Page 23 of Finesse
“The business from the plane?” I ask and Cameron blinks at me. I don’t know if I touched a nerve but he doesn’t seem in a rush to answer me.
“I don’t ever want you to worry about what I do when we’re together.” Every word comes out like a sentence. “I never want you to get tied up in whatever I’m doing.”
“But what is it that you’re doing?” It’s secretive, almost sneaky. Cameron wants me to know just enough but not a lot. I don’t know if it’s underhanded, but I wouldn’t be surprised.
His father is a well-known senator and who knows how many favors and polite threats he has made Cameron do on his behalf. Was that the game Cameron was playing? What about those dudes from mini-golf?
“I own a lot of businesses, Tay.” He re-emphasizes what he told me the first night we met. “And some of them are all over the country. Some are out of the country. I have a lot of employees that I feed and house. It can be stressful.”
He still didn’t answer my question and I’ve learned to find out this is how he wants to keep his business private and separate from us. Cameron also very politely told me in not-so-many words to mind my fucking business.
Clearly, he’s doing well because my bracelet was five figures and Cameron paid that without blinking. I’m not a poor college student, nor am I starved to have a baller like Hayley.
I can’t shake the uneasiness about everything but I also can’t worry about it now. I have to grill Hayley when I get back. I know Que must’ve told her something. “Okay.” I drop the subject. “Let’s talk about something else.”
“Are you mad at me?” Cameron asks. His voice softened and there’s a genuine concern. “I apologize if I came off short.”
“No.” Mad? Not really. Very fucking uncomfortable is more honest. “I just wanted to know and you answered.” I smile as I sip my soda. “You’re being kind of a dick right now and I’m not sure how I contributed to it.” I wish I was old enough to drink because a sista could really use something right now.
Cameron wipes his mouth and gets up from the table. He walks over to the window that’s practically a wall. “Beautiful, come here.”
I really don’t want to get up and I’m not entirely sure I want to near the man right now. I wipe my mouth and follow Cameron’s lead. I stand next to him and he quickly stands behind me and wraps his arms around me. The tension between us is gone and I feel safe and warm.
His muscular arms comfort me as I inhale his earthy cologne. He feels like heaven and everything I ever wanted. I’m pressed into his delectable body and feel the outline of his cock against my ass. “One day, beautiful,” he nibbles on my earlobe, “we’re going to own the world.”
I barely know Cameron. I just found out he likes coffee just a week ago. “You’re confident I’m the one.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? You’re everything.” His deep voice purrs in my ear and my body promptly responds. “I want to share my world with you. I need you to trust me first. Trust that I’ll always take care of you. Trust that I don’t want you involved with my businesses. Trust it’s just me and you baby, forever.”
I slowly nod my head. Is Cameron full of it? I don’t know. Only time will tell. For now, I have to trust him and just stay out of his way when it comes to dealing with his numerous businesses.
And just hope for the best.
New York really was a city that never slept. I could still hear the faint sounds of angry horns and angrier drivers from our penthouse suite. The cacophony of citizens frantically hailing cabs, traipsing across the street without a care, and some working off having a few too many as friends carried them.
The flow of traffic didn’t stop even at eleven at night. It seemed to just get started as I saw various yellow cabs and private vehicles ease in and out of traffic like breathing. It was a whirlwind to witness, coming from a girl who never traveled past Atlanta. Now I was experiencing a whole new world.
After dinner, we went straight back to the hotel suite. Cameron went into another room to handle some more business while I took off my heels and turned on the radio. It was late at night but yet, the night felt young.
“Yearning for Your Love” blared through the Bose speakers and it put me in a sensual mood. Hearing Uncle Charlie’s voice sends me back to a carefree time – cookouts with my family, my Daddy, and uncles playing spades and dominoes for the umpteenth time because somebody cheated. The aunties in the kitchen gossiping about who did what and with whom. Me and my cousins watching whatever movie in somebody’s spare bedroom.
My body swayed from side to side as I released the tension of the day. I still felt uneasy with Cameron’s secrecy on what was going on but I couldn’t worry about that. We only had a couple more days in New York and then it was back to studying at Clark Atlanta.
I have to admit, this was an awesome birthday surprise. One of the best I’ve ever had. I didn’t have to worry about anything for the entire day and I loved it. I wish I can have many more birthdays like this with Cameron.
The station switched to “Sign Your Name” and my body instantly responds. My eyes close as I feel the rhythm wash over me, dancing in the soft moonlight, and without a care in the world.
Everything will be okay. Cameron says it will be and I have to believe him, even if I’m still not sure.
I turn around and see Cameron watching me from the distance. He’s off his phone and he’s leaning against the wall with his arms folded. I beckon him to join me and he removes his shirt to reveal a white tank top underneath. He leaves his slacks on and I’m kinda wishing he didn’t.
We dance together in the living room, our bodies pressed together as fingers are interlocked. This is the most intimate I’ve ever been with anyone. Cameron’s heartbeat is in sync with mine and we’re staring into each other’s eyes. Just us, music, and opportunity.
Our breathing became shallower as the song progressed. We weren’t going to make it to the bedroom and that was fine by both of us. We softly kissed at first, tasting each other. Then it became an exchange of power and conceding to his demands.
Cameron picked me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to the dining room table and sat me down, pulling my panties off, as he continued to kiss me. Slow, hot, and wet.
He stole my train of thought, my will to fight back, and replaced it with a desperate hunger that wanted more of those kisses everywhere. He faintly tasted of wine and some of the crème brulee dessert we shared.
