Over the next hour, we finish what we came to do. Cameron pulls out a burner phone that he had stashed away, sending out a text to someone who I can only assume would be Zack, who I’ve learned over the past few weeks is a cleaner, hacker and part of some Motorcycle club. The dude sounds fucking terrifying, and Igenuinely hope that I never have to meet him. Cameron smiles as we finish up and head back to his car.
We just killed someone, and I don’t feel the slightest bit bad about it.
Chapter 35
False Confidence
Cameron
Ilook towards Leyla as she stands at the stove, the smell of bacon sneaking its way through the house. Since having Leyla move in, we’ve fallen into this routine, and even the woman who swore up and down that she would never be the one to cook, is standing at my stove, wearing my “kiss the chef” apron, her red hair tied up in a ponytail.
It’s been six months since she moved in with me and I honestly wouldn’t change it for a thing.
“What do we have on the books today, baby?” She turns her head towards me, a soft smile on her face that makes her radiate more than the morning sun. I almost don’t respond because I’m so enamored with my girl.
“Huh? Oh, we’ve got a meeting with Alex today about nailing down some final loose ends with the program. I think we’re meetingher at the diner at…” I look down at my phone, scrolling through our calendar. “Four-thirty. Which meaaaans.” A devilish grin forms on my face, as she lets out a pained groan.
“You’re relentless.” Her sing-songy voice lilts through the somewhat noisy kitchen, but it floats above it all.
I can’t help but laugh. “Fine, fine. I was gonna head by the storage locker for some last-minute work if you’d like to join me?” I can’t help but sit at our little island, just truly in awe of this woman. Leyla plates up the bacon, eggs and what looks to be like a hash brown casserole, which I watched her pull out of the oven with ease. “This all smells delicious baby, thank you for making breakfast.”
She sets the plates out and I watch with rapt attention. This woman is so fucking incredible, I can’t help but have the dumbest smirk on my face. Leyla sits down next to me, and I lean over and kiss her cheek as I take a bite of the food she prepared. She looks at me through her thick lashes, a sinful smirk on her face.
“I hope you like it! I worked really,reallyhard on it.”
I stab some food onto my fork and shovel it into my mouth. The immediate taste of burnt bacon overtakes my tastebuds. I let out a quick cough and plaster a smile on my face. “W-Wrong pipe!” I quickly try to cover up the intense overly spiced flavors that attack my mouth.
Her face looks so hopeful, and I don’t have it in me to hurt her feelings. Maybe the hashbrowns are going to be better, so I take another bite this time of those and somehow, they are both under and overcooked at the same time. I chew carefully with a smile on my face. “Wow, baby, you’re fucking amazing, is there anything you can’t do?” I take a sip of my coffee and silently thank the gods for the reprieve from whatever the hell she just made for me.
“You like it?!” She gleams so brightly towards me, the pride beaming off of her. “I was so nervous that you wouldn’t like it. It’s my first time making it!”
“No, Cherry, you’re fucking amazing. I’m so proud of you.” Never once actually saying that it was her food that was good, one less mark on my soul, a small diversion, but one that I know she needs.
Leyla smiles as she goes to take a bite of her creation, and her face instantly falls, as she spits out the food right back onto her plate.
“That’s fucking terrible!”she squeals as she chugs her water, trying to get the taste out of her mouth. “Cameron Michael Curtis! You fucking liar!” She playfully hits my chest, losing my balance as I nearly fall off the stool, catching myself on the counter before I do.
“Hey! That was uncalled for! I never lied!” I’m trying my absolute hardest to not lose my absolute shit in a fit of laughter. I can’t tell if she’s upset or also trying to keep it together too. “I saidyou’reamazing…this is…“ I hold up the poorly cooked hashbrown casserole and give out an exasperated chuckle.
“It’s absolute crap! Oh my god! How can I ever believe you again?!” Leyla’s face is both upset and sympathetic. “I’ll order us food– I’m literally so sorry.” She tries to take my plate away and toss it in the trash and I grab her wrist, my voice taking a dark tone.
“I’m not done eating.” Realizing that she thinks that she messed up does something to my heart. This woman has turned me so soft, and with a sort of defiance that I know I’ll regret, I take another bite of her food.
“Oh my god! Cameron, please! This is literally not edible!” Her pleading voice fills me with such joy, that old Cameron would never have thought that he would have deserved.
“No, you worked so hard to make this.” I motion to the set up of all the food in front of us with my free hand, my other around her wrist.
“Baby, you don’t have to prove anything to me, I know that I made all of this for you but I’m almost certain that if you eat anymore of this you will literally die from undercooked eggs or something.” She presses her entire body up against me, gently kissing along my jaw; the kiss is tender enough to be an apology all on its own.
“I love you so much, Cameron, but I am asking you to please not eat this. Don’t make me beg you,” her voice vibrating against my cheek. I let out a soft laugh and turn towards her and gently place a kiss on her soft lips.
“I love you too. Plus, I think I know the best way you can make it up to me.” My brow quirking as she looks down at my straining cock, my gray sweatpants pitched with the clear reaction to what my girl does to me. “Do you see what you do to me, Cherry? How is a man supposed to survive when just looking at you has me fucking at attention instantly.”
Leyla tips her head back, a true and gentle laugh escaping from my girl’s lips. “Oh my god, Cameron.”
“On your knees, baby girl.” My voice is dark and gravelly, as my hands help guide her down. Looking down at Leyla as she drops to her knees instantly, her eyes wide and her body ready like the good little slut she is for me.
Her eager hands are pulling at the waistband of my pants, I help her out and the pants fall around my ankles. My cock springing up pressing up against my stomach. She licks her delicious lips as she takes me in as if it’s a meal she can’t wait for. Her teeth bite into her pillowy lower lip, as she looks up at me. Precum already forming at the head of my cock.
