Page 3 of Wifey
Yes, I’ll have the Cameron Page. A vanilla latte with shots of bourbon that’ll fuck you up if you keep sipping on it. Smooth, but deadly.“They were anonymous.” I blink the visual out of my head.
“Ah, that’s too bad.” Gabe shrugs. “Maybe they’ll make themselves known one day.”
That is the one thing I definitely do not want to happen. Cameron will need to keep quiet about this forever. Somehow, I don’t think that’ll be a problem. “Yeah, maybe.”
Everything went as normal in the shops. Everyone was happy and there were no problems. It was as if everything that happened within the last 24 hours didn’t even happen. I barely paid attention to the cameras and shrugged it off whenever one of the employees mentioned it.
Shrugging it off was very different from how I felt on the inside. I wondered if Cameron watched me throughout the day. Did he monitor my actions when I was with a male customer? Did he pay close attention to any female customers he might have thought were cute? What was his reaction on the other side?
I get mad at myself for even caring that much.
Two
For the first time in a long while, my home actually smelled like one.
When things were financially bad, I stopped caring about essential oils, and candles. I opted for the cheap dollar store air freshener that reminded me why it only cost a dollar and nothing more.
Now, my home smelled like lavender, lemongrass, and sweet orange. I poured myself a glass of affordable wine and relaxed. The tension between my shoulders dissipated and I felt an unnerving calm for the first time in weeks.
Thanks to Cameron.
My kitchen is filled with groceries and I can’t even see the back of my refrigerator or my cupboards. I gave Alicia a substantial cashier’s check and she was surprised by the dollar amount. She asked me where did the money come from and I wasn’t ashamed to say the same lie I repeated to Gabe:
An angel investor.
Alicia gave me a look that told me she wasn’t sure if she wanted to buy what I was selling but she left it alone for now. If Cameron’s generosity keeps up, I don’t know what else I could tell her other than I started a secret OnlyFans.
As I relax at home, I turn on some indie hood movie as background noise and scroll through IG. I do the standard like and comment on a few photos and leave it. My mind wanders to if Cameron had posted anything lately. I had him on mute so I wouldn’t subject myself to him dating anyone, but I never unfollowed him.
Now I feel like some lovesick groupie going onto her favorite celebrity’s page and hope I don’t get heartbroken over what I see. And of course, like clockwork, I am heartbroken by what I see.
It’s a picture of Cameron leaned against his father’s Aston Martin. He’s wearing jeans and a tight Henley t-shirt that outlines his perfect, lean build. He’s wearing a necklace and a Braves baseball cap.
I was drawn to him, as if he pulled me by some invisible rope. He was a beautiful man, and worst yet, Cameron knew he was. My face blanched as my body heated. My heartbeat quickened as my lips parted so my tongue could refresh them.
The caption kills me:With a little taste of sin.
I immediately know where that comes from – The System’s “Don’t Disturb This Groove.”
I don’t want to look too much into it. Cameron could be just making a random caption. As I scroll through his page, he doesn’t have the same energy for his other photos. In fact, he only made an 80’s song reference one other time and it was directly to me.
What on earth had I gotten myself into?
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“Did you like your gift?”
I recognize Cameron’s deep, cultured voice over the phone. I blocked him a long time ago, but unblocked him just a few hours prior. There was no point in keeping him blocked when he has me on lock.
Knowing Cameron, he could always buy me a new phone if he wanted to.
It’s midnight and prime time for booty call hours. It’s just me and my thoughts in my father’s home, my home. Cameron also knows I’m alone, via the security detail that plays watch outside my home.
“Is there a reason why you’re calling me this late, Page?”
“I wanted to talk to you.” His smooth voice paused, trying to find the words. “About everything. About what happened. About…us.”
I roll my eyes and yawn. It was too fucking late at night for that man to be playing with my feelings yet again. I’d gone through all that before. I was introduced to his staff as the lady of the house as if I was going to be a permanent resident. I didn’t even last one day.
