Two Faced Lover - Episode 22
*** CAMERON'S POV
I stare at her.
My breathing coming out ragged and shallow.
My eyes involuntarily move to her bare belly, resting on the huge scar that covered her entire belly.
I hiss, running a shaking hand through my hair, releasing it from the ponytail in the process as it falls over my face and down my shoulders.
But I couldn't care less right now. I'm angry.
Who could have done this to her?.
No one deserves to be treated like this.
It doesn't matter If she always gets on my nerves, she still doesn't deserve it.
"Answer me Skylar"
"And do not tell me it's nothing or just a tiny scar because that looks like it was done intentionally"
Like I expected, she doesn't reply.
She just keeps her bead bowed, fisting the bedsheets tightly as she bites her lip.
I let out a sigh, feeling beyond frustrated and helpless.
Why do I feel this way?.
Why do I feel like punching something right now to curb my rising anger.
Why do I want to so badly haunt whoever did this to her whether accidentally or not and beat the shit out of them?.
Why do I feel like commiting murder right now would make me feel so good?.
Damn it Cameron, what's happening to you? A choked sob cuts through my thoughts and I look up to see her shoulders shaking violently.
Damn It, she's crying?.
Of course she is . What do I do? I sit by her on the bed, wondering what to do.
I've never been good at handling crying girls..
"Skylar I didn't mean to upset you
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The air is suddenly knocked out of my lungs when she throws herself at me, wrapping one arm around me, burying her face in my chest as her sobs increase, tears staining my shirt.
I stiffen at the unfamiliarity yet warmness radiating off her touch.
I've never hugged anyone this close for years now.
Sure, I do have numerous one night stands but I never cuddle.
It was always just banging and then I'm out.
But this right now?.
Feels weird yet warm.
I clench my fist wondering if I should hug her back.
Involuntarily my arms move on their own accord, resting on her back. She continues to cry.
I let her.
"P..please don't ask me Cameron. I..c..can't tell you.. I..it hurts to talk about it.. Please!"
She cries, sending my chest heavy with worry.. I can feel her shaking violently with tears.
Oh God, what at all has she been through?.
Is her cheeful and talkative attitude just a front she puts on for the world? Just like me?
"I'm sorry. I won't ever ask you about this again. But please stop crying. I'm sorry"
I pat her back.
She doesn't reply.
Her arm loosens around me.
I pull away slightly from her only for her to slump onto the bed.
My hand shoots out to hold her head so it doesn't hit the headboard.
I ease her onto the bed.. She's fainted.
I wipe the tears from her face slowly, relishing in the softness and smoothness of her skin.
The door opens suddenly, snapping me back to reality as I snatch my hand way from her face..
"Hey Cam. Sean fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed. The boy must be pretty exhausted.."
He pauses when his eyes land on Skylar.
"Oh.. Guess the mother fell asleep too"
"She passed out"
I correct him as he steps fully into the room.
"I...I saw a burn mark on her belly. A mark caused by a hot iron to be precise. I suddenly started to think about worst things. That she'd been abused. I questioned her, she started to cry, begging me not to ask her about her past and then she just passed out"
"It must have been pretty serious then"
I just nod, unable to keep my gaze away from her.
There doorbell rang just then.
"I'll go get it"
Julian says as he exits.. I sigh.
He returns later with a nurse.
"Good evening my name is Betty King"
"We've been expecting you. Please check on her. She just passed out"
I say to the nurse as I get up from the bed, allowing her space to work.
She nods and then goes to work, listening to Skylar's heartbeat with the stethoscope, checking her vital signs, doing all the things nurses do and then gives her an injection.
She then proceeds to set up a drip, hanging it on a small nail sticking out of the wall.
Done she turns to me, handing me a bag of drip.
"Once this drip gets finished please connect this immediately. It should be enough to take her through the night. Just pull out the I.V and connect it to the bag like this"
she explains showing me how it's done.
"I've given her an injection too. She'll probably sleep through the entire night. I'll come by in the morning"
"Thank you" "You're welcome"
"I'll escort you out"
Julian follows her out, leaving me to my thoughts.
The first thing that greets me the moment I blink my eyes open was the completely dim room, making it difficult to tell what time of the day it was. I sigh.
The door opens just then and Cameron strolls in, shirtless and holding a tray of sandwiches and steaming green tea.
Damn it! My mouth waters.
How could someone look so effortlessly hot and s*xy? How would it feel like to wake up every morning with him holding a tray of breakfast, shirtless and his hair falling over his shoulders as he kisses me good morning? I wonder.
he greets setting the food on my lap.
"Uh. Good morning.. Wait.. Morning?"
Just how long have I been asleep?
