Two Faced Lover - Episode 46

 

*** CAMERON'S POV

"What?"

"I said Natal...."

"I f*cking heard you the first time Julian"

I hiss cutting him off.

"Which Natalie are we talking about here Julian?"

"I didn't know you knew more than one Natalie in your life dude"

"Do not sass me Julian" I growl

"Fine... I'm talking about the one and only Natalie . The same bitch who left you to marry your brother.. The.."

"Okay shut up already!" 

I don't f*cking need him to remind me of the details.. I'm very much aware of it. I can still recall everything like it happened yesterday. It's not something I'd ever be able to completely forget. The pain, the humiliation, the way my name was plastered all over social media, the way my name made headlines on every social media account still haunts me. I could never forget the looks of sheer pity people gave me whenever I stepped out. Some even f*cking mocked me.

"I'm sorry dude, I just thought I should tell you"

Julian's voice snaps me out of my daze. I sigh. First my stupid backstabbing ass of a brother came to my home to taunt me about his perfect married life. And two weeks after, his wife has come searching for me? After all these years of no communication whatsoever?

"It's fine Julian

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. Let's meet at the bar. You know where it is."

I say after a while, licking my suddenly dry lips.

"Cameron maybe you should wait till your honeymoon is over. I don't think..."

"Meet me there in an hour"

I cut him off and hang up. I would not sit here enjoying breakfast and watch the past I've tried so hard to put behind me come back blowing up in my face.

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SKYLAR'S POV 

I bite into my burger. God I must be really hungry. Well for started I didn't eat last night. After we had arrived at the hotel, we ended up making love throughout the night at intervals and then fell asleep somewhere in the middle of the night. Woke up at dawn and made love again. What can I say? My husband is extremely good in bed, had me yearning for more and more. I just couldn't get enough of him which explains the soreness between my legs this morning. I blush at my own thoughts, taking anoter bite. I savor the taste.. Cameron returns just then.

"Hey.. I was just thinking..you know, I love to savor the taste of any food whenever I eat. I can even tell what Ingredients are used to prepare a certain meal once I taste it. It's weird I know but I think I have a knack for cooking..."

I pause when he takes a seat before continuing.

"You know after my parent's death, I was left to fend for myself. I had to cook for myself and when Sean was born, I had to learn a lot more recipes, prepare him baby food and change his diet while he grew up. I started to love cooking and well... I've been thinking of taking culinary classes, you know, I could become a chef one day or own a restaurant.. But With just my highschool qualification you think I'd be accepted into a culinary school?"

I ask, looking up from my food to stare at Cameron. That's when I realise he wasn't even listening.

"Cam? What's wrong?" 

I shift my seat near him.

"Cameron?"

He doesn't look at me.

He doesn't reply either.

His jaw clenches as he pushes his seat back suddenly and storms out.

"Cameron? Where are you going?!"

I yell after him but he was already gone. I slump into my seat, staring at the food on the table. He left and didn't even acknowledge my presence. I continue to sit for almost ten minutes before a waiter approaches me.

"Do you need anything else ma'am? "

"Uhh...I.. How much is everything?" 

I gesture to the food. I don't even have money to pay.

"Everything has already been paid for ma'am"

he replies with a smile.

"Oh..umm.. Okay can you please pack everything up for me? My husband had to leave for an urgent meeting and he barely ate. He might eat something when he returns"

"Certainly ma'am"

he smiles again and carries everything away. Returns a while later with three paper bags.

"Here you go ma'am"

"Thank you"

I collect everything and make my way back into our suite. Once I reach, I drop the food onto the small dining table in the corner, grab a remote, switch on the plasma TV and begin to switch through channels. Eventually, I settle on a movie, a movie I couldn't even concentrate on. My mind was occupied with Cameron's abrupt leaving. He didn't even say a word to me. I snuggle into the comforter which thankfully still smells like him. I miss him already. My eyes remain on the TV until my eyes begins to droop and I fall asleep.. I wake up later only to realise it's past four pm. I reach for my phone. No missed calls. No messages. No voicemail. Six hours. It's been Six good hours since Cameron left and he still hasn't returned. My stomach grumbles. God, I missed lunch and it's almost dinner. Scrolling through my contacts, I dial my husband's number. It rings severally before it's answered.

"Hello?"

His gruff voice fills my ears. I sigh in relief.

"God Cameron, where are you? I thought something happened to you. Have to eaten? You barely ate breakfast. Should I order for something before you get back?"

Dear lord I'm a rumbling mess. Silence. No reply.

