Two Faced Lover - Episode 53

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*** SKYLAR'S POV

To say I was happy was totally an understatement.

Cameron was currently on top of me, still in the sane position after he'd flipped me over. We were silent, chest pressed against each other, listening to our heartbeats. He didn't want to divorce me.

He wanted me to move in with him, like literally sleep on one bed, share one closet. He wanted me, as much as I wanted him . Is it safe to say he loves me too? "Princess" he calls out after a while.

"Hmm?"

My face was pressed in the crook of his neck, fingers in his hair and legs wrapped around his waist..

"You should take your legs off my waist. You're not helping the situation"

he groans and as if in cue, I feel his hardness pressing against my thigh. I blush, slowly releasing my legs.

"I think I need a cold shower now"

he gets off me, sliding gown the bed. I sit up.

"I'll join you"

I blurt out and he raises an eyebrow, smirking.

"Just to save water you know. Just to save water" 

I add quietly and his smirks widens into a grin. I roll my eyes

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. He's so cocky.

"Just to save water huh?"

"Yhup"

I get on my feet

"I'll go grab my towel and some fresh clothes"

"We can share my towel."

"No way. Are you going to wrap the towel around the both of us?"

I raise an eyebrow.

"Why not? And I have a few of your clothes in my closet too. I kept some when you went shopping."

"Fine. I'll get some underwear then"

I huff. There's no winning when it comes to Cameron.

"Oh that's sorted out too. I have all types of women underwear. Your size too. I have cotton panty and nylon. Color red, white, black. Oh I even have lingerie and corsets and some g-strings..."

"Cameron!"

I yell, my face heating up quickly.. He had my underwear size in his closet? He laughs.

"You're a pervert! My God!"

I cover my flushed face. I stomp past him dramatically into the room he occupied. I didn't bother to check out the room I was going to be staying in now. I went straight for the closet and yanked it open. I gasp. Red lacy bras, panties.. I blink, shutting it close immediately. Cameron walks In just then and I turn ready to yell at him when he starts to take his clothes off until he was stark naked, his hard member staring right at me. I blink, my mouth falling open at the gloriousness of his body. I could pour honey on his abs and lick it.

"I'll be waiting princess"

he says and pads naked into the bathroom, leaving me to gather my thoughts. My God, this man. When I joined Cameron later, he was washing lather off his body. I pull the curtain aside and step in, hugging him from behind, pressing my face into his back. He washes his face and turns in my arms.

"I want to wash your hair"

I blurt out without thinking.

"Okay"

he goes to sit at the edge of the tub as I grab his shampoo. I step In front of him, lathering the shampoo into his hair. He hums, his arms going around my waist, his face plastered on my belly.

"Do you wash your hair often?"

I ask trying not to let myself get distracted with how he was nipping at the flesh on my belly.

"No. But if you promise to always wash it, then fine"

I nod and continue washing. After a while. I grab the showerhead and begin to wash the lather off.

"I love you"

I freeze, nearly dropping the showerhead.

"W. What?"

Cameron pulls away and looks up at me from where he sat. Droplets of water rolled down his face.

"I said I love you princess. I'm in love with you"

he repeats more firmly this time and I suck in a breath. I search his eyes for any doubt, any hint that he might just be f*cking with me but none. His eyes were clear, portraying his words. Oh God. Cameron loves me too. He loves me! Of course he does you stupid girl. I suddenly burst out laughing and he frowns.

"What's funny?"

"I just... I have spent days imagining how perfect it would be if we finally confessed our feelings to each other but never in my wildest dreams did I think it'll happen in a bathroom while we're both naked and dripping with water."

He grins

"I told you I am a different kind of specie baby girl. My kind is rare"

I burst out laughing, crouching to his seat.

"My God I love you! I love you!"

It feels good to finally say it out loud but it feels so much better to know he feels the same way.

"You do?"

He asks with uncertainty.

"Of course I do! You were just to blind to see it. God I love you!"

Tears of joy stream down my face. Damn you Cameron, for taking so long. He cups my face gently. "I love you Mrs Knight" he caresses my cheeks.

"I love you more Mr Knight. I love you. I really really am madly and insanely in love with you"

"And I'm head over heels over you babygirl. I love you"

he kisses my forehead and pulls away. "Come let's get you cleaned up yeah?"

He gets up from where he sat, pulling me up. I nod and he gets under the running water with me. After our shower, we lay in bed, doing nothing but staring into space enjoying each others presence. We were alone. Julian had left a while ago to Cameron's penthouse to grab some things. I snuggle closer, tightening my grip around his torso. "Princess" he breaks the silence.

"Yes?"

I plop my chin up with my hand that lay on his chest and look up at him.

"I want to tell you about Natalie. My past with her. Wanna hear it?"

"Yes" I wanna hear about the b*tch that hurt him.

****

The doorbell rang as I stormed into the living room. Julian had returned barely five minutes ago and was in the study with Cameron. I was fuming. Fuming mad at that Natalie girl. Cameron has just finished telling me all about her and I wanna wring her neck so bad. Only a heartless and soulless person will dare leave their groom-to-be at the alter only to marry their younger brother. She was the devil's incarnate. A greedy monster.

"Who's at the door?"

Cameron asks emerging with Julian and Marie, the wedding planner on their tail. When did she arrive?

