“Want to tell me about everything that’s bothering you?” Cameron asks me when our date has come to an end.
We’re laying in his bed, winding down after the meltdown I had a while earlier. I exposed that I have a lot going on in my life but never went too far in depth with exactly what was troubling me. It isn’t like I could tell him the whole story, but I could go around it.
“There’s way too many problems to explain them all,” I tell him while I stare up at the ceiling, “But to narrow it down, my friends have been judging me a lot. My friend, whom you met at the mall, she thinks I can do better than working in a bar and I can’t help but be angry with her for the judgement.”
Cameron takes a deep breath and I can see his head turning to look at me in the corner of his eye, “You probably could do better, you know. I can’t argue with that. You’re smart, beautiful, and most of the time you’re a people person. Your friend is right, Olivia.”
I turn on my side to face him, leaning up on my elbow and sighing at his response. He doesn’t get it. Just like Thea doesn’t, “That’s not the point. It isn’t about how good I can do, it’s about what makes me happy... She knows that I love working here, yet, she’s more concerned about where I go after...”
I’m too late stopping myself and Cameron questions me, “Where you go after what?”
My eyes avoid his and I surprise myself with the response I muster up in such short time, “Where I go after you fire me.” I force a laugh, “I had told her about the rough start, not gonna lie, I’ve been waiting for you to fire me for quite some time.”
I’ve managed to dodge the conversation and bring Cameron’s mind to something else, “You’re just too sensitive.”
“Fuck you,” I giggle at his response. Of course he would say that.
Cameron’s lips form a playful smirk, “What I wouldn’t do to fuck you.”
My instinct is to sit up but I can’t keep my face from burning. I find myself laughing but I’m not sure if I find something funny or if I’m just overwhelmed, “Cameron...”
“Can you hold the name calling for later?” He asks me, resting his hand on my back and sliding it around to my front, “You know that I’ve wanted you for a long time, and you’ve never denied wanting me, too. What’s keeping you from just going for it?”
I look over at Cameron who has lust in his eyes and I consider his words. He’s right, I know that he has wanted me and I have wanted him also, but what exactly did he want; me or my body? Ever since Luke, I had become nervous about giving myself to another man. Sex is more than just a good time to me, when I give myself to someone, it’s someone that I trust.
“This isn’t something that I want one time, Olivia. Just so you know,” Cameron sits himself up and his hand moves from my side and rests gently on my knee, “I... I’m not sure how to say this exactly, but I’m... really fond of you.”
“Fond of me?” I try not to laugh at his pathetic way to express emotions.
“Yes... I am attracted to your body and your personality, not just what’s on the outside, okay? So when I make a move on you, it’s as genuine as something could be,” He reassures me. I feel him give my knee a gentle squeeze and he smiles at me, “How about this, I will go tomorrow without letting my eyes to wander. No touching or flirting.”
I can’t help but laugh, “You’re smooth, Cameron. You know I don’t work tomorrow so you have nothing to worry about.”
“You don’t? Damn. Am I lucky, or what?”
I shake my head while laughing and stand from the bed. Once I turn to look at Cameron I notice that he is watching me attentively, not my body, but he looked at my face. I’m not sure what had drawn me to all of these bad things within the past few months, but I liked it. I’ve never been a bold person to step outside of my comfort zone and do exciting things, and Cameron is as exciting as anyone could come.
“I like you, Cameron... I like you a lot and I believe what you’re saying.”
“But?” He asks.
Of course there’s a but. There’s always a but.
“But... I want it to come naturally, I want us to maybe see how we do being around each other outside of work first,” I tell him, hoping that this wouldn’t be a deal break even though it was completely reasonable.
“This may come as a surprise to you, but I can handle not getting sex,” Cameron jokes before placing his hands on my waist and pulling me closer to him which causes a squeak to escape my lips, “Can I still kiss you?”
I nod my head while biting my lip gently, “Please.”
As Cameron falls back onto his bed, he pulls me with him. His lips collide with mine and within seconds we’re having a full on make out session on his bed. It’s a weird situation when I thought about the things I’m keeping from Cameron, but I can’t help but get caught up in the moment and forget all of those things as soon as we kiss.
I watch from the bed as Cameron pulls his shirt on over his head. Unfortunately for us, we can’t stay in bed kissing all day, but in some way this seemed like a new beginning for us. A fresh start and possibly a new direction.
We’re we officially dating? I’m not sure exactly what Cameron wants, but it seemed that way when we were talking earlier.
“Cam?” A voice echoed through the empty bar, a female’s voice, of course.
I look at Cameron with a brow raised, “Another booty call?”
“Come on, Olivia.” He rolls his eyes at me, “It’s my sister.”
I suddenly remembered Cameron talking about his sister, the reason he was away for a few days to take her to therapy or something. Based on what I heard, his sister is damaged and even he doesn’t know how to fix her.
“Kidding,” I grin at him, half meaning it while the other half told me that it was completely possible for Cameron to have a booty call when I left.
“Cam?” His sister called out again and I could hear footsteps coming towards the door, “I really need to talk to you.”
I suddenly freeze when I recognize the voice. It sounded familiar from the moment she first spoke, but the closer she came to the door and spoke again, it hit me.
Oh my goodness. Cameron’s sister is Roxy. The Roxy that I go to school with, the same Roxy whom I had left at school and refused a ride to. Just when I thought things couldn’t get more fucked up, this happens.
“I’ll be right out!” Cameron called out to her before he turned to look at me, “I’d offer to introduce you too, but she has a lot going on and meeting new people doesn’t necessarily help.”
“That’s totally fine. Honestly, I’m not a fan of meeting people either so lets just give it some time...” I don’t hesitate to avoid ‘meeting’ Roxy, I know that the moment she sees me that everything will be exposed for what it really is. For who I really am.
Cameron places his hand on the lower part of my back, “I’ll walk you to your car and come back to talk to her, alright?”
I take a step back, refusing to leave his bedroom, “Or I could wait here and you can come back when you’re done.”
He seems confused, looking at the door then back at me, “I don’t know how long this will be.”
“It’s okay. I just... I don’t know, I was hoping to stay the night,” I tell him. I had zero intentions on actually staying the night but I had to come up with something fast to avoid everything that would implode on me.
Cameron chuckles and scratches the back of his head, “You know I can’t say no to that. I’ll try to be quick, make yourself at home, okay?”
He leans down and presses his lips on mine, giving me a long lasting kiss that could give me chills over and over again. As he steps back I have no words that I could possibly say in this moment, instead, I just stare at his gorgeous face and watch him leave the room.
No matter how badly I wanted to escape this situation, I wasn’t able to. Cameron’s room had no windows, it was supposed to be a storage room for the bar and it was never intended to have someone living there. My only hope was to hide out here and hope that Cameron wouldn’t become spontaneous and bring Roxy back here.
How did I manage to dig myself deeper and deeper into this mess? I could easily have my own reality show that could potentially have more drama than Keeping Up With The Kardashians. The only difference, everything they did on their show was completely legal. I wouldn’t get through one episode of my life without having someone arrested or hurt.