Two Faced Lover - Episode 73

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*** SKYLAR'S POV

I woke up the next morning to a pair of brown eyes staring at me. I blink, my lips stretching into a slow smile.

"Good morning Mr chocolate eyes"

a goofy grin appears on my lips.

Without a word, his arms encircle my waist as he pulls me closer in one swift motion. I gasp.

"Good morning princess"

his voice was deep and hoarse from sleep.

S*xy . Yummy.

"How did you sleep?"

He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck.

My hand finds it's way into his way, gripping and tugging at the roots as his teeth begin to graze the flesh on my neck, nibbling and kissing my sweet spot.

A familiar sensation fills the pit of my stomach.

"Good"

I reply, breathless from what he was doing to me with his kisses.

My skin felt hot.

My body was tingly. It's been so long since we got intimate.

A week maybe? Yeah, a week was definitely too long.

Suddenly, I'm flipped onto my back with Cameron hovering over me.

His lips curl into a lopsided smirk, eyes hooded with desire.

"Cameron.. Our parents might hear us."

He doesn't reply.

He keeps staring at me, so much so that I had to avert my gaze, a blush finding it's way up my cheeks.

"Stop staring at me like that"

I bite my lip.

"You're beautiful"

he says instead making the top of my ears turn red this time.

I've never been good at receiving compliments.

Just one look from this man is enough to turn me into a puddle.

"Thank..." I trail off when bile suddenly rises up my throat and I push Cameron off, rushing into the bathroom to throw up.

When I'm done, I flush the WC and proceed to brush my teeth to relieve my mouth of the bitter taste the vomit left behind. 

I exit the bathroom later to find Cameron sitting up in bed with a worried look etched on his face.

"You okay baby?"

He walks up to me

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. I manage a small nod.

"I'm fine Cam. It's just the morning sickness"

"You sure?"

"Yes... I'm fine. I'll go get some ginger tea. It helps reduce the vomiting"

He nods, visibly relaxing.

"And you Cam? Are you fine?"

I ask, tilting my head to stare up at him.

He squints his eyes, lowering it to his bare stomach where the bandage covered his wound.

"I'm fine princess. It's been a week already. I'm almost healed"

he replied, running a hand through his hair. I shake my head.

"I know you're fine Cameron. Physically, I know you are"

I trail off, closing the distance between us and bringing a hand up to caress his face. His beard tickling my palm. My eyes search his.

"What I meant is.. Are you fine? Emotionally and psychologically. Are you fine?"

He visibly tenses and I know he knows what I'm talking about.

He averts his gaze, clenching his jaw.

"Cameron.. Look at me...." Hooking a thumb under his chin, I turn his head so he faces me. "Cameron..." "Don't.." He takes a step back and my hand drops from his face.

I sigh.

It's been a week since the whole fiasco with Natalie and Chris, his brother.

A week since his father had arrived in the country to see him.

Cameron's father had arrived shortly after Chris had left that day.

It bothered him. Anyone in his position would have been bothered.

Having to deal with three people you most likely hate all within the span of a few hours? Anyone would snap.

And Cameron did snap.

Except, he didn't show it.

But I could see it, no matter how much he tried to mask his emotions.

His brother's sudden change of behaviour set him into a wave of confusion.

And as for his father, Cam had refused to see him and neither did he want to see him when he came to the penthouse.

It was obvious father and son didn't have a good relationship but to what extent, I had no idea.

"Cameron... Your father was here again yesterday... And he stood outside for more than an hour until he left"

Just like for the past week.

Cameron refused to let his father into the house unless either I or his mother sneaked out to let him in.

Even then, Cameron never came out to talk to him. Instead, he would get mad that we let him in.

Except for yesterday when he made sure I didn't open the door.

"I've told you time and again to let this go Skylar"

Skylar. He called me by my name.

He sure was getting pissed.

"But Cameron.. You need to let go off any enmity you have with your father. You'll never be able to move on like this. At least hear him out once..." "Drop it Skylar"

he cuts me off sternly.

