Once in the fitting room, once in the parking lot after lunch after Owen got into the car, and once in his kitchen at home.
That was the best kiss yet and he had to go and hide in the pantry for a while until the evidence of his arousal… calmed down.
I feel like I’m slipping down a steep hill that leads back to him, and no matter how hard I try to hang onto the rocks beneath my feet, I can’t stop the gravity that’s pulling me down.
He’s beautiful—everything about Cameron is beautiful, and I’m not sure how, after just four kisses, I seem to be forgiving him for all the hell he put me through.
How could I forget what he’s done?
But then his reasonings last night seemed so heartfelt and I really want to believe that he was trying to do the right thing.
His family.
That’s what we would be. If we get past all this and make it through the other side, we would be a family. How wonderful.
We get through the usual security and head up to the house. The front door is wide open and the familiar sound of children’s laughter rings out. Owen grips Cameron’s hand tight. It always takes him ten minutes to warm up until he’s off running riot with the other Stanton children.
These kids are amongst the strongest willed children I have ever met, and funnily enough, when Owen is with them he seems to take on some of their power. He fights back now and doesn’t put up with nonsense from anyone. I got called up to the preschool this week because apparently Owen punched that bully kid in the nose. I was mortified, yet Cameron saw it as a victory. Funnily enough the kid hasn’t gone near him again since.
I think this is how it was when the Stanton boys were young. Joshua is naturally strong willed and Cameron is naturally like Owen, but because he grew up with such strong characters as brothers, he turned out to be a force to be reckoned with, too. Natasha said that Scott, the eldest Stanton, is just like Joshua, while Wilson, the youngest, is just like Cam.
Cameron takes my hand in his, but I pull out of his grip and shake my head subtly.
He frowns in question.
“Not yet,” I whisper. I don’t want anyone to know what’s going on between us when I don’t even know what that is myself.
He frowns and subtly shakes his head in annoyance. We walk out into the large kitchen and family room area and everyone comes into view. Adrian, Tash, Josh, Jarvis, Nicholas are all there, as well as… oh no… Margaret. Cameron’s mother is sitting on the lounger. I haven’t seen her since she told Cameron about Owen being his son.
This should be fun… not!
They smile as they see us. “Hello,” everyone calls as their attention all turns to us.
“Mom and Dad are making another baby,” Owen announces to the crowd.
My eyes widen. Oh dear God, no. The blood drains from my face.
The room falls silent and Cameron flicks Owen’s cap peak. “Big mouth,” he mutters. “We kissed, that’s all,” Cameron tells them all. “Just kissing. Owen, you’re going to get it,” he snaps.
Joshua shakes his head and the room breaks into laughter and chatter. My eyes flick to Margaret. Her cold, calculating eyes hold mine, and I shrivel under her glare.
Holy shit, this woman is pure evil. She’s openly furious.
I feel my nerves flutter, and Cam puts his hand on the small of my back in a silent show of support.
“Come in, come in.” Tash smiles as she glides over and embraces me.
I nervously walk in and through to the kitchen as everyone goes back to their conversations.
“What’s going on?” Tash whispers so that nobody else can hear. She puts her arm around me in excitement.
“Nothing.” I shrug. “He apologized last night and we kissed, that’s all. I’m not even sure myself,” I add.
“Oh my God, I’m so excited. Get some wine. We’re celebrating,” she whispers as she squeezes my hand in hers.
I smile. I love this girl. She has all the money in the world, yet she’s still so damn normal. If I’d just met her on the street today, I would never know she has money except for the huge rock on her finger… and the security guards, of course.
A bang sounds out the back and then the screaming starts.
Blake has crashed his bike into a huge ceramic pot and is now crying.