"Yes morning. You passed out last night so the nurse had to give you an injection to make you sleep through the night".
I passed out?.. The last thing I recall was Cameron demanding answers about my scars.
And then.. I.. I broke down crying.
I hugged him too.. I think I must have passed out after that.
I bite my lip, suddenly feeling embarrassed for crying in front of him like that.
"Eat up. You need to have your medicines"
his smooty voice cuts through my thoughts.
Nodding, I take a sip of the tea and bite into the sandwich.
"Sorry if it doesn't taste good. My house help only comes on weekends so I prepared it myself"
he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
My heart stupidly swells. No one has ever prepared me breakfast before. Cameron reaches out, grand my wounded arm softly before tugging off the IV I hadn't realised was there from my hand. I wince..
"Sorry. The drip is finished so I had to remove it"
I say and he nods before getting up to leave.. Dropping the sandwich, I reach out, grabbing his wrist to stop him.
I feel him stiffen under my touch.
He doesn't move away.
He just turns to face me, an unreadable expression on his face.
"I'm sorry.. For last night. I didn't want you to see me like that."
"Don't be sorry Skylar. I should be apologising instead for asking you such personal questions. There's nothing to be sorry about."
"Thank you...I mean it. Thank you "
"You're welcome Skylar"
My lips curl into a smile involuntarily.
"Soooo...you know my name?"
I ask and he rolls his eyes.
"How did you know my name? You asked my son? You could have just asked me for my name like any gentleman would"
"And the annoying girl is back. Glad to know the accident didn't affect your brain" he sighs dramatically.
"And the ever annoying, irritating Mr chocolate eyes is back"
I reply sarcastically. He chuckles with a shake if his head.
"Get some rest girl. You need it"
"Do not call me girl!"
I snap just as he shuts the door, his laughter echoing far away.
A smile plays the corners of my lips as I lean back, sighting mh cell phone on the beside table immediately.
There was a charger connected to it.
At least Mr chocolate eyes charged my phone for me. Unplugging it, I check through my call log to see several missed calls from Mr Park.. I frown.
I can never escape him no matter where I am can I? Sighing, I dial hos number. It doesn't take long before he answers it.
"Speak" he commands. Wow, nice way to greet someone.
"Everything is going well"
I say, knowing perfectly well that's why he was calling.
"Good. Perfect. Where are you?"
I can almost hear his cynical smile
"In his home"
"Perfect. Perfect. You managed to get into his home. I knew you were my best spy. Now do not waste time. Snoop around. Look for anything in his room. Something you think will be useful to me. Got it?"
"Yes Sir"... I pause when I feel eyes on me.
I turn, my heart catching in my throat when I spot Julian leaning against the door, staring down at me.
When did he enter?. How long has he been standing there? Did he hear anything? How much did he hear? Oh God.
"How are you feeling?"
Julian and I haven't really spoken face to face.
He's just as intimidating as Cameron.
"I'm fine. Thank you"
I reply and he nods, walking closer. I gulp, pressing the red button and ending the call. I drop the phone to the table. His eyes move to the phone and then to me. I look away feeling uncomfortable.
"Your son is having his breakfast. He wanted to come see you but I persuaded him to eat first"
he tells me. Something with the tone if voice he used was unsettling.
"You know something miss Sampson, you're very pretty"
"Beautiful in fact. Very beautiful and it'll take you no more than five seconds to seduce any man"
Oh my God.
My heart begins to beat faster than usual at his words.
I gulp, looking away, my hands trembling. My breakfast totally forgotten.
"I see Cameron brought you breakfast.. Nice... Now listen to me very carefully, Cameron is my best friend. He's much more than a friend. He's like a brother to me. And I've seen him getting crumbled.
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. I've seen him cry like a baby. I've seen him getting reduced to nothing because of a woman. I've seen him at the his lowest and it has taken him years to get back on his feet"
Julian was right in my face as he spoke, his eyes staring directly into mine.
"It has been hard. And so I wouldn't stand by and watch him get hurt again. If you're here to deceive him or for your own selfish reasons, I suggest you pack your things and get the f*ck out of here before it's too late"
I flinch at the harshness in his tone..
"But if your intentions are clear, then you're welcome to stay. If not... If not and you so much as hurt a single hair on his head, God help me miss Sampson, because I will crush you. If you're here to hurt Cameron, you better leave now because if I find out you're here for other reasons, I will f*cking destroy you. I won't let the past repeat itself. Take this as a warning"
he sneers and walks out, shutting the door quietly like he didn't just threaten me.
Oh my God. I whimper, clutching the bedsheets so tightly my knuckles hurt.
Does Julian suspect me already? Did he overhear my phone conversation? What did he hear when I was talking to Mr Park on phone? What does he know about me?
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