"Cam you..." "F*cking drop it Skylar!"

He yells and I flinch.

"Can't you just listen for once? I said drop it! F*cking drop it!" 

I blink... "Right... Ugh..I'm sorry..I'll go make breakfast"

I mumble before dashing out. I brush past Sean who was feeding his fishes and Into the kitchen. My mother in-law was already stirring something on fire when I arrived.

"Good morning"

She turns to face me, with a wooden spatula in hand.

"Good morning dear.. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes. Thanks.. Ugh let me help"

I say moving over to the neatly arranged pile of utensils and grab a frying pan.

"Oh no dear. It's fine. Just go inside and rest"

"No... I'm pregnant mother, not handicapped. Besides I'm hungry and the meal will be ready in no time if I help"

I insist, washing the pan under the tap in the sink.

"Alright fine. Just let me know if you begin to feel uncomfortable okay?"

I nod with a smile.

"I will"

We fall into a comfortable silence as we both set to work.

Placing the pan on fire, I pour in some oil and begin to cut the cold sausages my mother in-law had taken out of the fridge.

"You know.. He didn't mean it"

my mother in-law says after a while.

"What?" 

I ask, carefully dropping a few sausages into the pan.

"Cameron. I heard your argument. Look, my son isn't the easiest person to be around when he's upset especially when he doesn't want to talk and you keep pushing him. He just kind of snaps"

I nod.. Yeah, I realised that.

"I'm not mad at Cameron. Really I'm not. I may have pushed him a little too harder.. I know he'll come around, eventually"

She nods and goes back to what she was doing.

I turn, concentrating on choping a few bell peppers for the stir-fry we were making.

Thirty minutes later, breakfast was ready.

My mother in-law excused herself to go and inform everyone that breakfast was ready while I took charge in setting the table.

I made my way towards the dining table, holding a rather large bowl of the Spinach-Artichoke dip I made.

It was a new recipe I read online few days ago and I hope everyone likes it.

I felt his presence before I saw him.

Gingerly, he took the bowl of spinach from me and wrapped his free arm around my waist.

"Let me help"

I nod and allow him walk me to the dining table.

He releases his hold on me and drops the bowl down while I retreat to the kitchen to get some cutlery and plates.

I made my way back to finish setting the table.

"I'm sorry princess" 

I bit my lip, arranging the last set of cutlery.

"It's fine"

I mutter avoiding eye contact.

His warm clasp around my wrist, stopping my movements.

I let out a sigh, looking up at him.

"It's not fine princess. It isn't. I went overboard. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm sorry"

"It's fine Cam. I understand I pushed you over the edge. I should have let it rest. We don't have to agree on everything. It's normal that we're gonna fight sometimes. I'm not mad at you Cameron. You can always talk to me when you're ready"

he stares at me intently.

"What did I do to deserve you?"

I chuckle.

"I ask myself that everyday Cam"

"I love you"

"Love you too"

He leans in and I meet him halfway, planting my lips to his.

We kiss slowly for a while until coughing breaks us apart.

I blush, stepping away from Cameron as dad and everyone takes their seat. Cameron and I do too.

"Good morning"

Julian mumbles, rubbing his eyes with one hand and scooping rice onto his plate with the other.

"Mm..something smells delicious. What's this?"

Dad asks gesturing to the meal I prepared.

"It's spinach-Artichoke dip dad"

"Spinach what?"

Dad asks, scooping some onto his plate.

"Forget it. I don't care about the name. It tastes wonderful little one"

he compliments and I smile.

"Thanks dad"

"New recipe?"

Cameron whispers beside me as I dish some food onto his plate and Sean's.

"Yes"

"It's delicious"

he says, pushing a spoonful into his mouth.

"You really should consider enrolling into a culinary school And then maybe open your restaurant one day"

Julian chips in. I bite my lip.

Can I still pursue that when I'm pregnant? Will Cameron allow it?

