” he chuckles as he pulls me closer to him, “but I do it.”
“I don’t see how.” I stretch out and relax before Cameron rolls on top of me. His body fits perfectly in sync with mine. “Especially like this.”
He nestles himself between my thighs and it feels like home. “Well, now I have a better reason to be up all night.”
My fingers trail up and down his back as I feel all of Cameron press against my sex. The familiar yearning occurs in my panties and I’m not trying to ignore it. “I’m going to get no sleep tonight, huh?”
Cameron kisses the tip of my nose. “No.”
“Hem.”
