Two Faced Lover - Episode 29

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*** CAMERON'S POV

I glare at Julian hard, hoping he would see the look I'm giving him so he can f*cking shut his mouth for a second.

I mean can't he see Skylar shivering at the news? Don't get me wrong, I'm not angry that he's telling Skylar an information as crucial as this.

But how could he blurt out everything like he's telling some sort of bedtime story? Moreover has he forgotten this house has been wired? Anyone could be listening in on us right this very second.

Damn it.

cuss when Skylar jumps off the bed and starts backing away, her eyes wide as saucers flicking back and forth between Julian and I and shaking her head disbelievingly.

"This can't be.. No. . This can't be"

she mutters continuously, gripping her hair and tugging at it's roots.

I wince at the action.

That must hurt.

"Look.."

Julian opens his mouth to talk again when I shush him this time.

Enough

"That's enough now dude. How could you drop such an information on her like that? Hell, don't you know this house has been wired?"

I demand through clenched teeth.

I'm losing it.

I hate to see my girl like this, emotionally disoriented. 

I hate it.

"I took care of it. No one would hear what we're saying for a few more minutes"

Choosing not to reply him, I drop the tray of food on the bedside table and make my way towards Skylar who backs away instantly.

"Don't"

I shake my head.

She's doing it again.

Detaching herself from the world. 

I know that look in her eyes very well.

I've seen it in my own eyes whenever I looked in the mirror.

It's sickening. 

I hate it.

It's so much easier to detach yourself when such an information is dropped on you

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. It begins with denial, doubts, refusal to accept reality.

And I see it all in Skylar's eyes. In the way she shakes her head repeatedly, doubts swimming in her eyes.

"Let it out Sky. Let it all out. Cry.. Just cry"

I pull her into my arms and she comes willingly, not resisting yet not a single sound made.

She doesn't hug me back either.

Her posture is completely rigid.

I pull back to cup her face in my hands.

She has to let it out.

She can't bottle up her emotions like I once did. 

I don't want her turning into someone like me.

"Cry princess. You know you want to.. Let it out"

I coax again, smoothing my thumb over her cheeks gently out of instinct, watching her lips begin to quiver, eyes getting watery.

She blinks, a single tear falls followed by heart wrecking sobs.

I gather her into my arms again, holding on to her like I've never done in years, letting her cry her heart out until her eyes began to droop slowly.

Leading her back to the bed, I ease her gently onto the bed, laying down with her, chest to chest, her face pressed into my neck, arms gripping my shirt tightly. I kiss her hair, inhaling the sweet minty smell.

"Go to sleep princess... Sleep"

I rub soothing curcles on her back, over and over again until her grip on my shoulders loosens and her breathing becomes steady.

I sigh, not saying a word as Julian picks up the tray of food Skylar didn't finish and walks out. I don't glance at him.

I'm pissed.

So f*cking pissed.

He sometimes just doesn't know when to shut up.

And now my girl is in this condition.

I hug her tighter, my eyes resting on Sean who hadn't woken up after all the shouting. Then I begin to wonder.

Wonder what it will feel like to go to bed every night with a woman I love who equally loves me back with our little kids sleeping in their cots and waking up every morning to kisses. These thoughts are triggered with images of Skylar, running around in my minds eye until sleep comes knocking on my door, with her in my arms. I've never slept this peacefully in years.

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SKYLAR'S POV

"Goodmorning" 

I groan turning away from the sloppy lips that were administering thousand kisses to my face.

"Good morning!"

The voice comes again, much louder.. Can't a girl catch a break? I frown, blinking one eye open.

"Sean?"

I call out groggily.

"Good morning mom"

he greets, biting an apple he was holding.

"Well someone seems happy today"

I sit up fully, rubbing my eyes with a yawn.

Why do I feel so energized this morning? Maybe because the bed felt strangely comfortable the entire night.

"Yes mom. I'm going to school. Uncle Cam already put my lunch in my bag!"

He announces and that's when I realise the school bag at his back.

What does he mean he's going to school?

"What do you mean you're going to school? Your school uniform and everything aren't here.. And...wait where did you get that bag from?"

I raise a brow at him.

"I gave it to him"

a deep voice replies, head poking through the door before his full body follows.

"You gave him a bag? Why?"

"Because he needs to go to school girl. I called Mrs Monroe last night to ask her which school Sean attended. Then I searched for the school online, got their contact and arranged for new school uniforms for him which we'll be getting on arrival at the school. Which explains why he's wearing normal clothes as of now."

He explains and my mouth drops open.

My head is spinning.

How and when did he do all this? It's embarrassing enough to have let him see me so vulnerable last night and now, he's the one taking my son to school? I didn't come here to be a burden.

"And before you ask how I did all this, I stole Mrs Monroe's number from your phone and this little man here misses his friends and teachers at school isn't that right buddy"

Cameron turns to Sean who gives him a wide grin before they fist bump. I blink. Since when did this start? I don't even get a chance to talk when Cameron's speaks up again.

"Okay little man, say goodbye to mum. Uncle Julian will drop you off at school then I'll come pick you up after school, sounds good?"

