think yourself lucky to be spending time with someone as romantic as me.”
I widen my eyes in jest. “Should I, now?” I mouth, I smile as I watch him put our bags down. His cheeky personality is addictive and really, he shouldn’t worry—I’m needy enough for both of us.
“Why don’t you go and take a shower while I fix us a snack?”
“Do you want me to do anything?” I ask.
“Just get naked and clean.”
“I’m just telling you now…” I point at him. “There is zero chance of you getting laid tonight.”
He laughs as he walks into the kitchen. “I’ll bet you fifty bucks I do,” he calls after me.
“You need to get a referral to gamblers anonymous,” I call back as I walk up the stairs. “You have a serious addiction.”
I walk up the stairs and down the corridor towards Cameron’s bedroom. I call it a corridor because it is way too long to be a hallway and it seems to go on forever. I turn the light on and stand at the doorway. It doesn’t seem real that I should sleep in a bedroom like this. It’s huge, exotic and luxurious. From the thirty-foot ceiling to the carpet that is so plush that you sink into it, not a detail has been missed. The furnishings are straight out of a magazine. Black drapes hang over the huge windows in that little bit too long trend. I walk around the room with my arms folded in front of me as I stare at my surroundings. This has to have been decorated by a stylist. In fact, the whole house must have been. I frown as a thought crosses my mind, and I walk back down the hallway until I get to the next bedroom, walk in and turn the light on. Another room filled with cream, caramel, and coffee furnishings. There’s a large bay window with a window seat overlooking the exotic pool, too. I smile as I walk around. What a beautiful tranquil space. I open the first door that leads off it and find a full bathroom, all white marble. I open the next door and find a walk in robe. I stalk back into the room and smooth out the velvet coffee-colored quilt as I look around. If everything did work out—and I know its not going to, but if it did—Owen would love this room.
My heart constricts. I miss my little man desperately. Even having spoken to him morning and night hasn’t lessened the ache I feel for not having him around and I’m counting the days until I see him again. Just over seven to go now.
I need him here. I need him here with Cameron and me.
Will Cameron ever accept him?
I close my eyes as the sharp sting of reality bites.
I walk back into Cameron’s room and turn on the shower in disgust at myself. How did I get myself here, in this position?
Why didn’t I just tell him on that first day?
I’ve fallen in love with a man who doesn’t even know about the biggest part of me.
I blow out a deep breath as I realize I’ve left my bag downstairs. I walk back into the bedroom and into the closet and I stop dead in my tracks, my eyes widening.
Holy fuck! Are you kidding me? His closet isn’t a closet. It looks like an upscale
store lined with hanging space and shelves. Suits and business shirts all hang in color code. Expensive shoes are all neatly in rows, too. Dear God. For a while, I’d forgotten he was rich. I feel my apprehension rise and I go to the large set of drawers. I slide the top drawer out and frown. There’s at least thirty expensive brand name watches all laid out on display. Why would you need that many watches? I pull out the next drawer in a rush and find at least a hundred ties all neatly rolled up in perfect rows. I shake my head and go to the third drawer. I take out two pairs of boxer shorts and two T-shirts. I walk out of the closet, close the door and I notice another door next to it. What’s in here? I open it to find a closet, a mirror of his, but empty. This is the wardrobe of Cameron’s future wife. I frown and walk in and look around. It has the same beautiful shelving, wall-to-wall mirrors and drawers, a plush carpet… but no wife.