Page 4 of Wifey
Just when I thought about taking him back, there was a shootout in front of my face with Cameron being trigger-happy.
I should’ve sent him a bill for all of the therapy sessions I had to go through. “Page…”
He knew what the reason was. He’d missed me. I missed him. A lot. Too much. More than I wanted to admit. He wanted to keep his corners and our life separate, thinking he could do that with me. I quickly let him know not by words, but also by my famed disappearing act, I wasn’t for the bullshit.
“Baby …” He called me by my nickname and I gave him the faintest sigh over the phone. He knew that nickname made me weak and I would at least hear him out. That was really what he wanted. He just wanted me to listen. “I’m going to take care of you, Tay. You never have to worry about anything while you’re with me.”
“I never have to worry about anything,” The words spit out of my mouth. I’m wide awake now. I adjusted the bonnet on my head. “As long as I look the other way.”
“That’s not true. It was a lot to handle and I…” He blew out a harsh breath and had to face reality. “…I was a dick.”
“You got that right.” I yawned.
“I’m sorry for everything and I want you back.”
Silence. Nothing was said. Cameron wasn’t even sure if I was still awake. I can tell he was about to say something until the sounds of pouring water then a ubiquitous flush. “I had to pee,” I stated.
“Thank you for clearing that up. I was confused by the toilet flushing.” He replied to my soft giggle. My heart thumped as I remembered our banter. Whatever smart-ass remark I had, he would counter with another one. He would crack the most random jokes until I fell out into laughter.
We were peanut butter and jelly. We were mac and cheese. And then we were nothing.
“Excuse me for a moment.” I turned on the water and washed my hands, softly counting to 30. I dried them off on the towel but finished on the boxer shorts.Hisboxers.
I remembered when I rummaged through his walk-in closet, the size of a small boutique. I could tell he wasn’t home very much based on how things were organized. It wasn’t that it was a horrible mess, but it wasn’t rather clean, neither. It was just there.
“Oh, I need to fix this.” I said as Cameron chuckled behind me.
He wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed your temple. “Do whatever you want to do to it, baby. This house is yours now.”
“Oh, I’m going to do a lot.” I briefly looked around. Cameron was a Mama’s Boy and a very proud one. His Mama clearly left him alone to do whatever he wished to his home. It was very much bro and not enough womanly touch.
I smiled as the memory faded in the background. That was only a year ago. Things went so wrong so quickly. Did I expect too much? I was not enough?
“Are you still there, Page?” I softly asked.
“I’m here,” he sighed, “I was just waiting for you.”
I felt my heart sigh and adjusted my position on the bed. “It’s pretty late there.”
“It’s midnight.”
“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked. “Anxiety?”
“You could say that. I’ve been thinking about you a lot.” A pause. “More than I’m comfortable sharing.” Another pause. “I want you back, baby.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s nice.”
Cameron should’ve been surprised with the coldness in my reply, but he wasn’t. He did hurt me and I had every right to be on my guard. I could be rather flippant when I wanted to and act like nothing ever happened.
He told me that was something I needed to correct so I didn’t lock people out of my life. I told him I would work on it because I knew it was a problem. So, what did he do in return? The very thing that would guarantee I would become distant.
Cameron had his work cut out for him.
“Talk to me, baby.” He purred and I gave the faintest of moans in response. He was warming me up. He knew how to work me so I could listen. Whatever happened at the end of the conversation was up to the universe.
“I know what you do, Cam. It’s not easy for me to turn the cheek to this. I can’t pretend I’m okay with whatever you do. I can’t be okay I have no idea why you’re traveling to another country or a sudden visit to New York.” Everything is flooding back to me and I feel like I’m drowning.
We made an impromptu trip to New York for my birthday. While we were there, Cameron took me to a fancy jewelry shop where he disappeared for close to an hour. In exchange for my silence, Cameron bought a diamond bracelet that had the same price tag of a Mercedes.