"Very good"

my son exclaims as he turns to me, kisses me and then waves goodbye before disappearing out the door.

He's too excited.

Maybe because he's never had a male figure in his life.

It's always been me, Miss Glen and then Mrs Monroe.

If he gets too attached and the time comes for be me to leave, it'll hurt him.

"Hey"

Cameron's voice snaps me back to reality and I look up to find him staring down at me, the same familiar look flashing im his eyes before it disappears as quickly as it came like always.

"You don't have to worry. I know you don't want me spending money on you but I just want to. Besides I'm trying to get into the good books of your son if I want to know his mommy better"

He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I chuckle.

"You're trying to buy my son's loyalty isn't it?"

"Is it working?"

He asks making me chuckle again, my expression dulling instantly as I frown.

"It's just.. I'm worried about Sean. You noticed how he slept almost the entire day yesterday. It's been long since I took him for a checkup. When he had the surgery, the doctor advised us to go for regular check ups because he was still a baby then and the more he grew, the more his internal organs grew and enlarged to accommodate his size and this might cause a few changes especially if he needs to have another surgery to tighten the stitches which would most likely loosen after a few years. It wasn't a permanent surgery. And I'm worried he would go to school, and jump around until his heart can't take it. His heart isn't healthy like you and I"

I explain, wondering why I'm explaining all this to Cameron when he didn't even ask in the first place I guess I just need someone to talk to and Cam was a good listener. He would always give me his undivided attention, staring at me so intently making me feel wanted and needed.

"Go wash your face, I'll be waiting"

he finally speaks up and I look at him in confusion.

"Why?"

"Just go wash your face. I'll call the principal of the school to make sure Sean is well taken care of. Even if I have to assign him bodyguards to make sure he is okay, I will. And the moment I pick him up from school, we will go straight to a hospital for his check up but for now even you need to be taken care of. I know you're sick of staying in bed all day so we are going for a little walk outside and then get back before the nurse arrives.

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. Sounds good?"

"But you have to go to work"

"I'm the boss princess. I'll work from home. Don't worry"

He says and I stare at him in awe.

He appears all Mafia and nonchalant on the outside but on the inside, he's clearly a saint.

A softy and an extremely generous man.

Without thinking, I lean in to plant a kiss on his cheeks.

My action took him surprise as he stiffened, but I didn't stay long to watch his expression because I climbed down the bed and trotted towards the bathroom to wash my face like he instructed. 

I feel energized, Happy even.

Not even the information I got yesterday will dampen my mood.

As for the issue about my parents, I choose not to think about it.

Not now, not today.

Right now, I want to be happy.

And Cameron makes be feel that and more.

A big grin is plastered on my face as I limp back towards Cameron.

He meets me half way and helps me wear a jacket over my pyjamas.

"No need to change clothes, we are just going to walk around the compound"

he tells me as he pushes his hand into my hair.

I look up at him in confusion and then gasp suddenly when he rips the ribbon holding my hair together, tearing it to pieces.

How dare he tear my precious ribbon.

I open my mouth ready to insult him with every word in my dictionary when he beats me to it.

"You look exceptionally beautiful with your hair down"

his words immediately put out the anger that was rising in me, leaving me in a puddle mess.

A blushing mess.

Oh God, this man. 

I bite my lip as he runs his fingers through my hair, straightening it over my shoulder, pushing a few strands over the bandage around my head.

I'd never been one to take care of my hair.

I was always busy changing wigs to hide my identity back in Ghana but I use them less in this country.

My hair has incredibly gained length and volume over the years.

The weather here must be pretty good for hair growth. Either that, or the hair products they sell here work wonders.

"Good.. You look perfect. Come on"

he takes my hand and leads me out.

The cold breeze hits my face immediately we reach the first floor of the building and step out.

I sigh in contentment.

Being in bed all day, doing nothing sucks.

"How are your ribs?"

Cameron asks as we take small walks towards the gate.

"The painkillers are doing a magnificent job"

I reply.

"Wow. You could have just told me it's getting better instead of using such a long sentence"

he mutters with a eye roll and I snort.

This man.

We walk for a few minutes more until Cameron suddenly comes to a halt, his grip on my hand tightening incredibly hard.

I wince.

I look up at him.

His expression was hard, posture stiff and tense. I realise he's looking at something ahead and my eyes follow.

They land on a young man, walking towards us, a smile on his face.

His smile was charming to say but I could tell it was a mocking smile.

I'd seen such smiles so many times I could detect if a smile was genuine or not. Getting closer, I realise he had brown eyes, just like Cameron.

Sharp jaw just like Cameron.

Wait... This man looks so much like Cameron.

Are they brothers? The man stops in front of us, twirling the ring on his left hand.

I notice Cameron's expression harden even more as he sees the ring in the man's finger.

Why do I feel like there's so much tension in the air? The man's eyes flickers to mine, letting it roam up and down my body.

He was practically undressing me with his eyes.

I cringe, moving closer to Cameron.

This man looks like a complete asswipe.

A total douche.

"Hello dearest brother. Long time no see huh? I see you got yourself a new chick?"