Page 32 of Wifey
His breath became shallower as he began to thrust his hips, driving his cock inside my mouth, fucking it. Cameron panted and moaned, pulling my hair to the side as he watched his cock go in and out of my needy mouth.
“Taylor…” His voice was harsh and he tightened his grip on my head. “…I’m about to come, baby.”
He came hard and fast in my mouth and I struggled to take all of it. I still milked him with my mouth as his cock wildly jerked inside of me. His body shuddered as he moaned my name over and over, a sign of defeat that I got him in a manner no one else was able to.
I cleaned him off as much as I could and was surprised Cameron’s cock was still hard. He was capable of fucking me in the backseat and would’ve done so had Daryn not turned the corner leading up to his home.
I adjusted my gown as Cameron tucked his cock back inside his slacks. He caressed my cheek before he kissed it. “Thank you.” His lips feathered my earlobe and I giggled.
Fourteen
The next morning greeted me with a surreality I was trying to digest. Cameron was soundly asleep in bed and I hated leaving him at predawn, but I still had responsibilities and the shop. I couldn’t stop everything because of the undercurrent danger.
Work flew by and it wasn’t a dull moment at the shop. Coffee flowed. The customers came in excited and left satisfied. There were no more surprise visits from the Atlanta P.D. and I was thankful. Hopefully, the worst was behind us.
Even I knew that was bullshit.
Still, I didn’t stop the show. It was bad enough the Atlanta P.D. knew my connection to Cameron. It meant I was going to be watched more and so was the shop. It also meant the employees were going to be watched as well.
The thought of the innocent employees – some who have been at the shop longer than I have been alive – under surveillance made me physically ill. They didn’t deserve to be caught up in anyone’s crap, especially mine.
I needed to make it right for everyone. They were almost cut due to the pandemic and it took me a while to get in the green. I’m still breaking even now, though things are a little better. Cameron’s assistance helped out a lot and I shuddered to think of asking him for help. I know he would in a heartbeat, but I also hate the money I’m going to ask is drug money.
I know helping out my employees would be money laundering and I’m not stupid to think otherwise. If I can help them out more, I would need to put emotions aside. I don’t consider myself Robin Hood but in this instance, I might have to be.
“Hey Ms. Alicia!” I greeted her at Fresh Espresso when she entered the shop. My father’s former girlfriend and attorney greeted me with a smile. Alicia was an older Black woman with grey locs and an attitude that always suggested she just came back from vacation, even if she didn’t go anywhere.
“Ms. Taylor,” Alicia’s voice is like warm tea, “I need to speak with you. I’ll take the Janet Jackson with a quinoa salad.”
“You got it.” I get Alicia’s tea ready for her. I tell another employee to set aside one salad for Alicia as I head to the back office. “Let’s talk.” Alicia follows me to the office and I close the door behind us. “What’s up, Ms. Alicia?”
“Just checking in to see how you’re doing and holding up,” she sits down on a chair and sets her messenger bag on another chair. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything is good,” I nod. “It’s been crazy and hectic but it’s good.”
“Good to hear.” Alicia warmly smiles at me. Her eyes become contemplative and the smile quickly disappears. She leans forward and grasps her hands. “I need to talk to you about some information I just learned the other day. You know, Ethan Underwood? The detective? He called me with some news about your father’s killer.”
“He died.” I answered.
Alicia’s face dropped and she sat back. “You already knew.”
“Ethan told me yesterday.” I contemplate about more of Ethan’s visit but I decided it was in my best interest not to say anything. I’m becoming exceptionally good at keeping secrets. “He came by the shop to let me know.”
“Did he ask any questions about the death?” Alicia asked. “I know the guy died in a pretty horrible fashion.”
“No, just the manner he died and if I knew anything.” I shrug. “I told him I didn’t even know he died until Ethan said something.”
“Yeah, that’s what I told him as well.” Alicia replied. She paused for a moment and continued. “Ethan mentioned your association with the Page family, namely Cameron.”
I felt a weird betrayal by Ethan, even if Cameron co-signed everyone knowing about our relationship. It was a lovely little secret between us and it feels like my spot is being blown up little by little. “Yes.”
“I know who you date is your business, baby girl, but the Page family have a reputation in Atlanta. The wife, Heather, is friendly enough but she ignores many things and feigns ignorance every chance she gets. Eric is too busy dipping his dick inside every hot piece of ass to care that much. I don’t know too much about the other two children, but I heard whispers about Cameron for years. I’m sure your father heard those same whispers.” Alicia looks away and lets out a small sigh before she turns her attention back towards me. “Did Ethan tell you about what he knows of Cameron?”
“He told me some things but I still don’t know anything. It’s not like Cameron would admit to any of it, either.” Lying has also become exceptionally easy and I’m unnerved at how well I do all of it.
“Cameron is rumored to be a drug dealer, Taylor. Actually, more than that; he’s rumored to be the biggest one in all of Atlanta. Some might say it’s a silly rumor and others might say it’s the truth. I think the truth is somewhere in the middle.” Worry crosses Alicia’s face and she doesn’t attempt to hide it. “I know you’re a smart girl, Taylor, and you have a good head on your shoulders. Cameron may be a nice guy who buys you nice things, but there is something about him that is unsettling and I can’t put my finger on it. Your father was happy you two weren’t together, even if he didn’t express it to you. It has nothing to do with his race or his father. He got wind of Cameron’s “activities” and was worried sick you were going to be involved in something dangerous.”
Alicia said a mouthful but I was only focused on one thing. “Who told him?”
