Page 32 of Finesse
As I watch my father being cordial and Eric getting the best grip on my father’s dick (figuratively speaking) to stroke it, Cameron wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me in for a kiss. “Nervous?” He whispers in my ear.
“Very.” I whisper back. “I’ll be on my p’s and q’s tonight.”
“You don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not, Tay.” He pulls back and caresses my cheek. “I want you to be you – all fine, sexy, and good.”
My cheeks are on fire and my eyes widened. We’re still within earshot of our fathers. “Stop it,” I say through gritted teeth.
Cameron kisses me like he doesn’t have a care in the world. “Never.”
Fourteen
The inside of the Page home is just as impressive as the outside. The old money feel is evident with every step and I don’t doubt I’m in a multi-million dollar home. High-vaulted ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a small staff catering to the Pages every whim.
Every room has a diffuser with a small set of essential oils. Every room also has its own scent. The bathrooms smell like sweet orange, lavender, and peppermint. The living room smells like cinnamon, and nutmeg. The bedrooms smell like ylang-ylang.
The library is very much just that. Books upon books stacked in various bookcases. I don’t know if those books are for show or if any of the Pages have read those books. I gather it might be a little of both.
The luxury is showcased throughout every room. One wall has family photos in custom frames that clearly didn’t come from Wal-Mart. Another room is in Asian-inspired décor, with low tables and sofas. Every room has a different theme and I don’t feel like I’m in the same home at any given time. I feel that was the intention.
The estate is so large, there’s a backyard pond and four-car garage. They also have a tennis court because what’s a rich White family without a tennis court or golf course on their property?
The house is pristine, and that’s what really stands out about it. It’s like a museum where you can’t touch anything or you’re afraid you’re going to turn around too fast and knock something expensive over.
As Cameron leads me throughout the home, he speaks of his parents with pride like a proud son. He talks about his mother’s gardening and how she has the freshest spaghetti sauce. He reminisces with laughter about how his father took him swimming and shelled out a lot of money for expensive lessons when he didn’t learn how to kick.
He speaks fondly of his siblings, and there is no underlying anger or stifled emotions. A family truly loves each other despite everything. I’m jealous because I never had that from my mother. I’m resentful that Cameron probably doesn’t realize how great he truly has it.
“So, what do you think?” He asks as we finally stop by one of the bedrooms and it has a 1001 Arabian Nights feel with bold colors and a dark setting. I have to give Heather credit – she definitely has an eye for decorating.
“It’s…” My eyes glance around what is the sixth bedroom in this home. None of the children live there anymore and I honestly don’t see the reason to have all of that space, but rich people problems. “…it’s a lot.”
Cameron nods as if he’s used to the comment. “That’s my parents. They never go small, always big.”
“I see where you get it from,” I look over at him, “is your home this nice?”
“Well, definitely not this big and extravagant. But it’s pretty nice, I think so.” His eyes twinkle for a split moment. “Would you like to see it?”
“I would love to but I came with my father so I have to leave with him.” The thought is disappointing but I wasn’t trying to be in a situation explaining to my father I was going to spend the night with my new boyfriend instead of going back home with him. That would not go over well at all.
“I’ll pick you up later.” He winks at me before he walks over to the window and stares out. “I like your father a lot. He’s a good man.”
I meet Cameron at the window and look down. Our fathers are having beers and conversing about whatever. My father seems to be in a good mood as Eric wildly gesticulates about something. I can’t tell if my father truly likes Eric or if he’s just humoring him because he’s a guest at his home. Maybe both.
“He’s a great man,” I politely correct Cameron as I study the interaction. “He seems to be having a good time.”
“Your father doesn’t fake genuine happiness. Either he feels someone or he doesn’t care.” Cameron continues to study the men. “He’s doing you a favor by being here.”
“A big one.” I mention and Cameron turns to me with a smile.
“He really loves you.” He says as if it’s an assessment, and not just a random thing. “He wouldn’t have bothered to come here if he didn’t.”
There’s a reason Cameron is telling me this, though it’s unclear what exactly. “You’re the first boyfriend I’ve brought home. The first one he knows about. So, it’s a big deal that he’s here.”
Cameron studies my words just like he did with our fathers. “We haven’t been together that long.”
“It doesn’t matter if we’ve been together for years. Daddy wants to know who I’m with and where I’d be at night.” I reply. “He doesn’t trust a lot of people.”
Cameron glances out the window again, facing our fathers. “And if something happens to you, he would know who to blame.” He says it before I could think it.