"Cameron? Are you okay? Where are you? You left without saying a word to me. You didn't call me either, didn't text me. You should have at least told me of your whereabouts. I was so worried... I"

"Oh shut up already!"

I blink at the harshness in this tone.

"Now you listen here Skylar, just because we're married doesn't mean you have the right to call and nag do you get it? In case you've forgotten, you're my wife only on paper. This marriage is nothing but an agreement so do not try to exert any wifely duties on me. Just because we f*cked doesn't give you the damn right to stick your nose in my business, calling me every damn second to enquire about my whereabouts. Get that into your head!"

He hisses. I blink, my chest constricting with every single word he utters. I blink again.

"Right..uh..sorry. I crossed the line. I'm s..sorry"

I stammer and hang up, collapsing onto the bed, letting the tears flow with the pillow being my only companion. F*ck my heart hurts. It f*cking hurts.

***

Tracy stood with her arms folded in front of her, head bowed as she waited impatiently for her turn. Three days. She'd been here for three days after those hefty men had dragged her into the compound and she had fake fainted. She'd woken up later in a dark room filled a bunch of other girls of different age groups Some were younger, much much younger and others were older than her. She and the rest of the other girls had been held up in the dark room for three days until today when they'd all been dragged outside unto the huge compound of the mansion. It was the first time Tracy was seeing the sunlight or getting fresh air after three days. Outside, they had all been lined up while a ridiculously potbellied ugly man sat on the porch assigning each of them positions. What positions?, you might ask. Aside from the line which Tracy and the other girls had formed, there were three more lines. And when it got to your turn, the potbellied man would either assign you as a prostitute, stripper, spy and con artist or a direct dealer of drugs. The girls who were assigned prostitution and stripers were lined up on Tracy's right hand side, while the other ones assigned to be spies were on her left hand side and the ones assigned to be dealing in drugs were on the far end. Tracy sighed.. This was ridiculous. Stupid. She just hoped they would assign her to be a stripper or something and not a damn prostitute. She didn't take this job to become a s*x machine or a drug dealer.

"Bridget"

No response.

"Bridget! Hey you Blondie, step forward before I chop your damn legs off!"

The potbellied man yells and Tracy snaps out of her daze Right. Perfect, just great. She rolls her eyes mentally. She had even forgotten Julian told her to use Bridget. She was known as Bridget here not Tracy. Stepping out of the line, she made her way forward, feeling tempted to lift her head. These people here wanted everyone's head to be bowed at all times but f*ck her neck was aching already. She shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot, awaiting the decision. "Hmm" the potbellied man mused eyeing her from head to toe. She looks at him from the corner of her eye, doing a quick once over. From everything Julian had briefed her about, this man looked nothing like the Park Greene she came here for. Park Greene wasn't potbellied and he definitely didn't have yellow teeth or an ugly scar on his right cheek like this man. If so, then Mr Park was somewhere. How long will it take to meet him?.

"Beautiful, Blondie, blue eyes, silky skin, curvy, nice boobs and ass..hmm... With a face and body like yours, I think you'd do well in being a spy. Don't you think?"

He turns to ask the man standing beside him.. The man nods.

"Hmm.. She definitely got the looks and can bring any man to his godamn knees but I think she will be better off as a drug dealer. With that face and body, she can definitely charge our clients millions for just a tiny bag of cocaine or weed and they'll gladly pay. I think she'll bring in more money and profit when we put her in that aspect"

Oh no no... No way. No way in hell was she going to be made to do drugs. No way. F*ck. Julian and Mr Knight better make sure she gets out of here alive.

"Hmm. You're right Blackie"

the potbellied man addresses the other man beside him. Blackie? Such a stupid name for a stupid man, Tracy snorts.

"Perfect. Join that line. Next!"

The man claps, pushing her aside and addressing the other girls who were still waiting inline. Tracy sighs making her way towards the line at the far end.

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. Her earbuds with which she used to communicate with Julian and Mr Knight weren't with her anymore. She had destroyed it the moment some of the guys were ordered to search them. None of the girls here were allowed to wear any accessories. No earrings, no bracelet, no necklace, nothing. Hell, they had even taken her own earrings off and the wristwatch she wore. She stares at the necklace dangling from her neck. She pushes it further into her torn dress in an attempt to hide it.. Now all she had was this necklace which had a tiny webcamera built into the locket. If they found it and took this too then she'll have to find another way to gather evidence. She better make sure no one sees this necklace.

"Hey you! Blondie!" Someone yells and she stops, her heart racing in her chest. "What the f*ck is that around your neck?"

Sh*t.