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My body became rigid as my knuckles turned white as I gripped the oak desk. The moans left my mouth nonstop as Cameron kept licking me, making me beg.
“Cameron…” I panted. “…please…” My breath came out in harsh, animalistic groans. His tongue flicked against my clit and my legs began to tremble. My feet curled into tight balls within my high heels as heat rose in my belly.
The orgasm was quick, hard, and rippled through my entire body.“Cameron, oh fuck…”I screamed his name as I climaxed all over his tongue.
Cameron gives a sexy chuckle and kisses the inside of my thighs before he stood back up. I see the obvious outline of his hardened cock in his slacks but he’s not getting undressed or pulling it out.
He removes my panties from my ankle and stuffs them in his pocket. He straightens his tie and helps me off the desk. “You’re moving in this weekend.” He looks into my eyes, caressing my lips with his fingers. “Just to be clear, it’s not a request.”
Six
I don’t know why I thought I would be coherent after what just happened.
After the bank trip and the more shocking visit to Cameron, I went to a park and just sat in solitude. I needed to think about my life and what the hell I was doing. What the hell was I doing?
Cameron wanted me to move in in just a few days. That gave me enough time to pack what I needed and leave what I don’t. I don’t know what I’m going to do with Daddy’s home but I’ll think of something. Maybe it’ll stay within the family somehow. I can’t imagine selling it like I did with his cars.
What disturbed me was how quickly I got used to the treatment by Cameron’s staff. It was another level of respect that only came with being associated with Cameron. I had security, money at my disposal, and access to wealth I couldn’t even imagine.
The only exchange is that I have to give up any morals I may have.
It’s a horrible conundrum and I finally understand why so many people don’t like capitalism. For it to exist, someone have to be in poverty otherwise, it wouldn’t work. For Cameron to get his massive wealth, someone would have to be addicted. No other way.
I was so lost in what I was thinking, I missed my exit and had to take the long way. I don’t know why I even entertained going to the shops at all. What I really need to do is go home and think about my life choices.
The bank was going to deny my loan regardless of my credit. Race may have played a role, but Cameron and I knew he was the biggest reason. He controlled damn near every corner and he wanted to make sure I knew about the power he had.
The route home gave me time to think and process about everything. Cameron came clean about some of his activities. Well, sort of. I still don’t know everything and I honestly don’t want to. It’s better I don’t.
Now I need to reconcile with my brain getting involved with Cameron will be good for me in the long-term. I can set aside his drug business and think about the much bigger picture – his family.
No matter how much I can ignore it, I know people will connect the dots when they see Cameron make regular visits. Cameron’s father is about as conservative as one can be. He’s never come out and said anything blatantly racist, but I’m not a fool.
Conservative politicians never bode well with Black folks and for good reason. Every rule, every policy, every catchy tagline they have, it’s because we’re in the back of the minds.
They love the Second Amendment but have a problem whenwehave those guns, too. They’re against abortion but only when it comes tothem. They don’t believe in welfare forus, but have no issue iftheyhave it. They always say they want an equal playing field, but honestly, theydon’t.
My father didn’t have an issue with anyone and he was very active within his community. His coffee shop was all about celebrating Black excellence through trials and triumphs, never forgetting where we came from.
Would I really be okay Eric Page would ultimately be a part of my father’s legacy? Even my father saw through him.
They’re nice people, but I’m not sure if they’re good people.
Daddy’s words still ring true a year later.
It’s not an issue of whether I think I’m selling out because I know I’m not. It’s an issue of if and when Cameron gets caught by the Feds, am I going to be collateral damage as well? Why wouldn’t they raid the shops or my home?
I’ll worry about all of that another time. As I pulled up to my home, I noticed Alicia’s car was parked in front of it. She stood by the front door and was on her phone when she saw me. She quickly put her phone away and greeted me by my car.
“Hey, Taylor!” She flashed his beautiful smile. “I’m glad you’re here!”
“Um, yeah.” I parked the car and turned off the engine. I get out of the car and lean against it. It’s not unusual to see Alicia at the house, but it’s a little weird she’s here without any notice. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah! I didn’t see you at either shop so I decided to pop in and do a welfare check on you.” She nodded with some concern in her eyes. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Oh, I’m fine. I just had to take care of some business at the bank.” I’m deliberately leaving the Cameron visit out. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Alicia replies. “I just decided to pop in. Your phone kept going straight to voicemail so I wondered if everything was fine here.”
