Page 28 of Wifey
Twelve
6 P.M. rolled around and I couldn’t wait to leave Fresh Espresso. Once I closed everything down and made the drop-off to the bank, I raced back to Cameron’s and got ready for the date.
I have to remind myself it’s no longer Cameron’s home, but mine as well. Would I have access to everything? Am I not allowed in certain rooms? How would the staff treat me? Just as important as Cameron or less than?
So many questions to get used to a lifestyle I thought I would never be a part of.
Once I arrive home, the gates slowly open for me. I wait to see if any security come out, but they don’t appear. Maybe that was only a request from Cameron for special circumstances.
Pulling up to the front door, I see the security parked outside of the door. One man opens my door and gets in to drive my car off around the corner. Another helps me up the stairs. “Finesse will meet you at the restaurant. The car will be ready for you in an hour.” He nods at me.
Sweet and succinct.
I race upstairs, only to find Cameron’s door locked. I remembered what he showed me between lovemaking sessions about signing into his bedroom. I didn’t have my hand scanned yet by the security, so I would need to use a special passcode just for me.
A wide smile formed on my face as I remembered how it came to be the night before.
We stood outside his bedroom door wearing nothing but a long, bed sheet between us. I was grateful his security ignored us or it would’ve been a rather embarrassing sight. “Choose one only you would know. You could tell me if you want.” He smiled. “But I don’t have to know it.”
“But wouldn’t you find out it was me, anyway?” I asked. “You keep track of who’s in and out of this room at any given time.”
“I would know it was you but I wouldn’t know your passcode.” He promised.
“Okay, then. Turn around.” After Cameron turned around, I chose a passcode that was easy and quickly came to me:
Lamont.
“There.” I announced as Cameron turned around. “I’m done.”
“Okay, try it.” Cameron suggested and I did. It worked. “Great.” He picked me up and carried me inside. “Let’s continue with our night.”
I entered the passcode and the door unlocked on the first try. I wasted no time getting ready. After my shower, I go into the closet and try to find something sexy that would bring Cameron to his knees. I choose a sexy red halter dress with a slit thigh and topped it off with heels. Diamond earrings and jewelry compliment my look.
I spritz some perfume before I walk downstairs and am greeted by an older White man conversing with Tesh. He’s smiling and laughing, and obvious a little sweet on Tesh because she’s giggling like a schoolgirl.
He finally turns his attention to me with a huge smile. “You must be Taylor. I’m Daryn, Cameron’s driver and yours for the night. Are you ready to go, milady?”
Daryn is an older White man with an average build and hairstyle that says he’ll provide the sports report at 11. He had a fine, tanned face with wrinkles that gives him a distinguished look. He looks like the type of man who would always appreciate a beautiful woman no matter her race, and still occasionally pines for younger days.
Oddly enough, he reminds me of Daddy. “I’m ready.”
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Daryn is driving a Rolls Royce Ghost and I just about melted into the seats. A glass of chilled champagne awaited me in the backseat and he’s playing John Coltrane. It’s not a long drive from home to the restaurant, but it’s the most relaxing.
“How are you doing, Ms. Taylor?” Daryn asks.
“I’m doing well, Daryn. Thank you.” I smile back at him. “How was your day?”
“It was very well. A little busy with the deliveries and pick-ups, but everyone got what they needed and in a timely manner so it all worked out.” He nods.
I already know what packages Daryn is referring to without asking. He seems like the type to only talk when needed and not to listen to how he sounds. “How long have you worked for Cameron?” I asked.
“Since he was a teen,” Daryn replies. Daryn has to be somewhere in his fifties and Cameron is barely flirting with 30. “I’ve been with him for a while.”
The mental math tells me Darryn has been loyal to Cameron for almost a decade, if not longer. “How did you two meet?”
Daryn laughs. “I was a tow truck driver. He had a flat in an old Mercedes he used to drive. One night, he had a busted tire. He tried to change it and even the replacement wasn’t that great. So, he called for a lift and I answered the call.” He shakes his head. “Very nice, very gracious. I deal with many people from the very rich to the really poor. The poor are always grateful because they never know when their next meal is coming. The rich already have everything so they can get hella snappy with you in a moment. Finesse was never like that.