"I don't know" 

I grumble, reaching for the doorknob and yanking it open. Behind the door stood a pink haired lady wearing ridiculously long eyelashes staring at me. I swear I thought the eyelashes were about to fall when she blinked.

"Hi"

she waves. Jeez her nails were as long as a mermaid.

"No f*cking way"

A voice sounding much like Julian's cusses behind me.

"She must have followed me after I left the penthouse. F*ck!"

He cusses again. She must have followed him here? Why? Who was she? As if she recognized Julian's voice, she popped her head inside and then pushed me out of the way entering without permission. What the hell? She stops, eyes fixated on my husband. She looks like she was in some kind of shock for a while before she snapped back to reality and flung herself at Cameron.. What the f*ck? I glare at them. She begins to sob. Like literally cry. Cameron hasn't said a word. He didn't react. He didn't hug her back either. When the fake pink haired Brazilian wig b*tch decided she'd had enough of the crying, she pulled away.

"Cameron"

she sobs. He regard her for a while, arms folded in front of him.

"Natalie. It's been long"

he replies and my eyes bulge. Natalie? This woman that looks like a fake Barbie is the famous Natalie? The ex? The b*tch who hurt my husband? And she's here? Hugging my husband? Oh I feel like committing murder. I watch Cameron carefully, trying to see if he's going to react. To see if her presence affected him. Did he sill feel something for her? He wasn't. He was totally cool. Expression neutral and unwavering as he regarded her. He looked like her presence didn't affect him. At all. Good. At least now I'm sure he holds no place in his heart for her. Now, I must teach her a lesson. I shut the door and motion for Julian and Marie to sit. I walk towards her.

**** CAMERON'S POV.

I'd always dreamt of the day Natalie and I will come face to face again. I had thought of all the things I would feel. Anger, hatred, pain. I had thoughts of all the things I eould say. I had thought of how I would find satisfaction in throwing her out when she came crawling back to me. But surprisingly nothing. I feel nothing. I'm at peace. I don't feel anything for her. No love, no anger, no hurt. Not even pity. I didn't realise I had completely moved on from her until now. I regard her cooly as she pulls back from the hug. I felt nothing when she touched me. I don't even feel like screaming at her for her betrayal because she's not worth my time.

"Oh Cameron. It's been years.. Y..you have no idea what I've been going through. I've been searching..."

Lying b*tch. She was cut off when Skylar approached us.

"Ma'am, will you pleses have a seat?"

She addresses her respectfully. I raise an eyebrow. She must have figured who this lady was so why was still acting cool? Natalie takes a seat. I do too, further away from her.

"What can I offer you ma'am? Water, juice or some food"

Skylar asks. What's she up to? I glance at Julian. He was giving me questioning looks too. I shrug. Whatever it is, I'm sure Natalie is going to leave here crying. I see that fire in my wife's eyes.

"Oh..um just juice."

Natalie replies and turns to say something to me when Skylar interrupts again..

"What kind of juice ma'am? Orange, pineapple or tomato juice?"

I almost choke. WTF! Tomato juice? Natalie scrunches her eyebrows.

"Orange juice is fine"

"Would you like homemade orange juice or the processed one?"

"Uhh...processed one"

"Would you like it in a glass or cup?"

F*cking hell!. I almost crack up with laughter. Skylar is torturing her.

"What is this? An interview?" Natalie was getting irritated.

"Im sorry ma'am but I'm a trained house help and I can't help these things. Pardon me"

My wife bows so deeply her head almost hit the couch. Say what now? House help?

"Fine. In a glass"

Natalie sighs.

"Wine glass, champagne glass, beer glass or tumbler?"

I bite on my lip, trying to stop my laughter. I could see Julian and Marie snickering.

"Wine glass!"

Natalie snaps, clearly irritated.

"The wine glass, do you need the decorated one or the plain one?" 

I didn't know we had decorated wine glass. Natalie throws her hands into the air in exasperation.

"Of my f*cking God! I don't know where you got this dumb stupid maid from Cameron! You know what, why don't you serve me the juice in a damn toilet bowl since you're so full of shit!"

My jaw clench. Oh no she didn't. She didn't just insult my wife.

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. I spring off my seat, ready to grab her and throw her out when Skylar begins to walk away quietly.

"And where do you think you're going stupid maid?!" Skylar turns with a cool expression.

"I was going to the guestroom. To see if I can pull out the toilet bowl and serve your juice in for you to drink since you seem to like sh*t so much"

My anger suddenly deflated as I burst out laughing. Hard. Julian was laughing too. Damn, I love my wife.

"What did you say? You b*tch!"

Natalie was off the couch in an instant and dashes towards Skylar. She raises her hand to hit her when Skylar snaps, catches Natalie's hand midair and twists it behind her.

"Don't you f*cking think you can come into my home, hug my husband and raise your stupid hand to hit me."

Skylar seethes and kicks Natalie forward harshly. Natalie stumbles forward with the force and falls, her face sinking into the plate of cupcakes Julian had made. Ohhh. That must hurt. Damn, who doesn't want a badass wife?

"Now, listen and listen good, If I ever see you come near my husband or glance at him, I will strip you naked, chop your body into pieces and bury it someplace no one will ever find. Now get the f*ck out of my sight before I gladly slap that stupid fake Brazilian wig off your head and pluck out those long fake sticks you call eyelashes that look like the sponge used in bathing dead bodies at the mortuary!"