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The donation doesn’t feel like Cameron’s work, but it has Cameron connected to it.
Eight
The benefit is over and I’m heading home. We sold out of coffee and all of the pastries. Most importantly, we gave back to the community. I kept my Daddy’s giving spirit alive and well and I couldn’t have been more proud.
It was a huge success all around and I should happy. I should be heading home and about to celebrate with some Haagen-Dazs and top it off with a new vibrator I just bought. I should pretend not to think of Cameron as I masturbate, when I damn well know I will be.
Instead, I’m full of questions and I don’t know if I’ll get answers. Furthermore, I don’t know if I’ll get the answers I want. Why was the person anonymous and why did they donate such a huge amount from the shop? It makes no sense.
Everyone knew how generous Daddy was to the community and he often gave back. He made it a point to hire college students and those who were down on their luck. If someone just got out of prison, Daddy was the first to offer them a job and taught them how to make coffee.
He’d always believed in the redemption of others, even if it was risking himself look like a fool. Daddy would rather look like an idiot who gave someone a second chance and they blew it, than to look like an ass for not giving them a chance at all.
Once I close up the shop, I’m immediately on the phone. I know who to call and would clarify everything. He knows more about what happened tonight than anyone and it’s time he speaks up. The moment I dial his number, he picks up on the second ring.
“Angel,” Cameron’s voice purrs over the phone, and my thighs tingle. “How are you, baby?”
“I’m good.” My body remembers his tongue on my pussy and I clear my throat. “I just finished the benefit and I’m about to head home now.”
“I saw it was a success.” I can hear his smile. “You looked absolutely ravishing tonight.”
My throat is parched and I’m suddenly stammering. “Th-th-thank you.” I let out a small breath. “You watched it?”
“I did.” Cameron replies. “A few friends had family members performing so I watched to support. I also donated some money to the cause.”
“Speaking of which, did you donate that money on behalf of Fresh Espresso?” I ask. “I should’ve been given a heads-up.”
“I didn’t and I would’ve told you if I did.” He replies and I’m even more confused. “I noticed it was a very generous amount.”
“A little too generous.” My tongue snarks before I had a chance to correct it. “I don’t have that kind of capital.”
“Yes, you do. You just don’t want to use it.” He notes.
I ignore the biting remark. Cameron wants me to be a part of his lifestyle and while I’m tempted, I just can’t see myself wrapped up in anyone’s drug game no matter how amazing his tongue is. “I’m going home tonight.”
“Packing, I hope.” He says. “You’re still moving in this weekend.”
“What am I supposed to do about my Daddy’s…” I stop myself. I still refer to the house as my dad’s even though he’s been gone for over a year now. I guess it’ll always be my Daddy’s house in some way. “…what am I supposed to about the house? Just abandon it?”
“Did you want to keep it? Rent it out? Sell it? You have plenty of choices, angel. I just want you here with me.”
I want to be with Cameron, too, but I feel like I’m abandoning my community doing that. Funny enough, the danger of being with Cameron isn’t as strong as it used to be. “Yeah, for how long? Until I voice my opinion on something else I don’t like and you tell me to take my ass to bed again?”
“I thought we agreed you won’t know anything because it was better for both of us. You don’t need to know what I’m doing and it wouldn’t benefit you anyway.” He reassured. “I don’t want you to get involved in what I do.”
“You best believe I won’t.” I turn the corner and arrive at my home. I open the garage and immediately notice something off. The door separating the garage and the house is open. Maybe I left it open when I was in a hurry to get to the benefit. “I’m going to sleep here tonight. My house.”
“Are you sure? You can stay with me tonight.” He quietly moans and I feel weak. “I promise I won’t keep you up too much tonight.”
The last time I spent the night with Cameron, I found how much stamina he truly has. I was sore for a week. Coupled on top with the fact it was the same week I broke up with Cameron and I was even more irritated that time.
Every movement I made reminded me on how he put it down and why I had to stay away. “And that’s why I need to stay home.” I park the car and turn it off. I gather up my bag and other items as I exited the car. “I’m fine here. You have the officers coming over later, right?”
“They should be there in an about an hour.” Cameron replies. “But I can always call them off and you can just stay here.”
“Or I can just stay where I’m at and…” My voice drops as I realize what I’m looking at. The house is fine from my point of view, but the office door is wide open. That door is always closed.
I walk over to the office and my feet feel like cement blocks. Frames are broken, the furniture is shredded and torn up with stuffing on the floor, and everything is ruined. I looked around and see an array of papers everywhere.