"Sky"

Cameron draws me out of my thoughts. 

I turn.

"I'm not going to stop you from pursuing your dreams and I'm not going to use pregnancy as an excuse either to stop you. I've known pregnant women who worked full time jobs until they went into labor. I won't stop you. Go for it if that's what you want. The only thing I'll tell you is to take care care of your health"

I smile gratefully.

"Thank you Cam. I'll take the exams and see if they'll accept me. If they do, I'll just take online classes when I reach my third trimester"

"That's the spirit. Eat up"

I nod and we go back to eating.. After breakfast, I cleared the table and packed Sean's lunch box.

I was going to drop him off at school today and then include him in the students that will take the school bus from now on.

I retreated into the bedroom to take a shower and get dressed.

Done, I walk out, in search of Sean.

"Sean!"

I call out

"Coming mom!"

He dashes out, buttoning his shirt.

"Are you done?"

"Yes"

"Alright. Take your bag. Come on" After saying his byes to everyone, we exit with Julian offering to drive us.

*** CAMERON'S POV

"You wanted to see me?"

I sit, opposite to Grey. He nods looking up from his newspaper.

He was staying with us now though he had his own place. It was fine by me though.

This place never felt like a home anyway.

I was just going to buy a house just my wife, son, the baby on the way and I.

I'd already been looking at houses through an estate agent for a while now.

Once I find the perfect one, I'll buy it.

Privacy.. I needed privacy and a place I could call home and have a family.

"Yes. I'll just go straight to the point. It's about my daughter. You two are married correct?".. "Correct"

where's he going with this.

"But you're aware you didn't go through the customary marriage rites correct? You're a Ghanaian, I'm sure you know the procedure.

You first do the knocking ceremony, where you come with a few family members to inform your bride-to-be's family about your intentions. And when they accept, you're given a list of things to buy including the bride price and then the traditional marriage follows. You're aware none of that happened"

"I'm aware. I married Skylar initially just to help her out" 

I say

"And now?"

"Now I want to be with her, because I love her."

"Then you need to go through the customary rites. Are you up fyir that?"

"I am."

"Good. I'm glad. Let's leave the knocking ceremony out. We already know each other. I'll just give you the list of items, including the schnapps and all. Then we can set a date for the traditional marriage. Is that good?"

"All good" I have no qualms about that. I'll probably do same for my daughter.

"Alright. I'll prepare the list by evening. I'm glad you understood me. That'd be all"

"Alright then.

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. I'll get ready for work" I get up. "Oh and Cameron?"

"Yes"

"No smooching. Stay ten feet away from my daughter until the ceremony is done and she becomes your legitimate wife."

"Got it"

Pfft! Of course I lied.

I can't keep my hands to myself when Skylar is near.

I'm definitely going to smooch her.

A lot of smooching.

And I didn't lie.

Because Several hours later, when everyone had gone to sleep Skylar sneaks into my room. 

I smirk, sitting up in bed.

"Shh. Dad might hear. He really doesn't want us to sleep in one room until we get married the right way. Though technically, we're married"

she shuts the door behind quietly and makes her way over to me, seductively. She was wearing that red flimsy nightwear I loved so much.

Damn, she was s*xy.

"Come here" 

I pull her onto my lap and she giggles, straddling me.

I'm so turned on.

My hands travel down her back, gripping her ass.

She m*ans, grinding against me.

"I've missed you so much Cam"

"Skylar! I know you're in there! Come out!"

We both groan, pulling away reluctantly.

"He's really taking this no smooching thing seriously isn't he?" 

I let out a groan

"Unfortunately"

"Skylar! Come out! No smooching!"

her dad yells again. Reluctantly, she gets off me.

"I'm sorry Cam, we'll have to get smoochy next time. Love you. Goodnight love"

and she was out.. I let out another groan, collapsing onto the bed.

I'm not sleeping tonight. 

I stare at the tent in my boxers.

Yep, I'm definitely sleeping with blue balls tonight.